[ The venom leaves a faint tingle over his tongue; sometimes it stings his throat, the way his old elixirs used to, back when they still mattered. The first time her fangs appeared, it'd surprised him, but these days, he's come to expect it—even looks forward to it.
He turns his head, pressing his lips to her palm. His cloak is easy to shed, slipping off his shoulders; he lets it fall onto the grass that's overtaken the sand, though the ocean breeze still blows the fine particles their way. They catch in his hair as he undoes the buttons down his trousers.
When he kisses her again, it's just under her jaw. He can feel her pulse humming, and his fingers dip further within between her legs. ]
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He turns his head, pressing his lips to her palm. His cloak is easy to shed, slipping off his shoulders; he lets it fall onto the grass that's overtaken the sand, though the ocean breeze still blows the fine particles their way. They catch in his hair as he undoes the buttons down his trousers.
When he kisses her again, it's just under her jaw. He can feel her pulse humming, and his fingers dip further within between her legs. ]