[ There are already bruises forming, she can feel them. On her hips, her thighs, her neck from his teeth. It doesn't occur to her to wipe them away, not even subconsciously, because she has never been the sort of woman to care. Not before Abraxas and certainly not now. Her legs loosen around him and she stops biting him with a kiss to the marks she left behind.
With a deep sigh, she tilts her head to his, closes her eyes as she waits for her heart to slow back down. Idly, she combs her fingers through his hair, runs her fingers over the nape of his neck, then speaks in a thick voice. ]
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With a deep sigh, she tilts her head to his, closes her eyes as she waits for her heart to slow back down. Idly, she combs her fingers through his hair, runs her fingers over the nape of his neck, then speaks in a thick voice. ]
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