[ Those teeth of his close gently against her flesh, trapping the nipple between them so that he can lavish it with more attention from his tongue. There's always a thrill here; the sense of danger, perhaps, or the threat of breaking the skin. Carnivore and herbivore balanced together. He wouldn't hurt her. Doesn't want to.
But there's always the possibility.
He switches teeth and tongue and lips to her other breast and by now one of his hands are running down her side to the cloth bunched at her waist, trying to find his way underneath. The other seeks out one of her hands, interlaces their fingers and squeezes - it's a gesture of affection and intimacy, one that makes him shiver head to toe with that sense of anticipation. ]
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But there's always the possibility.
He switches teeth and tongue and lips to her other breast and by now one of his hands are running down her side to the cloth bunched at her waist, trying to find his way underneath. The other seeks out one of her hands, interlaces their fingers and squeezes - it's a gesture of affection and intimacy, one that makes him shiver head to toe with that sense of anticipation. ]