[ There's still his undershirt and his boxers, but he hasn't touched those yet. His attention is on her for now and he isn't worried about himself. Not yet. Instead, his fangs scrape against her belly, mouth opening wide as he glances up at her, and he drags his tongue along the slickness of her sex, tasting her. It's a gentle, slow lick and drag and then he repeats it, teasing at her labia, pulling the flat of his tongue against the hood of her clit.
It's a slow sort of devouring, but one he appreciates intensely. ]
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It's a slow sort of devouring, but one he appreciates intensely. ]