(Warning: Mature Content Ahead.)
Celeste's POV
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Getting bitten wasn't a new thing when it came to intimacy. But I sure as heck can't recall having literal fangs sinking into my neck.
Ever.
My head bobbed to the side, a shuddering moan leaving me as Azrael's fangs sank deeper. One hand remained on my waist while the other stayed on my stomach.
Slowly, he lifted his hand to my chest. His fingers found my breasts, kneading them vigorously while the pain of the bite bled into something different. Something softer.
"F–Fuck," I gripped his coat for dear life, legs wrapping around him. "D–Don't stop—argh."
He groaned, grip on my boobs tightening.
His rubs became drawn out. Then his fingers slid past my blouse, cupping one of my breasts like he's been dying to touch it.
My legs trembled around him, heat and wetness pooling between them. I flung my head back, each breath a silent plea for more.
