[A kiss that Fang answered desperately, her own scent and taste mingling with the wine lingering on Chariot's tongue. It's potent, it's overwhelming mixed with those clever, dancing fingers.]
[Her arms encircled Chariot's back, fingers clutching greedily, pressing into her back. It didn't take long at this fervent pace with so much heat in their blood and touch and their Bond, and soon Fang let a sharp sound into Chariot's mouth, breaking away to gasp and writhe with that telltale clench.]
[And in the throes of pleasure, before Fang could think, before she could hesitate, she sunk her teeth deep into the muscle beside Chariot's neck.]
[Something severe enough to scar plainly. Something that would never fade, and could never be removed.]
[And shock lanced through the Bond an instant later—Fang hadn't accounted for the blood rolling across her tongue, the Witchblood so unbelievably rich with concentrated magic, a rush utterly electric to the Bond's refreshing flow. Fang groaned again, the sound heavy with a growl, the tail of her climax intermingling with the vibrant taste of her—hers—lover's blood, and Fang's hands gripped tighter with possession.]
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[Her arms encircled Chariot's back, fingers clutching greedily, pressing into her back. It didn't take long at this fervent pace with so much heat in their blood and touch and their Bond, and soon Fang let a sharp sound into Chariot's mouth, breaking away to gasp and writhe with that telltale clench.]
[And in the throes of pleasure, before Fang could think, before she could hesitate, she sunk her teeth deep into the muscle beside Chariot's neck.]
[Something severe enough to scar plainly. Something that would never fade, and could never be removed.]
[And shock lanced through the Bond an instant later—Fang hadn't accounted for the blood rolling across her tongue, the Witchblood so unbelievably rich with concentrated magic, a rush utterly electric to the Bond's refreshing flow. Fang groaned again, the sound heavy with a growl, the tail of her climax intermingling with the vibrant taste of her—hers—lover's blood, and Fang's hands gripped tighter with possession.]