[Giving up on collective thoughts was amazingly enticing, and Fang largely did just that, but she had to retain just enough to remember the multitude of reasons why couldn't nip at skin, why she couldn't possessively dig in her nails or scratch or otherwise utilize her hands as much as she'd like to. Fang didn't realize she'd growled again, another faint rumble on a panting exhale.]
[It was frustrating, but it egged Fang almost much as her partner's cries, grinding with her knee in something that vaguely resembled a rhythm. She redoubled her efforts at Chariot's neck, drowning in the taste and feel of the skin until she was sure it'd leave a dark mark. The drumbeat of the Witch's heart and her breath thundered in her ears, and Fang groaned Chariot's name against her neck, lost as to whose desire she was drowning in. Her own hips rolled forward a little, finding no purchase.]
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[It was frustrating, but it egged Fang almost much as her partner's cries, grinding with her knee in something that vaguely resembled a rhythm. She redoubled her efforts at Chariot's neck, drowning in the taste and feel of the skin until she was sure it'd leave a dark mark. The drumbeat of the Witch's heart and her breath thundered in her ears, and Fang groaned Chariot's name against her neck, lost as to whose desire she was drowning in. Her own hips rolled forward a little, finding no purchase.]