[ Because it was that name on the lips of a lover, something that seemed like an impossibility to her before. Each utterance of it, in junction with Fang's touch, the rush of her inferno of passion surrounding her in its flames, baptising her in that love. As the orgasm rushed through her, as she felt herself come, she felt herself be reborn in that love...
... Or at least enough that she could begin to let herself begin to let go of the shackles that 'darkened' her 'shine', for Fang's sake of not her own. ]
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... Or at least enough that she could begin to let herself begin to let go of the shackles that 'darkened' her 'shine', for Fang's sake of not her own. ]