[The taste of her blood should have brought him back to his senses. Should have been the warning...no, a lot of things should have been the warning siren. Yet that taste, it makes him press his tongue over it, lapping it up with a relish as he begins to suck down hard, as if trying to draw out more of it.
But that's not it...that's still not it. It's still not enough.
So a hand plunges down to between her legs, roughly grabbing her to slam her hips back against him before his fingers once more thrust into her. But just like everything so far, there's none of the usual emotion behind it. Instead it's more mechanic, as if he's trying to get something out of her instead of trying to elicit the usual pleasure.
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But that's not it...that's still not it. It's still not enough.
So a hand plunges down to between her legs, roughly grabbing her to slam her hips back against him before his fingers once more thrust into her. But just like everything so far, there's none of the usual emotion behind it. Instead it's more mechanic, as if he's trying to get something out of her instead of trying to elicit the usual pleasure.
As if to completely dominate her.
As if to hurt.]