Jesus fucking Christ, Chrissy Cunningham. [ who is this version of the girl he once knew? even if it was for that brief moment, that single afternoon that sent everything into a fucking tailspin.
but the thing in him doesn't care that it's chrissy, that this is a bad idea, that he shouldn't do this any more than he should be here. it's hungry and she invited him in, told him not to stop. or rather, didn't say he should. so he licks at her neck, feels his mouth water with something hot and cool at the same time that he realizes is supposed to not make it hurt as much.
that's the last thought he has as he leans in, feels teeth above his canines elongate and extend into her neck. his free hand ends up at her hip, pressing her to the stone. ]
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but the thing in him doesn't care that it's chrissy, that this is a bad idea, that he shouldn't do this any more than he should be here. it's hungry and she invited him in, told him not to stop. or rather, didn't say he should. so he licks at her neck, feels his mouth water with something hot and cool at the same time that he realizes is supposed to not make it hurt as much.
that's the last thought he has as he leans in, feels teeth above his canines elongate and extend into her neck. his free hand ends up at her hip, pressing her to the stone. ]