"I'm fine," she says, and means it. The blood pounding in her ears is more lust than anything else, and what isn't is under control. Her complicated emotions are on a tight leash. "Worry about yourself. Okay?"
She leans down to kiss Erin—if it can be called that, it's more teeth than lips—and when she withdraws, there's more blood staining her teeth and lips. She only half licks them clean.
She has to drag her hand from Erin's grip eventually, needs it to bring the glass to Erin's lips whilst her other cups her jaw to make sure she doesn't lean back too far and choke herself.
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"I'm fine," she says, and means it. The blood pounding in her ears is more lust than anything else, and what isn't is under control. Her complicated emotions are on a tight leash. "Worry about yourself. Okay?"
She leans down to kiss Erin—if it can be called that, it's more teeth than lips—and when she withdraws, there's more blood staining her teeth and lips. She only half licks them clean.
She has to drag her hand from Erin's grip eventually, needs it to bring the glass to Erin's lips whilst her other cups her jaw to make sure she doesn't lean back too far and choke herself.