Anita cries out softly against his throat, her hands skating down his sides, nails lightly scratching. She leaves his neck for his lips again, careful not to scratch herself on his fangs. While she may be careful, she certainly withholds none of her passion, her body moving against his sinfully.
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Date: 2009-09-22 10:56 pm (UTC)