moan
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Twenty-Four: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting,kissing, etc.)
Flashback ___
“Wait”, he beckoned to her, standing at the door to his room in the dim light of the street lamp shining through the window. Chicago could be darker than any other city.He didn't know what came over him and he pulled her closer, his mind cloudy, full of the events of the evening, the drinks in the bar, the game they had played together with some humans – and maybe he had tried to impress her with his behaviour a bit.
He nuzzled his head into her shoulder. His head was swimming, drowning in her. Stefan breathed in her scent, that was so unique, simply her.
Would he regret this the next day? No, he didn't even know what regret was. He couldn't control himself any longer. He breathed her name and starting lightly kissing her neck. A moment later, he moved up and started nibbling on the sensual points of her ears.
















