Bite me

Adonis likes to bite. To let his beast run free, able to sink teeth in and feel the flesh give way beneath him. No blood – not quite – but deep, heavy, welting and marking and scoring.

And I love it.

I love feeling him surround me, crowd me, lean over and around and into me while he puts all of the beast into fang and claw. I love feeling the pain of his teeth sinking into my skin, gnawing and biting and chewing and sucking. I love the slow, painful release. The blood rushing back into damaged zones.

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