[Oh, well then. He is certainly asking for it, isn't he? One of her scarred hands runs through his hair before gripping the locks with her fist. Just enough to guide Claude to tilt his head so she can descend on him. Harsh teeth meet the soft skin of his throat as she bites down. Just hard enough to bruise. And to make sure that sticks she sucks hard before lathing at the spot with her tongue to soothe it.]
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