[What a mess he is, pretty and disheveled and whimpering. Of course they both know this won't last for long before he moves, but the fun is in the interim, seeing how long his resolve can hold out in the face of herself and Trevor using all of his weak points against him. And the nice thing about Alucard is that one of his weak points, she's discovered, is his own mind; play her cards carefully, and he'll do half the work for her, all in his own head.
She takes her time biting him, working his skin with tongue and teeth, knowing full well that the bruise won't last but making sure he feels every second of her leaving it, anyway. He always looks so good with the marks of her possession on him, she muses; it never fails to send a rush of heat through her, to let her gaze skim over her perfect proper Alucard in all his ethereal beauty and see those little blotches of red and purple like ink spilt on a page, outlined in the memory of her teeth.
When she's finished, she draws back to look him over, and it's not enough. Just one isn't enough, not when the redness is already starting to fade away at the edges even now. So she drops to his shoulder and bites him again, pulling his collar out of the way as, fruitlessly, she tries and tries to mark him faster than his own nature can erase the signs that she's been there.]
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She takes her time biting him, working his skin with tongue and teeth, knowing full well that the bruise won't last but making sure he feels every second of her leaving it, anyway. He always looks so good with the marks of her possession on him, she muses; it never fails to send a rush of heat through her, to let her gaze skim over her perfect proper Alucard in all his ethereal beauty and see those little blotches of red and purple like ink spilt on a page, outlined in the memory of her teeth.
When she's finished, she draws back to look him over, and it's not enough. Just one isn't enough, not when the redness is already starting to fade away at the edges even now. So she drops to his shoulder and bites him again, pulling his collar out of the way as, fruitlessly, she tries and tries to mark him faster than his own nature can erase the signs that she's been there.]