[The anticipation is thrilling, and it's certainly one of the key influences that are making her heartbeat race, her breath shudder, her pulse thunder in her veins. But equally so is the level of implicit possessiveness Alucard is showing — touching her because he wants to, because he knows he can, doing as he pleases with her because it's a liberty he knows he has the right to exercise. It's the way he moves with purpose, with a plan in his mind, that has her eyes falling closed and her head falling back as if baring her throat, unfocused and dizzy and acutely aware of the pressure and warmth of each and every one of his fingers.]
My...my decision...?
[She's hypersensitive; she's tactile in the extreme, every touch magnified, the brush of his hair, the nudge of his cheek. His scent seems like incense, heady and rich, and most of all distracting.]
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My...my decision...?
[She's hypersensitive; she's tactile in the extreme, every touch magnified, the brush of his hair, the nudge of his cheek. His scent seems like incense, heady and rich, and most of all distracting.]
What decision?