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[paranormalbromance]

"Hello. You have reached Matt Miller. I might have been murdered by the faculty, otherwise, I will get back to you."

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[discoursed]

Sorry I had to cancel tonight. Got a bit busy, you know?

Maybe I can make it up to you, yeah?

[paranormalbromance]

It's all right, I was working on














are those fangs?

[discoursed]

Do you want them to be?

[paranormalbromance]

yes

yes

i would very much enjoy that

[discoursed]

Anything else you'd enjoy, hmm? Maybe you'd like a little nibble on the neck? Could sit in your lap and give you a nice, gently kiss on the neck, you know? And maybe grab one of your hands, make you grab my hips, maybe even pull your hand to my arse. I've got on black lacy knickers, I think you'd like them, really.

[paranormalbromance]

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I do like them, very much. My fingers curl into the obsidian fabric, nails lightly digging into your soft, supple flesh. I loll my head back, letting your lengthy fangs scrape along my prone nape. One of my hands wanders upward, sliding over crimson satin, up over alabaster skin, and back down again, resting upon your barely-concealed breast.