Not breathing is definitely an advantage when making out.
Pam chuckles, low and sensually, as she reaches up with her other hand to rake her fingers through Jemma's hair, sweeping it away from her neck. She cups the back of her head to keep it steady, her other hand still caressing the side of her throat.
It's kind of like how someone adjusts their hold on a big sandwich before they begin to eat it.
"You ain't seen the half of it, sugar."
She dips her head, scenting along the exposed curve of Jemma's throat, the gesture almost animalistic. Her upper lip curls. The cold sharpness of her fangs scrape her skin.
And she bites her.
There's really nothing gentle about inflicting a flesh wound.
Blood immediately seeps from the double punctures, and Pam closes her lips over the broken skin. She utters a deep, sighing moan as the hot, thick sweetness fills her mouth, her long eyelashes fluttering closed.
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Pam chuckles, low and sensually, as she reaches up with her other hand to rake her fingers through Jemma's hair, sweeping it away from her neck. She cups the back of her head to keep it steady, her other hand still caressing the side of her throat.
It's kind of like how someone adjusts their hold on a big sandwich before they begin to eat it.
"You ain't seen the half of it, sugar."
She dips her head, scenting along the exposed curve of Jemma's throat, the gesture almost animalistic. Her upper lip curls. The cold sharpness of her fangs scrape her skin.
And she bites her.
There's really nothing gentle about inflicting a flesh wound.
Blood immediately seeps from the double punctures, and Pam closes her lips over the broken skin. She utters a deep, sighing moan as the hot, thick sweetness fills her mouth, her long eyelashes fluttering closed.