And I’m back to FURY 🙂 I’ve chopped and changed what I was going to post, but I’ve settled on this:

He stretched.  Firelight licked around him, moving with the slow ripple of the muscles in his back. Her deep teeth marks lined his shoulders and bruised his upper arms. The taste of his skin, the hint of flesh and the sweet stickiness of his blood still lingered on her tongue.

Everything about him was delicious.  It was fucking irritating.

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