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Kevy earned the coveted cut-and-paste badge.
She buried her face against his throat, felt the beat, beat, beat of the warm blood within. The smell of human was suddenly almost unbearable in its tenderness. She desperately needed more of Kevy.
What would it be like to tear apart his soul? Her teeth eased into place. The bite sent spirals of ecstasy through her and, at the first taste of warm blood, she gasped in sweet agony.
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"I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. Here comes the smolder." - Flynn Rider, "Tangled"
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