[This little game is tame in comparison to how she can be. She's has vampires and murderers and devils to play with when Chase doesn't want anything to do with her. (It's been better, less of a constant nervous ache and instead an occasional indulgence of cruelty when someone invites her Underground.) Her tongue touches the site long enough to encourage a small pink mess between them. Maybe it's not all that different a stain from the lipstick, but she can taste it, and she can feel his hiss. She presses him in tighter to her, fingers digging at his hip, unrelenting.]
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