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heat would only continuing to grow , annoyingly so—he could feel* it .
“ i—hardly , dear , ” a mutter to save face , but they were unmistakably right . gaze would reach ordis’ again , a hidden softness behind them . weak—he felt weak , oh . . . so . . . . weak . &&
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a playful hum would escape , “ i suppose so , but . . . ” he would drawl on , “ when an absent* king appears at a masquerade—mine , no less—people have questions . ”
tongue lapped over fang , serious tone now replaced with a more joyful one , “ but hey—who am i &&
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fang would bite into own lip at puncture ; body would jolt , leaning forward instinctively as digits curled on shoulder .
a huff would escape , half annoyed—half pleasured , “ you haven’t earned such . ”
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he would bite the bottom of his lip ; preventing a hitch of breath from escaping .
digits would caress over his shoulders—half enticing . “ you put this collar on me—have to finish the job now . ”
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gaze would look down towards the grand marquis’ gaze ; feeling lips on his , bottom lip would twitch , but he didn’t move—not yet .
he would inch away to respond , voice barely above a whisper , “ . . . do say . ”
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