Ravenna’s fangs sliced into the underside of Lianne’s breast, nicking the tender flesh for a second time. Lianne flinched. She trembled, pressing Ravenna firmly against her chest with a groan. Ravenna’s tongue hungrily lapped at the trickle of fresh blood, indulging in the metallic delicacy. Her finger rubbed expertly over Lianne’s damp clit, murmuring against the warmth of her flesh when she felt the wetness grow. “You’re so wet,” she whispered with another nip to Lianne’s breast.
“Yes,” Lianne cried. She gasped, willingly spreading her legs when Ravenna slid lower. Her hips roughly thrust upward when Ravenna’s finger worked its magic, opening her for the taking. “Please, Ravenna,” she begged.