what have I done

It would be a good thing that he was sitting, certainly. And he should stop her - and she should stop herself. But she didn't either. With the warmth of him filling her to the brim and the taste of blood still fresh on her lips, Remi wasn't the only one lost to touch and taste and raw animal need. One hand freed him from his pants, wrapping around the length of him and squeezing, teasing, pushing boundaries. Her lips moved from his wrist to his fingertips, to the pad of his thumb. With needle sharp fangs she nipped at him, drawing the smallest amount of blood but firing off a thousand thousand sparks of hedonistic pleasure, seemingly for the both of them. Isla shivered with it, discarding his hand and leaning to her task. Expertly navigating away from sharpened canines (not that she thought he would care if she caught him with them by accident), she took him into her mouth, her hand working in tandem with her tongue. ISLA Hush now, I'm here