Trigger Warning: This chapter contains a quasi-sexual assault.
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The Creature jammed his fingers in that black hair, which had lost some of its appeal now that the man didn't seem receptive to playing with him. It didn't matter. The hair was still soft, and the man was warm.
And as he said, he would be satisfied one way or another.
He yanked the man's head back, enjoying the way the human flailed against him trying to free himself. Their bodies were so close that way. All that warmth and softness, just waiting to be ruined.
With the human's neck craned to the side, the Creature could see his pulse fluttering madly under the delicate skin, so fast, as if it too wanted to escape. He couldn't resist pressing his tongue to that pulsating treasure, just to see what it tasted like. A thrill ran through him at the sensation of the man's heartbeat quivering against his lips.
