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"And you're tearing my clothes."
"I'll buy you a hundred more," Gregoris snarled. He leaned in again, his mouth went to Rafael's throat, just below his jawline, grazing the neck until he reached the nape and the scent gland from there.
His teeth grazed the supersensitive skin there, not biting, hovering, but the threat was a live wire. Rafael cried out, a sharp, startled sound, as his body bowed off the seat. Pleasure and panic became indistinguishable. Gregoris laved the spot with his tongue, then scraped his teeth over it again, harder.
A coppery tang bloomed on Gregoris's tongue. A bead of blood welled where his canine had pressed too deep.
