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She was biting his shoulder. No, not biting, but her mouth was open against him, teeth pressing down, her breath warm and damp through his clothes. She squirmed around the point between her legs. His fingers kept moving. A whimper was muffled against the crook of his neck; he couldn’t see but suspected she was biting her lip. Her body flicked and tensed against him, animal. Animal. ANIMAL.