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[The heat of his lips against her hand almost burns as his claws dig into her wrist. Wickedness has consumed him through and through. She might as well consider him a lost cause but her heart refuses, beating wildly in her chest like a bird slamming its wings against the bars of its cage.]

I thought you'd forgotten about me.

[Still intent on winning him back, she kneels in supplication. In the past, she's tried imploring him with words but it's all been for naught. Perhaps more desperate measures will yield results. Once he releases her hand, she reaches to pull at his loincloth, stripping him down before her. Without another word, she begins to take the length of him into her mouth.]