He dipped the tips of his gloved fingers into the smoking wounds, then withdrew them, curling his tongue around each digit before dipping them in again and offering Integra a taste, "So violent, my Countess. It gives me a hard on."
"Everything boils your blood," Integra mocked, declining the "taste" of that. He could be vexing. "Foreplay can be dull when you are easily enticed, Count."
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