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Chapter 8 by tmd_HC

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Pete changes

My gaze fell to my hands – they felt different somehow, stronger, more alive. My nails had lengthened into sharp points, and I could feel them digging faintly into her skin as I unconsciously tightened my grip on her arms.

"What… what's happening?" I managed, my voice rough with a sudden dryness in my throat.

She chuckled softly, the sound like wind chimes tinkling in a graveyard. "Don’t worry," she said, leaning closer again. “It will be glorious.” She pressed her lips to mine once more, and this time it was different – deeper, hungrier, laced with an undeniable possessiveness that sent a delicious shiver through me.

I tasted the blood on my tongue now too - thick and metallic, but not unpleasant. It felt… right. My own blood seemed to thrum in response, pulsing with a newfound urgency. My hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer as I instinctively sought out more of that intoxicating taste.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging gently as she deepened the kiss. Her tongue darted into my mouth again, exploring every inch of me with an almost feral intensity. It was a wild dance of tongues and teeth, fueled by something primal and undeniable.

My body responded to her touch like it had been waiting centuries for this moment. I felt heat building within me, spreading from the bite on my neck down through my limbs until it pooled in my groin with an insistent pressure that threatened to burst free.

She pulled back again then, her dark eyes glittering with amusement and something else – a hunger that mirrored my own. "You are so...," she murmured against my lips, tracing a fingertip along the line of my jaw. "So full of life."

Her gaze dropped to my mouth, lingering on the swollen fullness of my lower lip before moving down to trace the sharpening points on my canine teeth.

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