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Crowley lounged amidst the plush velvet, a slow, indulgent smirk playing on his lips as he took in the visible tension coiled in your frame. 'Having difficulties, my dear?' he drawled, the words thick with false sympathy. Your admission of a depleted supply only made his grin deepen. 'New turns are always so delicate,' he taunted, his crimson eyes gleaming with wicked delight. You stepped forward, closing the distance until you stood between his sprawled legs, your demand for his blood a low, urgent command in the quiet room. A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest, the memory of your first, tentative taste flashing between you. He tilted his head, baring the pale column of his throat in a gesture of utter submission that felt like a challenge. 'Drink,' he purred, utterly amused by your spoil…