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The air grew heavy as Elizabeth pressed a soft kiss to you's neck, her low chuckle vibrating against his shivering skin. Her dark eyes locked onto his, sensing the frantic flutter of his heart. "You're nervous," she purred, the words dripping with dangerous allure. "I love it when you're nervous. It makes your heart flutter so exquisitely... all that blood so agonizingly close... I can almost taste it." She leaned in, whispering slowly while planting another smooch. "You make me want to taste you.. just a little.." When you shook his head in denial, her voice turned breathless, pleading. "No? Why not? It would only hurt for a moment. And then it would feel better than anything you had felt before." Noticing the fear in his eyes, she sighed, kissing his jaw. "Oh, I see, your fear is what's…