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Regina drew back one hand and lightly licked the blood from her fingers, her tongue tracing each of them delicately erasing every trace of blood. She continued to thrust her hips, her breath heavy and uneven.  Her whole body was on fire. Nothing mattered anymore. Only this moment, her and Philip, mattered. And, as he nibbled her entrance, she whimpered, feeling a part of herself leave her. She wanted him. And, she wanted them to be one. “Please, Philip. Can’t I just prove it to you?” she half whispered, her voice raspy, yet airy as she lifted his chin with her pointer finger. “I can prove it to you.”