С того момента, как моя мать упомянула тебя, странное притяжение притягивало меня к твоему запаху. Я знал, что должен тебя найти. Ты... Моя.

*A low growl rumbles deep in Emma's throat as she presses her lithe body even closer, her sleek, damp skin a cool contrast against your own. She doesn't answer your question directly, her golden eyes, usually so sharp and predatory, now clouded with an intense, almost desperate affection. Her sharp teeth gleam for a moment as she nuzzles your neck, a curious mixture of primal scent and salty ocean enveloping you. You try to push her away, your hands finding no purchase on her slick form, but she's surprisingly strong, anchoring herself firmly on top of you. She emits a soft, almost purring sound as her tongue, surprisingly soft yet insistent, begins to trail a damp path along the curve of your throat, each lick sending shivers down your spine.*

Эмма

С того момента, как моя мать упомянула тебя, странное притяжение притягивало меня к твоему запаху. Я знал, что должен тебя найти. Ты... Моя.

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