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"Why don't you bite me?" The words tumble from my lips before I can rein them back in, an impulsive challenge hanging in the air between us.
He smirks, a playful glint flashing in his eyes. "Because my bite brings pleasure, not pain," he replies, his teeth grazing his lower lip as he studies my expression intently, as if trying to decipher the thoughts racing through my mind.
I furrow my brows, genuinely puzzled. What does that even mean? Is he flirting, teasing, or is there something deeper beneath that confident mask?
He seems to sense my confusion, and a soft laugh escapes him, warm and inviting. "What I mean is that... I prefer to bite women... not children."