[Something inside Dimitri just snaps when he hears that groan. He knows it's wrong to do this — the Dimitri Felix loves may not have entirely died at Duscur, but he surely did in that prison cell. But he truly has become that beast now, and he's no better at holding back in this arena than he is at restraining his bloodlust. With a guttural moan that borders on a growl, he gives in, biting down on Felix's neck with bruising force. His hands find Felix's wrists as he pushes him back toward the wall, pinning him there. It's as if he's forgotten how to be gentle when any sort of urgency takes hold, a slave to his instincts.]
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