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The thrashing rattles her, but with it she manages to twist out of his grasp- not completely, but enough to slip forward slightly without his noticing. When he presses into her she uses the opportunity to writhe towards him, Tearing into his shoulder. She shakes her own head violently, feeling the flesh rip under her fangs, a feral glint in her eyes. 
Her neck aches as they are now locked together, neither willing to surrender.