Let's shed the leather jacket first. His meat filled my mouth for a second, and I could taste the pulse under his skin. What I wanted to say was, if you can just fuck me and nothing else, then we were never really in love. I wanted to borrow it again.
Kiss, gave a ghost of lips brushing my cheek. He drew back enough so we could see each other, but kept my face between his hands. Even vampire politics didn't confuse me as much as my own love life. She sounded defensive.
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