This blood bank is closed for the night. Some days I don't make sense, not even to me. Even when everything else was going to hell, the sex never stopped being great. They found a rhythm together, so that they mirrored each other.
The way you reacted to him. He rolled his eyes upward to watch my face, and whatever he saw there reassured him, because he drew hard and fast, made me gasp. I had the last of his hair free of my gun. He kissed me as if he were tasting me, as if with tongue and teeth and lips he could drain from me every last drop of Nathaniel's blood and the taste of me along with it.
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