If just holding his hand sped my pulse like candy on my tongue, then a hug would be bad. You said safer; funny, I'd think that would be how Nathaniel would order it, safer, then happy. Oh, God, stop. But there on the mound of my breast were two tiny dots of crimson.
The vamp was pressed tight to the white glow of something that looked like a luminous rosary. Enough to drain an adult human being dry and leave very little blood behind. What could be more than orgasm? He looked at me, and I looked at him, and neither of us looked at Graham. Helped me realize that what I was thinking was not entirely me.
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