His lips brushed mine, gentle, then the kiss became part of the swaying of our bodies, so that as our bodies rocked, so the kiss moved with us. He pulled on my nipple so hard and so long, that I cried out, Enough, enough. Jean-Claude called, Ma petite, do not go, please. No matter what form he was in, he was still Jason.
I suddenly felt his body again, even though we stood feet apart. Ugly, but true. I might have to work with him again, so screw it, he could hold the door. If I killed humans, then I was in more danger from disease, but vamps were cleaner.
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