I have to shut the link between us, Anita. I had to prompt him, but I tried to prompt him more kindly than before. I think with the two of them pulling and me pushing, we might have made it, but Nathaniel's bloody arm was next to Damian's face. I was afraid for a second what I'd done, but found that other than a perfect set of my own teeth marks, set like a bloody necklace on his skin, I hadn't bitten through to his pulse.
I had to ignore the almost electric reaction I had when my bare breasts brushed the back of Richard's hand. I told the first one, do you want this meeting, or don't you, and he let it go. You could taste fall on your tongue like some kind of bread or cake, something thick and nutty and sweet. You aren't fucking him.
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