It was something Jean-Claude would have done, not Richard. Tonight was cold enough for coats. I moved my hand up and wrapped my fingers around him. They were to battle what Belle Morte is to sex.
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. In the movies the van is sleek and roomy. Everything we have worked so hard to build hangs upon the next challenge to my power, or to Richard's. First, you mean he's upset that you and Damian are lovers? I'm not sure we're lovers, so much as we had sex.
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