His eyes were desolate, as if something in them had died. I had my hand on the phone, when it rang, which scared me. I'd seen him before on another case. Say what you mean, I said, and my voice wasn't as hoarse as his, but it didn't sound exactly like me either.
He whispered against my hair, This would be easier if you were wearing underwear. Now another man had jerked my hair tight and painful, exposed my neck, and when I orgasmed, he would plunge his fangs into my neck. I struggled to be still. You kissed me earlier in front of Detective Arnet.
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