If the worst thing that happened tonight was that someone noticed I was wearing a black bra under a white shirt, we'd count ourselves lucky. I suggest you do as I have bid. Damian, I said again. As if it bothered him more than it should have.
Her shirt was unbuttoned, and if she'd started the night with a bra, it was gone now. The blood I wanted was slow and thick, and holding its hand out to me. Please, what? Richard's voice from the other end of the bed. If you had to feed the ardeur, or if your beast rose, we were the two most likely to survive an attack without having to resort to hurting you.
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