But reaching was the only word I had for it. I felt each emotion like a cobweb blown across my body in the dark. Executioner, I finished for him. A large part of me really liked that.
You're a master vamp, can't you smell it if I'm lying? He licked his lips like he was nervous. There were other things that I was going to get blamed for, but they weren't my fault either. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the roughness of the bark. I slid back up the long, thick, shaft of him, then forced myself down, down, until I met his body with my lips, and there was nowhere else to go, no more of him to take inside me.
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