It was a very good job, solid all the way through, even in places that only I would feel. That's not usually true, I said. I wanted to cover his mouth with mine, I wanted that brief sweet taste of his soul again. I couldn't help it.
He gave me a look, then gripped my hips in his hands, let me feel some of that otherworldly strength, and he did what I asked. A woman was screaming. Okay, okay, yeah. Touching just his hand was more distracting than touching so much more on most men.
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