The pulse in the palm of his hand pushing against the pulse in my wrist, as if his heartbeat wanted inside me. Damian just lay in my lap, like the fear had already killed him. And how long will it be before he can't take it anymore and he uses his gaze on somebody, drinks their blood, and blows it? They wake up and decide they were abused. Fuck me, Richard.
Really noticed it. I tried not to be afraid, because fear is like spice for their meat. He was so hard and firm and aching. I felt Richard still standing by the edge of that small stream.
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