God, Zerbrowski, what do you think I'm about to do? I don't know. It wasn't fast, as in speed, but it was fast in other ways. The cut inside his mouth filled my mouth with the taste of him, salty, sweet. Jean-Claude's voice was in my head.
If the vampire hadn't been there to hold me standing on the writhing, twisting ground, I would have fallen. But there wasn't. When we were inside, he shut the door and went to the couch. They both love you.
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