Probably just as well. The meat moved in my mouth as it went down, as if it were struggling, even now, to live. I slapped Richard's shoulder, because I couldn't reach his face. Nathaniel's teeth on my neck bit down a little harder, and my eyes fluttered up, and when he growled against my skin, my body writhed under him, not struggling, but offering.
You want separate bedrooms? I asked before my brain could tell me it was a stupid question. My voice was shaky as I said, Not right now. I'll stop guessing. I was angry now, even with the rest of his body touching me.
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