Shit, Richard, yes, they do. Thanks to Jean-Claude's vampire marks I was just a little stiff. Laughed while I felt his anger falter and begin to pull back. It doesn't mean you won't hurt each other.
I wasn't in control anymore. He looked at me with those solid brown eyes, and I still missed his hair. Let's find a private room, I said, and motioned for him to follow me. His meat filled my mouth for a second, and I could taste the pulse under his skin.
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