Nailing digging into Asher's shoulders, Anita writhes, trying for that last bit of stimulation that will send her screaming. When it's not quite given, she makes a breathless, desperate request.
"Bite," she pants. "Feed from me..."
And the unspoken 'both of you' is shared down the marks with Jean-Claude.
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Date: 2009-10-08 03:12 pm (UTC)"Bite," she pants. "Feed from me..."
And the unspoken 'both of you' is shared down the marks with Jean-Claude.