Anita screams, pleasure overwhelming her entirely. Her nails rake down Asher's back as she bucks between the vampires, climax rushing through her body. One orgasm seems to bleed into another as she's rolled by both Asher and Jean-Claude, and Anita's body is soon a hypersensitive, writhing thing between them. She gasps their names, eyes open wide but unseeing as she squirms, knowing she really wouldn't care if she died, and, distantly, she realizes how deadly the two of them could be.
Not that it affects a moment of what she's experiencing, because she knows she'll happily do this all over again and again if they let her.
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Date: 2009-10-08 04:10 pm (UTC)Not that it affects a moment of what she's experiencing, because she knows she'll happily do this all over again and again if they let her.