She'd given him one of the best rooms in the castle as his prison, because she had a way of knowing what things meant to you. He hadn't stopped for a jacket. I wasn't monogamous, and neither was he. His curls were plastered to his head, and his hair looked black in the candlelight.
I'd never fed a female vamp voluntarily, so who was I to bitch?Jean-Claude's smile deepened just a touch. The sensation made me writhe underneath him, made me grip Nathaniel's hand hard enough to dig nails into his flesh. I wouldn't even be able to argue about the ulterior motives. He didn't look happy with the answer.
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