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to the ground and, with her lips suctioning his vein, she
wanted to take him inside her, feel his cock fill her, feel
the thrust and grind of his hips against her own.
But the mind and the body were not synchronized.
Despite the luscious bent of her thoughts, she was too
weak to force her limbs to act.
Enough.
She must have taken enough. Perhaps too much.
He’d been hurt earlier, his hand burned away. How
much blood could he afford to lose? Or did such things
matter to an immortal soul reaper?
With a gasp, she tore her mouth away and turned her
head to the side.
“Better?” he asked, his voice thick.
Was she?
Raising her hand, she brought it toward her ruined
chest. Strength failed her at the end, and her hand
flopped down to lie against torn cloth and torn flesh,
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warm and sticky with her blood. But there was no
longer a massive gaping hole. Had there ever been? She
thought so. She thought the other reaper had had his
hand full inside her.
“My…” Was that her voice? That pathetic rasping
whisper?
“Shh.” He rested a finger against her lips, his head
cocked, muscles suddenly taut and humming with
tension. He still straddled her body, forming a shelter,
a shield. “I need to get you somewhere safe.”
