When Monsters Mate
he murmured, his voice low and rough, his thumb brushing over my lower lip, eyes tracking the movement like it mattered.
“What kind of things?” I asked softly, my voice foreign to me, breathy, shaking at the edges.
“Knotting,” he said, his gaze not leaving my mouth. “Between mates. It’s not like the sex you’re used to, what you vampires know.”
I swallowed hard. “How is it different? Tell me.”
Instead of answering right away, Leonidas traced his fingers from my jaw down the slope of my neck, over my collarbone, until he reached my chest. There, his hand closed firmly over my breast, even through my clothes, and I gasped, breath catching in my throat.
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