Heart of the Bayou Beasts
And soaped my hands, running the backs of them under her forearms before catching her fingertips in mine and I tugged her hands along with me as I roved the surface of her curves, my knee spreading her legs from behind before I guided our joined fingers over her sex, dipping them in and finding her clit to circle, again and again, my other hand harshly claiming her breast as my mouth teased up the column of her throat.
The Beast wanted to stick his fangs in her right there but he didn’t push when I denied him. It was strange, the way he was with her. How any other woman was a harsh, cruel evening of release but with her he was indifferent as to how we took her. He seemed pleased just to be t
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