She narrowed her eyes and concentrated on his mouth. Name. He wanted her name. She had to think about it for a second before she remembered. Great. She must have hit her head. Which, duh, explained the headache.
Larissa IoneForgive me-he mumbled against her lips. Please. Forgive me for what I'm going to do to you. ~Shade
Larissa IoneAnd, ah, who are you? What Horseman, I mean.โ Thanatos swung around. โDeath.โ Cara swallowed. Audibly. โAs in, the Grim Reaper?โ He snorted. โThat poser.
Larissa IoneShe licked again, taking her time,even though she didn't need to; her first stroke numbed the bite site. No, this second taste was for her, not him, and there was no lying about that. "I'm starting to feel like a Tootsie Pop, here" he rasped. She couldn't contain a smile. " Yes... how did that old commercial go?" She licked him. "One." She licked him again, and he moaned. "Two." She licked him once more, and his hips came off the bed, "Three.
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