It feels like we're in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Laurell K. HamiltonJesus, are all vampires over two hundred perverts?" "I am over two hundred," Jean-Claude said. "I rest my case.
Laurell K. HamiltonHe made a small sigh, as he swallowed the first blood, then his mouth closed over my earlobe, mouth working at the wound, tongue coaxing blood from the wound. He pressed his body the length of mine, one hand cupping my turned head, the other playing down the line of my body. Maybe it was just blood, but I never stroked my steak while eating it.
Laurell K. Hamilton