I cupped his face between my hands, because I wanted to touch him, but what I gained from his centuries of controlling his own emotions, was that when he put his lips against mine, I was not lost. You've- Been a prostitute, he finished for me, and his eyes never flinched. I knew what smile I was giving him, it was the cold one that left my eyes dead. He took another healthy pull on the cig and spoke with the smoke coming out of his mouth.
It made me push my body against his. Most humans wouldn't have spotted him in a crowd. No, no, no, no! Freed of Jean-Claude's hands I could move. The sensation of him thrusting that much of himself that deeply into me tore my shields away, and since no one else was fighting, the ardeur roared back to life.
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