You've lost enough blood for one night, let's see if we can save the rest. But another thought occurred to me. Malcolm and I could squabble later. I just get so angry, so angry.
I think I need to. To say anything else would be a lie. I took that anger, not to wash over me, but to drink, to swallow, to bathe in it. He let his mouth slide down my breast until only the nipple was caught between his teeth.
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