I was not so specific with our Richard. Then me, too. But now I could feel his body, heavy, aching with a passion that had been building for months. He took out the second pan, closed the oven, turned it off, and looked at me.
When Richard's mouth first found mine, and I drank in the taste of him like some almost forgotten addiction, I thought I'd be the one to run screaming for the hills. I've met a lot of shapeshifters who are into the bondage and submission scene, but it's a game with rules. You're not- I stopped him with a hand again. A murdered person rises from the grave and goes after their murderer, no ifs, ands, or buts.
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