Until I feed, she could indulge this . His hands slid around my waist. He'd tasted my most intimate parts, long before he'd ever been allowed to touch them, or even see them. I started to walk around the bed, but Jason grabbed my wrist.
I sipped the last of my coffee, put the mug down carefully on the cabinet, and smiled. You're out of training, Requiem said. Jargon is meant to be as unclear as possible, and it's good at its job. I hadn't known we were pretending, but I didn't say it out loud.
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