The only color was the drowning blue of his eyes and the crimson smear of lipstick across his face. He scrambled to his feet and moved, until I told him, Good enough. I caressed my hand down his thigh again, and this time I made circles behind his knees, and kept going, until my fingertips could play with his ankles. My skin was cold with the iciness of her power.
I'd done it to save Richard's family, and because I couldn't see another way to do it. Graham hesitated for a second, then he scooped me up in his arms, like I weighed nothing. The more that my nails and teeth dug into him, the more his hips pumped into me. Lost control.
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