I looked like a short, curvy hippie among the militaryesque haircuts and very masculine figures around me. They'd killed policemen in all three towns. I forgot the people, forgot that I was supposed to be embarrassed, forgot everything but that I wanted him to smile again. He'd raised himself up, almost in a push-up, the tip of him barely inside me, and gazing full into my face, his
I was finally doing what he'd always wanted. I hadn't wanted to know, hell, I still didn't want to know. I looked back at Belle Morte stretched nude and luscious, under Asher's body. No vamp should have been able to get this close without me knowing, especially not Damian.
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