Let me be your food. I am watching men take their clothes off. I gave myself to the feel of his mouth on my neck, the strength of his hands on my back, the press of his body against mine. I was just being grumpy.
Miss Blake, if I am only another type of walking dead, then is it fair to deny me the same chance that this vampire has gotten? You're not a vampire, I said. He led the way through those highly polished doors. I sucked him, rolled him with my tongue. It was something Jean-Claude would have done, not Richard.
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