He moved forward with a speed that was breathtaking, and I'd seen speed. Like I said, I hadn't made a study of his face, but he had. It mattered that I was trapped and helpless and at their mercy, and the entire scene did it for him. He stretched his arms over his head, stretched his whole, long body out from toes to fingertips, stretched until his body shook with the effort, then he relaxed against the bed.
I'd craved blood before, but as with the beast, I'd thought that one part was all of it. The thought made me wonder what else besides sweat he hadn't washed away. The pure brown of his eyes like chocolate, the look in them already a little unfocused, when all I'd done was lay my cheek against his thigh and breathed out along his testicles. Why couldn't I see through it?I kept the gun up, but reached to turn off the water.
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