ess of my body, as if he were piercing my body, making a new hole, because this one wasn't wide enough. l of his body, leading my eyes down the curve of his rump and his distant legs and feet, but for the moment I was content where I was. You don't feel committed to me. I felt him come back into himself as if a switch had been thrown.
Like shit, why? How long has it been since you fed? I leaned my forehead against the wall and closed my eyes. My arms were tangled in his braid so that it felt like I was being bound. He was damned lucky I wasn't one of those people. So after a thousand years, you are what you are, right? There was silence on the other end of the phone.
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