Now, suddenly, Nathaniel wasn't letting me ignore that need anymore. Marconi would be cool, it was the uniforms and Smith I had to convince. Fresh from sleep, to me his body felt more like Richard's than anyone else's. Wanting what? What in the name of God was I supposed to do with them? I took a deep breath and let it out slow.
Not hunt, just kill? he asked. Who will taste my kiss? Taste, left a sweetness on my tongue, as if I'd licked a piece of candy. He walked out, tears glittering in his green eyes. My skin felt like a starved thing, as if I hadn't touched anyone in ages.
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