It roared back to life on the edge of Nathaniel's lips, his hands, his need. I took in a lot of air, let it out slowly, and opened the door. The marks between Jean-Claude and I were wide open and had been when Primo attacked me. I frowned at him, but couldn't make it go all the way up to my eyes.
Did I trust Nathaniel and Jason that much? Sort of. Don't be sorry, make love to me. He angled himself downward so he could push between my thighs. You want to save him.
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