Let Jean-Claude take the edge off my fear. I'd said he pantomimed sex before, but I'd been wrong, because he was doing it now. Primo sank fangs into my wrist, and I knew better than to try and jerk free. He stayed like that, relaxing by inches, while I held him and rubbed his back in useless circles.
He touched the drying, caked sheets. Could taste the warmth of him as if my mouth were nestled against his groin. He patted her hand as he finished, and she didn't react to it at all. I didn't need him anymore.
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