Once inside me, he did something with his hips that seemed almost to make him roll inside me. He shifted his position a fraction, then closed his eyes and gave himself to the rhythm of his body. There was no fear now, Jean-Claude's voice had taken their fear. I knew what he wanted.
That hadn't been his name, anymore than Damian had been mine, ours, his. Most of the booths were closed. You still think that vamps are dead. Let's get you out of here, he said, and either he whispered, or my hearing wasn't all the way back.
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