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Private Demon Lynn Viehl 29900K 2023-08-31

Thierry discovered that he could not take his mouth fro to use her mouth more directly when they were intiel had kept hi more Oh, there had been low beneath his hands But he had been a ht, he had clung to histo this human woman, helpless, suspended in her passion

The hands on his chest curled tight, and her thin body tre waves At last he felt her pulse slow and found the strength to tear his iven hie up inside him, the killer within that deh" He pushed her back, holding her as she swayed

Had he taken tooinside hiive her rapture as she enthralled him There was more to be had from her than the blood in her veins Her trousers were flimsy; he could have them off her in seconds No one would stop the

Like this, he would kill her "Enough"

"No" As lost in l’attrait as Thierry was in her kiss, she reached for hiain "More"

In thatin this world or the next he wanted more than to bury his cock and his teeth in her flesh

"Chérie," he whispered, desperate now "You must stop or I will not Stop, please"

Her hands fell to her sides, and she looked down at hiood that he was insane, or she would drive hi in air as he fought for control "You will forget le tear slid down her cheek Another chased it to her chin

"You will go hoht her to her feet with him There was blood on her lips, and he bent down and quickly licked it away before it could drip on her blouse The second taste of her nearly undid hi, what you remember of this will seem like a dream"

"A dream" She smiled a little "Remember"

He buttoned her blouse and put his are of the alley, it took everything he had to re traffic and anyone who one He found her keys in her pocket and pressed theht ho, "And drea like a small robot By the time she drove around the block l’attrait would disperse, but its lingering effects would ensure that she followed the instructions he had given her She would dreaain That was as it should be

His savior turned her car around to drive away Thierry would have retreated into shadows again, but he could not Not when he saw the vanity plate on her front bumper

JEMA’S BENZ

"Hold still"

Dr Alexandra Keller planted one hand between Arnaud Evareaux’s bare shoulder blades to keep hi from the exam table With her other hand, she adjusted the overhead la down on the lower half of his torso Mysterious bued beneath Arnaud’s otherwise flawless skin Two light scents, much like lavender and parsley, tinted the air

"It burns," he complained

"It should" Alex selected a s out a metal pellet shaped like a small freshwater pearl The scent of parsley beca sound as she dropped it in her discard tray "Next tiht, pick a property whose owner doesn’t shoot first and ask questions later"

Arnaud turned his head to give her a one-eyed glare "I would have pried them out myself, had the coward not shot ain "Given the scatter radius, Arnie, if the coward had shot you in the front, you’d be prying this stuff out of your groin" She sroaned and closed his eyes "Or I would"

It took another thirty minutes to remove all the buckshot from Evareaux’s lower back and buttocks, but his Darkyn physiology healed the lance wounds almost instantly, so once the last pellet hit the tray, all Alex had to do was sponge hi

"I mean it, Arnaud," she warned "Stay away froht blast you in the face"