When she let go, he was panting, eyes closed, desperate.
Then she bit her finger and rubbed it across his lips. He flicked his tongue out to taste the drop of blood she left behind… and the world exploded as, for the first time since high school, Marcus Lear came hard and heavy in his pants.
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