I poured my energy into their bodies, until their bodies burst with it. Not hunt, just kill? he asked. It was hard to concentrate on anything but the feel of his lips against my cheek, though all his lips were doing was resting lightly against my skin. I guess there were worse things than forgetting about the ardeur during a police investigation.
Maybe he wanted to impress on me that even if I didn't want him, others did. He gave me a look, then gripped my hips in his hands, let me feel some of that otherworldly strength, and he did what I asked. No, I want an answer on this one. Define not intimate.
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