“We love you,” she said again.
Her feet cut through the water with musical strides, lips glistening, full and slightly parted, red with blood, that poor man’s blood, from his throat, which she had torn out with her own teeth, but my goodness those lips, they were so plump and firm. So luscious. And her breasts, also full and also luscious, and wobbling, and perfect. His eyes wandered down.
“We love you,” she said.
She was suddenly only a few feet away. He could easily reach out and touch her. Perhaps she would let him kiss her? Of course the blood was an issue and he’d never kissed a girl before and . . . goodness, this was just like that horrid football game he’d seen once in high school with all of the s*x and violence, only as far as he could recall the cheerleaders had remained clo
