Faye Zane’s body suddenly tensed, her muscles locking as if hit by a jolt of electricity. Her long, slender legs clamped together tightly, and her skin flushed a deep, feverish pink, resembling a ripe peach ready to burst.
Her eyes, glazed and misty, locked onto Jack Brooks. They were devoid of reason, filled only with a primal, desperate need.
"It hurts... so itchy... help me..."
With a sudden burst of hysterical strength, Faye sat up. She lunged forward, wrapping her arms tightly around Jack's neck. She pressed her burning body against his chest, trembling violently like a leaf in a storm.
Jack was in the middle of disinfecting a silver needle, preparing to open the "Heaven's Gate." He was caught off guard by the soft, fragrant assault.
He felt the heat radiating from her skin throu
