Chapter 82
Ah, yes.” He looks back down at the wine bottle, half-empty already. “Well, Deepwalker. Let me speak your language. Would you like to go into the other room and rut?” “I thought you’d never ask.” I make my voice a low growl. In a few moments, we’re kissing, his hands on me and mine on him, trying to stumble back toward the doorway without pulling apart. We lurch off course, and my back slams into the wall hard enough to sting. He presses his palms against my shoulders, pinning me there, and kisses my neck down to my collarbone. My fingers curl in his hair. There’s nothing wrong with what I’m doing. Not with the rutting, anyway. It’s not like Marvel and I have said anything to each other, made any promises. I’m within my rights to dally with a pretty boy, to kiss him as thoroughly as I w
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