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h me now,
especially considering how late it was. Worse, he was thinking
about a videotape of Dracula he rented recently. And
specifically about the scene where Dr. Van Helsing and Jonathan
Harker gave Lucy the vampire a two-by-four surprise.
Ugh.
Now, why it was okay to drive a stake through my heart but
not torture me with sunlight, I don't know. In any case, he was
also harboring another emotion I found almost as chilling.
He wanted to fuck me.
Not make love to me, or even have sex with me, but fuck me.
When I'd gone to bed this morning, I'd peeled off everything but
my camisole and a pair of lacy bikini panties, and Decker
definitely approved of the view. Usually when I link with
somebody, I'm dominant; it was disconcerting to feel the
predatory cast to his thought when I was so helpless.
My breasts, Decker was thinking, had the kind of full shape
that had always turned him on, and he could see the little peaks
of my nipples tenting the silk of the camisole. My leg
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