A woman's scream came high and shrill, from deeper into the apartment. Richard was still on top of me, still inside me, but now he was almost dead weight, and I was short enough, and he was tall enough, that he was lying partially on Jean-Claude. Jean-Claude had said that I'd let down all my defenses. I'm through, he said.
hough it felt good, it also was rougher than it would have been if I'd been wet with something other than water. He was standing in the open door of his car. I slid hands over his thigh, held it tight, so that the next bite was harder, deeper. Watching Jean-Claude and Asher burst into flames as they came through the door would probably have put a damper on the festivities.
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