Dead & Damned
XI
Bob’s warmth was pressed against me, the cold bone of his skull under my fingertips, and a fierce power was feeding exhilarating sensations along my nerves. I needed, so badly, this, him. I felt a rush, a roaring in my brain like an insatiable greed as my will manifested into words.
“Harry, please,” he murmured, voice suddenly
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