He smiles. "So?" He unbuttons his pants, removes his boxers, his shoes were already gone at the bottom of the stairs. I spread my legs, wriggle, I hop..., provocatively, and he drops his pants and climbs onto the bed himself, lightly slapping me on the ass. "Stay still." I laugh.He begins to rub my back, lightly, starting with my shoulders, the back of my neck (which he bends to kiss and then nip, which is completely, unfairly erotic for no reason I can explain). Working down my spine, across my. Waters,” I informed him now, appearing in the shadows with my posse ... while he had his own very close to him.“So, what do you want from me? You’re a vampire, aren’t you? You can’t be offering me a soul. You guys have none. You could never be where I call home. If you die, you go to Purgatory. Them’s the rules. You have these three, that do have souls, but what are the chances that you’d sacrifice them? They smell like your blood. You’re attached to them, joined at the hip, I dare say. So,. It happened maybe once a month to a month and a half that Skinflint felt he needed to empty out a barrel and everyone knew to call Kenzie if she didn’t show up on her own to bring him home.The old grandfather clock in the lobby had just rang in eight thirty when Mélanie spotted a fully dressed young woman showing up at the door to the public room. She was tall and leggy, with a skin shade reminiscent of a month spent under the Caribbean sun, auburn hair, a tight-fitting blouse over a pair of. She followed my stare as I looked between her legs. "Is it gross?" she asked. "Some of my friends said it was gross not to shave it, but I'm afraid to cut myself, so..." "Shh," I said, placing a finger on her lips. "It's perfect. Don't listen to what others say, it's your body, and you can damn well do whatever the fuck you want with it." She nodded. "Now, do you have a mirror here somewhere?" I asked. She shrugged. "In the bathroom," she answered, pointing to the door. The bathroom was right.