They had been duct taped tightly, bruised and raw. I watch as the bruises are disappearing before my eyes. My tongue does the same. I had bit it when ... was feverishly feeding on her, our blood mixing. It’s healed now. I glance higher up her body. She still wears a ripped open beige camisole, soaked dark and stuck to her skin, her plump breasts hanging out freely. I see her dark nipples. Her left one has two little bloody holes on either side of it, where I bit her. That wound doesn't heal like. He pinned her there for a moment – stomach and breast pressed flat on paint and plaster, back and ass pressed snugly with his hard body – then caught the hem of her jeans, and stripped them down her long, trim legs in one, fast move. He knelt before her, faced directly with a sexy little triangle of sky blue satin that disappeared between the milky white curves of her ass. Hands traveled up her silky smooth legs, preceding the damp heat of the man’s mouth. When he reached the tight bubble that. Everything that Luc did to her was a lot sinful and a little depraved. He didn’t hide their affair behind closed doors, but flaunted it before an unsuspecting audience. Instead of rising over her, like most men, with gentle needs, he punished her with pain all while soothing it with pleasure. Luc touched her body in places that were forbidden even to her; so much so that she would not willingly tell him to stop or continue. And oh, did she want him to continue. With each thrust of his hips,. I can't just run off to California on a whim like Frankie can." Her voice had some sulk in it. "Frankie said she had a good time, by the way." Did she?" I could hear a fishing expedition when I heard one. Especially if it was my sister doing the fishing."She wouldn't say much about it, except that you were fine, and looked good, and that this Jake person is a darling who can cook as good as Mom." I invited Jake to come with me, but he turned me down," I said.She didn't say anything."You okay?".