My name is Nathaniel. What’s yours?”He crossed himself with his spare hand. “You should never tell a demon your name. Mother Mary and all angels... protect me.”If his accent hadn’t given him away, I’d know now he was a good French Catholic boy. I mused that I was one once, over a century and a half ago.I stepped forward slowly. I wasn’t worried about his axe; I’d already given him the suggestion that he wouldn’t hurt me. It would be practically impossible for him to override that instruction. I. It's been half a year since we last saw each other that time when... when we managed to pick up two strangers on a crooked evening. Adam never found out what happened, and I have been faithful to him since then, but the truth is that to this day I haven't been able to forget Mike's huge dick. What he said was true, since then sex with my husband wasn't the same as before. The situation was that; it got better.Even if Adam didn't know the truth about that night, he must have felt something. I hadn’t been thinking about my husband’s confiding to his friend what he should’ve been discussing intimately with me. But the comment sure popped back into my mind as a pair of feet tiptoed to the bed. I decided in a flash that I needed to firmly take the initiative. I had an inspiration to perform oral sex as an instantaneous surprise, and I would’ve given my husband the BJ if it had been him coming into my bed – but it wasn’t.A woman can recognize her man by many things, and sight need not. She could not meet his gaze, for she felt that he could bore holes thru her with only a glance of his eyes. For the first time in months, she knew an emotion other than despair and apathy, she knew fear. Her voice emerged in a strangled croak. ‘What do you want of me?’ Her eyes still did not meet his. ‘I want everything.’ He stepped closer to her, and she could feel her knees begin to tremble. His voice was a husky whisper, tinged with a note of tenderness that completely contradicted the.