Opening it, he was extremely confused, it was full of grease. ‘I want you…’ he looked up at her as she stumbled over her words, ‘I want you to...put your cockie in my bum hole.’ ‘Gwen!’ his voice was shocked as her cheeks blushed hotly. ‘Oh please,’ she begged, amber eyes looking up at him imploringly, ‘I’m not a wench, not really, but I love you so Al, and I want you to have something of me… something I will never give my husband, I swear by my love for you… I want you in me and I want you to. ' Imagine my surprise then when Mary called. Again she was crying as she told me, 'Del I am so confused, I am so extraordinarily horny, crazily so. But, I am afraid of miscarriage so I didn't do anything or push Doug for sex.' I tried to comfort her but I could tell she needed more so I eased into a very sexual conversation reminding her of our night together and the pleasure we felt. As I talked to her her breathing and the noises I heard told me she was pleasuring herself. Almost regretting I. But those shivers were also laced with fear. She knew what Devin was. She knew what he could do. Even as his bite would unlock her climax, it would also place permanent chains around her mind. She would be Devin's slave for all eternity – she would be nothing more than another of his vampiric concubines, doing his bidding and begging for his sexual favors like a stray dog begs for food. No matter how much she wanted release; no matter how much her body continued to respond to the thought of. “I need a place to live,” I said softly. “Now.”“Where are your things?” he asked. I gave him the name of the motel near the bus station. “You need a place to live. Now.” He motioned me to follow him and I figured, what the hell. I’d slept with high school guys that I liked less. I mean, he was old—at least forty—but I could survive being poked again. He took me to the motel first and waited in his truck while I collected my meagre possessions. I tossed them in the backseat and buckled up.He.