It was not the sex — well, alright, part of it was the sex — but now I would really miss having her around. For some reason, a picture from that s...lly little book slipped into my head, of a single rose under a glass bell. What was that cumbersome phrase? "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."I stared at the top of her head as she struggled with the last buckle. The ones at the top were slightly too small, and they were always a bastard. She enjoyed the feeling of her soft young body underneath her hands, but today her sensation had an extra excitement: she was imagining what it would feel like to have a man’s sharp teeth on her neck, his stubble against her soft creamy breasts, and his rough leathery hands tracing down her belly to the sensitive, pale white skin of her thighs. Her own hands between her legs were exciting her, but they were too delicate, too cool. As her body started to spasm with her approaching climax, she. ” She replied.“How the hell did you end up working at a vampire club?”Raven shrugged.“I don’t freak out at much and I got bills to pay like everyone else.”“Have you ever been a feeder?” I asked.“No, not my thing. I like to be picky about who gets to nibble on me.” Raven gave me a slight, flirty grin.“I see.” I stammered.“Well, after you catch your breath, you want to take a walk down the hall?” Raven asked, dropping her elbows onto the bar and leaning closer towards me.“What’s at the end of the. His arrow would slide along her perineum…testing…centering…pausing…repositioning slightly…and then the pressure as he sought access…the game…resisting…making him work for her forbidden treasure…one of his arms wrapped around her legs holding them back…a strong hand grabbing her wrist…then both wrists…trapping her so that she could not escape—not that she had any desire to do so. She would feel the muscle unwind…relent…accept the inevitable…and he was inside her. She loved the initial.