His chest and stomach were bloody, too. I bent down so I could meet him eye-to-eye. That much I could admit to myself. Saliva splattered my face, trailed from his mouth as if he were a rabid animal.
When last I'd touched Nathaniel's needs this completely, he'd simply wanted to belong to me. I felt what he'd felt, and it was wondrous. I drew first one nipple and then the other into my mouth. I smiled at him and resisted the urge to punch him on the shoulder.
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