His eyes had bled to midnight blue light, as if the darkest of water held starlight in it. Nathaniel won't hurt me. Yes, yes, it is. It left his eyes sad, but it was a start.
Fuck me, Jean-Claude, fuck me while I'm tight, please. I could smell their skin, that wonderful smell at the side of the neck where the skin smells sweetest when you're in love. How about scary? I said. He was revealed in startling white light for an instant.
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