I wasn't horrified by the fact that he liked a little fear with his sex, a little rough play, most of the shapeshifters did. He was shaking his head. There, that was honest. I can pull him apart in pieces, but I cannot pull him off of you.
I knew he performed. White and pale, and perfect, as if someone could carve cold white marble and breathe life into it, and plant a blush of color at his groin, where he sat straight and thick and ready. His voice had an edge of impatience. Emotional honesty.
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