I pointed with one hand at her neck, her breast, her arms. I let my body ease into the warmth of his skin, and the scent of leather, and just him. He was wearing a coat I'd seen before. It was hard to tell where one magic ended and the other began.
She said that I always make love like it's rape. I let the equipment bag drop beside the bed, softly. Hard, deep, tongue searching my mouth. The leopardman on my back moved his hips another fraction of an inch down.
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