I sank my teeth into someone's chest, took in as much meat as my mouth would hold, and began to bite down. I spoke with my mouth almost touching his, Jean-Claude, help me, help me put the genie back in the bottle. It sounded so noble. I had enough horrors of my own without borrowing.
But that thing in the center of my body stretched, stretched legs and arms inside my body. I had some vague memory of clothes being ripped away, but I wasn't sure when, or even which of us had done it. Some of the vamps jumped at the small sound it made. It's only luck that's kept the ardeur from you, Richard.
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