watched a bead of blood slide over it, before it dripped down his chin. Reaching up, I grabbed the back of his neck, yanked him down, and kissed him. The taste of blood between our kiss just made sense to me. After all, this was my life now. And honestly? I couldn't complain one bit. "You make me feel so good," I whispered against his lips. "So fucking good." "Same," Quincy whispered. "Now stop fucking talking and cum in my ass."
