“Fuck,” Gabe groaned, as Soren dug into a particularly tight spot on his lower back. “Is this part of your vampire magic?” “No, this is you having more muscles than sense and me being good with my hands.” Another rush of blood shot to Gabe’s cock at the thought of how else Soren might be good with his hands. He went on the defensive. “I’m not that bulky. I run a lot.”
