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Just like that, Tessa’s temper flared hot again. Babysitting your children is not a break! she wanted to scream at him. And don’t use your fucking kids as emotional blackmail!
“I wanted to see more of you. I wanted to watch over you. Guard you.” “‘Guard’ me. Like a possession?” Tessa asked, anger stiffening her spine. She’d never been able to tolerate jealousy in men. It frightened her, made her feel caged. “No,” Amos said quietly. “Like a queen.”
“No. Intimacy isn’t about gender. And I want intimacy. It’s not like there’ll be this un-fillable void in my soul if I never get to eat pussy.”
He glanced worriedly at Tessa. “I don’t want to give you orders…” “Just tell me what I need to do to stay safe, and I’ll do it. I trust your judgment.”
“O fragile mortal!” she cried, putting the back of her hand to her forehead. “How canst thou bear my insidious nature? Forsooth! Our picnic has been ruined by my dark and dangerous ways!” “That’s not how you use ‘forsooth,’” Amos grumbled, but he was smiling now. Relief won out over pride.
“Don’t be nervous,” Amos told her. “I’ll rip the tongue out of anyone who bothers you.” “No ripping out tongues!” Tessa said, her voice high and panicky. “Aww,” Etta pouted. “It would eventually grow back,” Amos muttered sulkily.
My software developer homebody vampire boyfriend is kind of a badass, Tessa thought, pressing her lips together to suppress a smug grin.
“What’s wrong?” he asked in a low voice. Whose tongue do I have to rip out? was the underlying implication, but Tessa was too wound up to care.
