One of the few men was standing up, and the woman with him was tugging on his arm, trying to get him to sit back down. The song stopped. If you had asked me, I would have said it was impossible. I forgot everything I'd ever known about how to use my body, how to fight.
He drove himself in as deep and hard as he could, so that the impact of our bodies tore a grunt from my body and a sound in his that I'd never heard before. If he could tell the story, I could hear it, all of it. I'd only done something similar to this once, and that had been with Asher, who was our sweetie, and who had fed on me before. They found Stevie's car off the road, as if they'd been run into the ditch.
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