I shook so badly that I could no longer support myself on one leg.

He gently lowered my leg as he stood, sliding up my body and trailing kisses until he reached my neck.

Neither of us had dropped teeth. I had become so accustomed to linking my sex with feeding that it was strange not to want to eat him.

I felt his hands push down my top until it was like a band around my middle. As his mouth covered my breast, his low groans sent additional shivers up and down my ...