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The back and forth was all but habit now, her legs easily conforming to the shape of his body, her own not at all needing any encouragement to do so. Any snark she might have had was forgotten, her lips meeting his with equal abandon. Teeth and tongues mixed with scarlet honey, and Sofia purred like a kitten into his mouth.

Wriggling and writhing, there was no doubt what she wanted. The images of passion filled both their minds so completely that she wasn't sure where her fantasies ended and his began. Or maybe they were just so fused at this point that they had become the same. Breathe ragged and her voice gravel, even the heat of their words entangled between them.

"You fill my mind, my blood. And I ache for that, too...I'm pretty sure you can tell how much..." Her hips rocked, then, her own body swollen and tender. "All of you claiming all of me is worth waiting for. But in the mean time..." Licking her lips, she slipped beneath the sheets...

[1923]

It sounded like a war was going on outside, but all she could focus on was the ringing in her ears...and utter silence behind her. Sofia didn't need to look behind her to know that the girl was dead - he'd been far too aggressive with his bite.

But then she felt him. That lifeline that tethered them together. "Guillaume..." his name slipped forth, a soft prayer, a plea for him to find her, to whisk her away, back to the safety of his arms and his bed.

And as if heaven had granted her wish, he was there. Strong and perfect, the moment his hands touched her own, her hand splayed wide to release the weapon and tighten into the fabric of his shirt. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." it was all she could say, whimpering and nuzzling against him.

But it wasn't the corpse that she as apologizing for. She was apologizing for not listening. And for ruining her new outfit.

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