Blood lust wasn't anywhere, and I had to say, stop. I dropped my shields, and I looked not toward the fighting, but away from it. I smiled and tried to push it all the way up into my eyes, but probably didn't manage it. I watched him, felt how much he wanted to shove himself inside me, but that part of him that was still Richard, still thinking so hard, was afraid.
Now he is dead, and ma petite finds that disturbing. He kissed me, and it was gentle at first, then grew until we were feeding at each other's mouths again. He shrugged. I've had people buy me jewelry, clothes, weekends in great hotels and spas, but no one ever let me buy what I wanted with their money, only what they thought I wanted.
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