Dwellers Of The Night: The Complete Collection - Plot & Excerpts
Wholly needful. Her lips move in a bare whisper: “What are you thinking?” He bites his own lip and doesn’t answer for a moment. “This is perfect. You’re perfect.” She pulls her jacket tighter. “It’s cold.” Anthony Barnhart Dwellers of the Night 214 “I know. But I don’t notice it so much.” “I think we should go inside.” Several minutes have passed. The door to the friar’s office is closed, and they ignore the skeleton hunched over the dust-laden desk. She is pinned in the corner, and he is attacking her. She lets out a groan, a desperate plea—not for ceasing, but for more. Their lips graze one another’s, and her eyes are clenched shut, her world spinning, engulfed in the moment. His left hand crawls up her shirt. Her slender tummy is warm, and she doesn’t protest his ice-bitten fingers. He feels the front strap of her bra, and he slowly pushes one finger through, feels the crest of her breast. Her mouth hangs open as his finger caresses her nipple.
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