“A party,” Susanna said dryly.
There was something lacking in her voice, which left a chill in the air. Since the fires of his desires for her also cooled, Marc assumed that Susanna was otherwise too busy to influence his thoughts… This must be serious…
He turned to gaze upon her. She was still in bed, with her bare legs spread apart. Her flower must have been sensitive after their vigorous session.
Marc was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his hair was dripping wet. Even the hairs on his chest were matted and pressed against his skin. While the Contessa was full of sweat, it was not hers… Whatever vampires are, they clearly don’t sweat…
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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