Asher bares his throat, eyes sliding closed. His neck, sensitive even before he was turned - or so Belle delighted in telling him, insisting he was born to be a vampire - is now almost unbearably so. Had he fed, he would be achingly hard. As it is, pleasure races through him, nerves singing with it, his hands clutching tightly at Nathaniel.
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Date: 2009-07-10 07:33 am (UTC)"Perhaps more than a taste."