"Mine, always," Asher promises, closing his mouth over the wound on Nathaniel's throat, sucking hard at the still-bleeding mark, hips slamming into Nathaniel. He cannot hold back, cannot be gentle despite the soft words, the endearments that he's spoken.
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Date: 2009-08-30 10:05 pm (UTC)