Asher feeds, just enough to warm his body, to send heat flooding through his veins. He pulls back slowly, turning his head to kiss Nathaniel's wrist, leaving a bloody lip-print.
Leaning across Nathaniel, he grabs a cotton pad off the nightstand, pressing it to Nathaniel's thigh.
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Date: 2009-10-18 10:47 am (UTC)Leaning across Nathaniel, he grabs a cotton pad off the nightstand, pressing it to Nathaniel's thigh.