copper
R. 11/26/2004.

When Thierry asks, even now so civilized, Hannah bites her lip so hard that she tastes molten copper in her mouth. "Do it," she pants, "Yes, please," and his mouth closes over the skin of her throat. As he bites, she thinks, This is how he killed me, and she presses her pelvis up, up, as tight to him as she can, pulling him deep inside her.

When the first rush of blood washes over his greedy tongue, that metallic tinge burns his aching mouth, warms his belly. Thierry thinks, This is how I killed her, and he comes, helplessly.

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