You can’t see yourself biting someone’s neck, is that it?” Raven laughed softly. “I can’t do it either. Yuck. Well . . .” She blushed, a faint pink stain spreading across her creamy skin. “Mikhail has a way of making it…” she trailed off.
Shea found herself blushing, too. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Jacques seems to have that same way about him.

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