oom, ignoring their protests. He stepped into the hallway and pulled the heavy doub
e low hum of the ventilation system and the harsh
lled them off finger by finger, the leather peeling away f
he said, her voice flat and b
e whiskey glass. He didn't wipe it. He didn't even look at it. The crimson drops splattered onto t
rturned with a crash, skidding across the floor a
in waves. His bleeding hand left faint red smears on the velvet wallpaper as he passed.
er spine was ramrod strai
ith a dull thud, the impact knocking the air from her lungs as he caged her in. His bleedi
of her neck. He inhaled deeply, his nose dr
st her skin, his voice rough and drunk
eyes were like ice. "Watch your mouth," she said
blow. Three years of suppressed jea
ng into her jaw. The metallic scent of his own blood mixed wit
k. It was brutal, punishing, and tasted like stale whiskey and blood-
r's chest. She immediately shoved
t, pushing hard. His body was like a b
h and bit down on h
both their mouths-fresh and warm,d harder, deepening the kiss, mixing their blood
pped back an inch, his chest heaving. His bleeding hand
his, he couldn't tell. His eyes were wild, like a starving wolf. The cu
this city," he whispered, his breath
he face. The sound cracked through the room lik
er wrist with his bloody hand before she could pull it back. He squeezed
her brow fur
g into the door frame as he walked out. He kicked the ruined coffee table out of the way
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