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Kodhelvete
Jasper
Jasper was very dangerous right now.
At that moment, a small girl passed at the end of the closest table to ours, stopping to talk to a friend. She tossed her short, sandy hair, running her fingers through it. The heaters blew her scent in our direction. I was used to the way that scent made me feel - the dry ache in my throat, the hollow yearn in my stomach, the automatic tightening of muscles, the excess flow of venom in my mouth...
Jasper was letting his imagination get away from him. He was picturing it - picturing himself getting up from his seat and going to stand beside the little girl. Thinking of leaning down and in, as if he were going to whisper in her ear, and letting his lips touch the arch of her throat. Imagining how the hot flow of her pulse beneath the fine skin would feel under his mouth...
Åter, det går inte att beskriva känslan, den är överväldigande. Allt man tänker är: Bit mig, bit mig, bit mig.
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