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It should stir his stomach, stain some guilt on his conscience, fuck with his mind—keyword: should—watching Mel present two blood-slicked fingers. “Does this work, Dr. Langdon?”
Hypnotized, he drops to his knees and pushes aside her panties. That’s his good girl, always ready to be used.
Nothing quenches the thirst like blood of the willing. Clusters and liquid alike, Langdon swallows her maroon molasses. Lost in the delirium, Mel giggles. Her cunt shakes against his tongue from laughing. Fuck, he’d turn her right now to hear that sound for eternity. Probably why humans, addictive and naive ones, are off limits.
“No problem, I’m hono– OH!” She jolts when he swipes his tongue over her puffed nerve. After all, she deserves compensation for her generosity. “Always too sweet for your own good, angel.”