You underestimate ma petite's love of the male body. Sex called on account of blood loss. Her name was Lana, and, though I thought she was far too good for him, she irritated me. His suit was black, and I knew without seeing him standing that it was tailored to his body, and probably Italian in cut.
That had been the last conversation the wedding lady and I had had. But another part of me, which felt much closer, thought, that's alright, we'd have to pull her apart to eat her anyway. Let me in, and his voice spilled over my skin as if he'd covered me naked in satin and drawn it along my body. I do not know that this is true, but I know that the more marks you carried of mine, the less pliable to my will you became.
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