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With a snort, Marcello turned onto his back and settled between pillows Crescent grazes on his neck and chest, and other places under the sheets, trickled a little Her bitepale under his tan

It ht even be love They had shared so one - she was free to love

She thought she was in synchronisation with Marcello&039;s beating heart, his gently dreah his pose of indifference and tapped into the real person underneath There was kindliness in his makeup, passion under his cynicism, secret hurts she could winkle out and ease, and a war

He wanted to write real books, she knew - novels, history, philosophy He admired Lankester Merrin profoundly, not just for his wisdoiving up worthless-tat journalisently force him to do real work She&039;d buy him a typewriter, keep others away from him while he wrote, modestly accept the dedication of his first masterpiece &039;To Kate, without whom&039;

God, yes

His eyes twitched under their lids, drealasses until the last possible le with her spectacles When there was nothing else between the them intertwined next to the statue of the Madonna on his bedside table

When they made love, his naked face was a blur to her It was a quirk of bloodline that becoht as useless as it had been when she arm

She didn&039;t knohat colour his eyes were It didn&039;tunder the thin sheet, pressing herself against his body, feeling his warm skin with her cool belly and breasts, she tried to fit herself against Marcello as if they were the complementary halves of a puzzle It wasn&039;t co between his, draping an ar into his armpit and up behind his shoulder

Marcello stirred in his sleep

His heartbeat was a steady thu, she needed to complete the circuit, to become one creature with her lover She opened her mouth wide and found one of the recent bites, in the htly haired nipple Her sharp teeth sank easily into the grooves they haduntil blood welled up into her throat

She felt the rush in her heart and head

The blood et

As she drank, Marcello rose froing her waist and botto the sheets, and he fitted his penis into her

She guided their rhyth semen in tidal cycles After all these years, she couldn&039;t reirl - she&039;d only ed it the once, with her father-in-darkness, Mr Harris - but turning certainly increased the range of pleasures she could give and receive

Marcello screamed and his entire body stretched taut, as if all his sineere piano wires She thoughtinto her ed down into unconsciousness

She wanted nawed his chest alet