No Rest for the Wicked
I could touch her... She would accept my touch...
Sebastian had suffered centuries without contact with others, much less touch, yet now a hauntingly lovely female stood just inches from him, open and unafraid.
He raised his shaking hands to her waist, dragging her to him. He barely stifled a shudder when her lush breasts pressed against him. "Tell me your name."
"My name... ?" she murmured ab...