If you can call your kinds’ existence living.”
“Then why are you here instead of attending to the vampire?”
“Things are different now.” Pleasure crossed the priest’s face. Blood stained lips. Anal sex “Oh, yes, so much agony.” Abigail’s eyes fluttered as the pleasure rippled through her body. I c-can still furnish the tributes.”
“So can I.”
The priest’s hand burned. The wounds burned, smoke hissing. She felt the trickle as her body heaved. Britney hurtled into the stratosphere of passion. “We always were the best.”
Abigail laughed and kissed her husband hard. It drowned her mind. Every time I’m fed on, this rush shots through me—what if it is the last time? What did Father Augustine do to you and Shannon? His angel was in there. His angel was in there. She worshiped him. She was in the back of the large SUV Rosa had stolen. The bloodlust gripped him. He had Britney’s mother—a busty, mature blonde—slung in his arms. Nothing she did could help her escape. “Faust is yours to deal with,” the German said, closing the SUV’s side door.
