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Tawny Taylor Carpe Nocturne 2: Kiss Me, Kill Me - 7 <br />
The emptiness, the hollowness, he’d lived with all his life would be gone.<br />
His suffering would not end until the Binding was complete. The ache would<br />
steadily increase until it either killed him or drove him mad. Would he catch the killer<br />
in time? Before he lost his grip on sanity? Before he lost his life and soul?<br />
And what about Sylvie? He knew she was a resilient woman, with a strong will<br />
and spirit. But how much suffering could she endure? Would he be forced to take his<br />
own life just to free her from the torture?<br />
She licked her lips as she looked at him, searching his face for the answers he’d<br />
been too unwilling to answer yet. His cock stiffened as his gaze fixed to her mouth. To<br />
feel those lips down there, gliding up and down his shaft. Her tongue swirling around<br />
the head.<br />
He stifled a roar of frustration. He needed to get moving. Now. Get some money<br />
and find them a place to hide until their paperwork was done, allowing them to travel<br />
freely, register in a hotel, rent a car.<br />
He needed to ease the burn a little. Fucking her would do that, lessen the pain.<br />
For both of them. But only temporarily. There was only one permanent cure. And it was<br />
impossible without Miko.<br />
“Stay here and stay together,” he said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”<br />
“What if you don’t come back?” Isabella, his dearest friend, asked.<br />
“I’ll be back. Just stay out of sight. And don’t go anywhere.” He knew he’d regret<br />
it, but he leaned over and brushed his mouth over Sylvie’s. It hardly qualified as a kiss,<br />
but the effect would have knocked him on his ass if he hadn’t already been seated.<br />
Dizzy and lightheaded, he fumbled with the door handle, pushed open the car<br />
door and after standing on legs that felt wobbly for the first time ever, he gently shut it<br />
to keep from making too much noise. It wasn’t too late yet, not even eleven in the<br />
evening. But the suburban neighborhood was quiet. Dvorak had no doubt tracked<br />
down his address and was trolling the area, looking for him. He’d have to be careful.<br />
He stuck to the darkest shadows as he walked to his building. Once again, he<br />
found himself thankful for the fact that his apartment complex didn’t have street lights.
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