«J-Jacey… my beloved Jacey… aaah… I've missed you so much…» Veronica pants, moaning in a way I've never heard from her before.
Her shrill cries of pleasure echo so loudly that they could be mistaken for those of someone in the middle of an exorcism.
Which is funny, because what we're doing is exactly the opposite of an exorcism — instead of pulling something out of her, I'm putting it inside.
It's been well past nine in the evening for a while now — an hour when most of the people in this building are asleep — but that's never stopped us from letting go as if we were the only two people in the entire universe.
Then again, I can't really blame her. The animal hunger with which I'm fucking her right now is more than enough justification for her to scream and moan that deafeningly.
Two interminable weeks without her have made me lose all restraint — we've never been apart for so long, and I swear to whatever Vampire God there is that it will never happen again.
