I switched my aim to his chest, and fired until my gun emptied. I am glad of that. We held him, as if he could still run to Perrin's fire and destroy himself. I slipped the shoulder holster off my arms but only had the belt partly undone, when he pulled the shirt over his head, and was naked from the waist up.
It was always like that, that pressure, more pressure than any other kind of orgasm, as if you would lose control of your body completely. She didn't seem to see much difference between the two. I smiled at him, then unfolded my arms and slid my face down, until I was as far between his legs as I could get. I just need a little privacy.
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