Part II
As always, after much heavy breathing and sweating, they moved apart so she could remove his shirt. She practically tore it in half, tousling his hair as she drew it roughly over his head. She drew close to him once more, pressing her heaving body against his.
He shivered as she drew her fingers up his bare back, her wet mouth working across his chest. He didn't quite understand it, her fascination with his chest.
Secretly, he thought it might be because of the bloodsucker. He hated even thinking about the guy, but gloating was different.
They wanted the heat.