Chapter 18 Good girls, gone bad

• "You are a lean little thing, aren't you?" She ran one of her hands up and down his thin body. He had the body of a gymnast, which Antoinette apparently liked. A lot. Her claws found his abs and ran down the cracks of his muscles with hunger. Her red eyes drank in the sight of his small, tight form.
• "Do you... like bigger guys?"
• "A faint memory suggests I did, when I was but a freshly embraced. Tall women were not common, and all the men wanted a little dainty thing under their arm." She leaned in close and put her dark lips to his ear. "That was a long time ago." She gave his earlobe a gentle nibble as her hand slid further down his stomach to tickle around his navel.