Deborah

“The Ranger moved in closer, thrusting his thumb in and out of the vampire’s mouth with a lewd sort of motion. “It’s still light out. Where ya gunna go, even if I were to let ya out? Ya not a Day Walker, else ya’d be out already trying to rustle up a Werewolf. So why don’t ya just relax an’ do what those eyes have wanted to do since we first met.”
― A.L. Wilson, Fate Trail

“So where do you want to cut then? My neck? Chest maybe, or we could go for something a little…” He ran his hand down his stomach and then played with the waistband of his underwear briefly. Finally, he reached down and started to hike the leg of his boxers up, pivoting his leg at the hip to point to his inner thigh. “…lower?”
― A.L. Wilson, Phoenix Heart