[His hands trailed over that warm bare chest, touch feather light, but still cold. He had yet to drink that day, after all, and he could hear Luke's blood pounding in his own ears from lust. He would not take from him, at least not yet; he had no desire to kill his soul or lose it any other way. Until they could find one of those blood giving machines like that foppish watcher Luke as so fond of had, he would not feed from him.]
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[His hands trailed over that warm bare chest, touch feather light, but still cold. He had yet to drink that day, after all, and he could hear Luke's blood pounding in his own ears from lust. He would not take from him, at least not yet; he had no desire to kill his soul or lose it any other way. Until they could find one of those blood giving machines like that foppish watcher Luke as so fond of had, he would not feed from him.]