Even if I wanted to pull away, I couldn't; his hand went down to hold my waist, holding me closer to him while the other one stayed at my face, caressing it.
Months before an animal fur appears on the head of a Russian oil baron or as a chin-caressing collar on a Manhattan socialite, it makes a global journey that may include a stop in a nondescript warehouse in Toronto.
Her limbs flopped horribly and when at long last he managed to hoist her so her head hung over his shoulder it was to find her blonde hair straying across his sweating face, sticking to his skin, caressing his mouth, so that he spat and retched in sick disgust, staggering so that he and his burden nearly fell.