`` you 're beautiful , misty , '' graham whispered . i spat him out and sucked him back in slowly , and now he was groaning , arching his back , and his h*ps were rocking and i was matching his motion , and then he cried out and shot his seed into my throat , hot and salty and thick , not at all bitter , almost sweet . finding out as much about that cloak and about the woman was . when had crystal met dove beck ? she did n't want to crave him - not now . 