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“He presses his mouth to the pulse point of my wrist, racing in time with my heart. 'Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips.' His eyes are black with desire. 'By you, I am forever undone.” — Holly Black
He presses his mouth to the pulse point of my wrist, racing in time with my heart. 'Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips.' His eyes are black with desire. 'By you, I am forever undone.