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“Yet he tasted like whiskey; hit her veins like a stiff drink on an empty stomach, carried her off like an opiatic dream. He kicked what was solid out beneath her and seized her sharply, breathlessly, like a coil around her throat.” — Allie Ray
Yet he tasted like whiskey; hit her veins like a stiff drink on an empty stomach, carried her off like an opiatic dream. He kicked what was solid out beneath her and seized her sharply, breathlessly, like a coil around her throat.