"The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat"
"I doubt you’ve ever been forced to nonstop bang a woman hyped up on the undead voodoo version of Spanish fly, have you?” His chuckle was soft. “Can’t say that I have, Kitten.” “Yeah, well, consider me an original.” This time, when his lips brushed across my skin, it lasted more than a moment. “I always have."
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Source: Jeaniene Frost (2010). “At Grave's End: A Night Huntress Novel”, p.86, Hachette UK
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