I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it f — Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
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I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it feels, in that moment, absolutely right.

— Cynthia Hand, Hallowed
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