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I want to take you until you are boneless. I want to drain you of strength. I want to fill you and take my fill of you. My dear, Ivy, I want to devour you. I want your juices on my tounge, flooding my mouth. I want your wetness on my face, your scent covering me. I want your blood in my veins.
– Kathryn Smith, Taken by the Night