html (375 of 711)28-12-2006 21:38:58 A Taste Yes. An opium-poppy lushness, heavy as laudanum, purple as night… and at the centre of the darkness, the burst of joy, the blazing ring of crystal. Her stomach turned over. file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Freda%20Warrington%20-%20A%20Taste%20of%20Blood%20Wine.
Ten minutes went by before either of them spoke. Oh, of course. Karl peeled the layers of silk from her with such reverence, stroking trails of heat over her skin. Always guilty.
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