Chapter 7 Her Taste

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Salvatore's POV

Her taste.

Angelic.

Celestially.

Divine.

She tasted fresh berries and the alluring taste of whipped vanilla, her scent perforated my nostrils like a dying man in a desert having his first drink in months if not years. Something about her makes me come alive with a heart thinking rhythm and raging pulse being...

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