It was as if she had emitted a pulse of radiation that reached him even where he stood, and it bathed him and it burned him.
Laini TaylorShe could smell the boy spice beneath the thrift-store aroma of his jacket, and the rubbing and the smell began to work to soften her -- like butter before you add sugar, in the first steps of making something sweet. It was her first experience of how bodies could meld together, how breath could slip naturally into rhythm. It was hypnotic. Heady. And she wanted more.
Laini TaylorA pause came between them, and it was so full of Akiva that Karou imagined she could smell him.
Laini TaylorAll right," sighed Madrigal. "To the baths, then. To make ourselves shiningly clean." Like vegetable, she thought, before they go in the stew.
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