“He was raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He was sweet blood after a long hunt. How could she have mistaken Aiden's kisses for this? They had been delicious and smooth like the brief comfort of chocolate, but they had never been enough.”

—  Annette Curtis Klause, Blood and Chocolate

Source: Blood and Chocolate

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