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" The things the man did with his tongue and his fingers had only been surpassed by his shockingly large, decadently pulsing and wickedly throbbing—” Hawke chuckled. “This woman has a knack for adverbs, doesn’t she?”
“You can stop now.”
“Manhood.
“What?” I gasped.
“That’s the end of the sentence,” he explained, and when I glanced up, I immediately knew that whatever was about to come out of his mouth was going to burn me alive. “Oh, you may not know what she means by manhood. I do believe she’s talking about his cock. Prick. Dick. His—”
“Oh my gods,” I whispered.
“His—apparently—extremely large, throbbing and pulsing—”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“And I’m about to stab you,” I warned. “In a very violent manner. "
― Jennifer L. Armentrout , From Blood and Ash (Blood and Ash, #1)