[Author's Note: I DO NOT in any way or manner of writing CONDONE or SUPPORT necrophilia or its extensions! Any feature in this book is VERY BRIEF, UNHURTFUL and purely to indulge the reader's mind, descriptively. Please READ and COMPREHEND what I intend—as it is NOT my INTENT to promote vile behaviour—and don't just be reporting stuff over what you FEEL or perceive. You must have read the synopsis before opening this novel; you know what this book is about. DON'T PRETEND like you are novice to what you were going to read. THAT'S WEIRD! All inclusions and hashtags are for fun and the beauty of narration! Thank you, dearest reader.]
HE WAS PURE HEAT—in her mouth.
His taste was fucking wild. Two fingers to her heart, Yukima had never had a man like him.
