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"I
could feel my shoulders rising, my fingers biting deeper into
his flesh, and almost a humming sound rising out of me. No vision
but that of his tiny gasping soul, but a swoon so powerful that
he himself, what he was, had no more part in it.
It was with all my will that, before the final moment, I forced
him away. How I wanted to feel his heart stop. How I wanted
to feel the beats slow and cease and know I possessed him."
from "lust"
anne rice
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