Six Sentence Sunday: Fury – part 7

I sort of took this week off…  Read and slobbed mainly

Anyway, here's my 6 from Fury:

She breathed in the warm, bloodied scent, finding it over the stink of people, of animals that swept around the high palace walls. The stall came closest to keeping the meat raw.  Her stomach growled and she could no longer resist. With a few snarling bites and quick swallows the meat-filled wrap was gone.

"No, I wouldn't trust that mouth of yours anywhere near my dick."

Ava almost choked on the last crumbs of bread still in her mouth.

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