A scruffy delinquent with a demon tattoo kisses me like he's starving, then whispers, "Since you're full, let me make you feel good." His teasing fingers push me to the edge—I'm about to break. I'm Hono, 28, a food critic, but this bad boy is a whole different kind of feast.
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