Kell opened for her, even with the tentative press, his newly-healed heart pounding against the inside of his ribcage, the taste of her lips on his. She tasted faintly of her magic, the prickling warmth that always seemed to come with her touch on his bare skin.
The fingers on her cheek slid into her hair, gripped it as the warmth slid to an edge of desperation, of too many things left too long, of closeness left unfinished. His nails slid faintly against her scalp, the touch of his tongue against her lower lip.
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Kell opened for her, even with the tentative press, his newly-healed heart pounding against the inside of his ribcage, the taste of her lips on his. She tasted faintly of her magic, the prickling warmth that always seemed to come with her touch on his bare skin.
The fingers on her cheek slid into her hair, gripped it as the warmth slid to an edge of desperation, of too many things left too long, of closeness left unfinished. His nails slid faintly against her scalp, the touch of his tongue against her lower lip.