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You can kiss me in the moonlight..
On the rooftop under the sky, or
You can kiss me with the windows open
While the rain comes pouring inside
Kiss me in sweet slow motion
Let’s let everything slide
You got me floating, you got me flying…!
“This Kiss” by Faith Hill.
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Charlotte feels hot…bloody hot. Azraiel’s hands are on her body…everywhere…His hands roam from the back of her head, tangled in her hair to lazily drag down her back…His hands can’t stand still…. his fingers leave a fire blazing wherever they touch…. His tongue entangled with hers…their lips never leaving each other….hands, as if physically in pain at the thought of not touching each other….
He tastes like coffee….and smells like a forest after rain…she thinks to herself.
