Aurora's eyes widened as she stared at him, her breath hitching in her throat. He leaned in closer, his lips just inches from hers. "I'm not done," he whispered, his voice a seductive murmur that sent shivers down her spine. Azrael leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against hers in a teasing manner. Aurora's breath caught, her eyes locked onto his.
"I want to kiss you," he breathed in a low husky tone, his eyes not leaving her lips for even a second.
"Azrael," she called, her fingers nervously crumpling the fabric of her dress. Azrael hummed in response, his gaze still lingering, and she gulped down nothing before adding, "Did you go out looking like this?" She hadn't noticed it until now, perhaps because she was flustered all morning, but he was still shirtless with bandages, some missing, and others loosely clinging to his sculpted form, leaving behind the scars from the wounds.
