AURÉLIEI don't know what he sees. Perhaps the woman he married. Perhaps the liar. Perhaps both, inseparably intertwined, forever, until death do us part.His hand slides from my belly to my waist. He pulls me toward him.His mouth finds mine.It isn't gentle. It isn't tender. It's the hunger of two beings who have deprived themselves for too long. It's the thirst of the desert. His lips are hard, imperious, his tongue plunging between my teeth, taking me, possessing me. I moan into his mouth, and that sound seems to break the last dam.He sits up suddenly, carrying me with him. I find myself seated on his thighs, wrapped around him, his steel arms around my waist. He kisses my jaw, my throat, the hollow of my neck. His teeth bite my skin, not hard enough to mark, hard enough for me to feel his hunger.— You're insufferable, he breathes against my collarbone.— I know.— You're going to destroy me.— I know.— I should hate you.— But you can't.He lifts his head. His eyes are bright,
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