The war of Races
“Then you clearly do not know better, that is exactly what it was.”
Astria gasped as he pulled her closer to him, unable to stop the small sound that escaped her lips as he pressed his own against hers. Her heart raced as she embraced him as he did her, entwined in each other as the moments passed by. Eventually, though neither of them knew how much time had gone by, they broke away from each other’s lips. The half-breed had never been kissed so passionately before, nor had she kissed anyone at all. He had stolen her first kiss, her first intimate moment, yet; she found that she didn’t care.
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