Ashes to Desire
"Let me show you how much you mean to me."
I took her face in my hands, cradling it like something precious and breakable, though I knew she was neither. Her skin was hot to the touch, still radiating the aftereffects of her power. When our lips finally met, it wasn't gentle or hesitant. It was desperate, hungry, years of longing compressed into a single point of contact.
She tasted like ash and honey, like something familiar yet entirely new. Her hands slid up my chest, leaving trails of heat through my shirt. I groaned against her mouth, pulling her closer until there was no space between us, just the press of her body against mine.
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