The Devil's Mistress
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She looked up at me with those soft, damn eyes.
I stepped in closer, my hand lifting before I even thought it through, and I brushed the tips of my fingers against her cheek.
Warm. Delicate. Curious.
I watched her mouth part slightly, her lashes lowering just a bit.
"Can I kiss you?" I heard myself say.
It surprised me.
I don’t ask.
I take.
But she wasn’t like anyone else. With her, I found myself wanting permission...wanting her to want me back.
She blinked, caught off guard, but something in her softened. And after a breath, she slowly nodded.
I leaned in, brushing my lips over hers in a gentle and slow motion, like I was trying to memorize her taste, savoring the mo
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