Tease to Warm the Wicked

We walked into an obsidian night with thousands of tiny cut stars. He opened his jacket to protect me from icy winds and I melted in, slipped my arms into the soft silk around his back and absorbed his warmth with my body. His lips lingered on my upper cheek where the bone curves in towards the ear then kissed and kissed, over again, in just that… one… lovely spot.

“You have such beautiful hair,” he whispered as he slipped his hand behind my ear separating the locks with long probing fingers till his palm cradled the back of my head. Firmly he held my hair in his fist as his tongue traced my skin and those gorgeous full lips found mine.


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