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“And here you lay, in this bed….” The shadows of the room move in unison with his movements, as if he’s as much a fixture of the house as the wooden beams that hold it upright, “In this room…” she dares meet his gaze, a wicked smile pulling the corners of his lips upwards, “In my house.”
*swoon*
Spanish leaves his lips in a fierce whisper, “Dame tu angustia.”
There’s nothing else to do, not when she’s already held his cursed heart in her hands, and he already feasted from the well of her tears.
“Come here.”
His thumb sweeps across her bottom lip, the capillaries beneath her skin entwining with the veins beneath his palm, twin pulses beating in tandem, a lullaby, a song that can’t possibly be anything other than sacred.
