Starting over

The next morning, Luciana woke up. She tried to get down from the bed, but then she became aware of the hand holding her waist. Raziel.

He slept soundly, and she could feel his steady breathing on her face. She turned to him so she could freely stare at his face while he was asleep, without him saying something that would embarrass her.

His face was perfectly carved, and his jawline sharp. Unable to help herself, she brought her hand to his face and began to touch him lightly. She trailed her fingers over his face, tracing every corners and curves. She traced his eyebrows, down to his nose, she then went to his ears, before coming to his lips. She remembered him kissing her on the rooftop, and all the other times they had kissed. She was beginning to feel like she wanted more of him. Much more.

She let her thumb trace his lips, and she was surprised when he opened his mouth and took her finger in it. She felt his tongue lick it, and the ticklish sensation made her giggle.

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