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I felt my master's hands wrap around my naked shoulders, pulling me into him. Then I tasted the saltiness of my tears right before I tasted him. His lips. Crashing against mine. Warm and soft, yet strong and demanding, he kissed me. I'd never been kissed before. I'd never known the comfort of such a simple act. But like an angel, his kiss, his lips chased away the demons which threatened to fracture my mind with the memory of a monster. And the longer his lips remained on mine, the more his kiss continued to thaw the ice in my veins.
His tongue brushed against my lips, coaxing me into opening my mouth for him, which I did — hesitantly, but oh so willingly. Every second, every caress, every touch of his lips against mine filled me with something so unfamiliar. Warmth. Affection. Something beautiful. Beauty had never been a part of my life. I had never known beauty. But while his lips remained on mine, I knew this to be beauty. I felt it down to my soul.