บท 112: Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

He didn't linger on my lips this time. After teasing me with a bare taste of him, he pecked the corner of my mouth before moving over to my cheek, planting more kisses below my ear, along the side of my neck.

I sighed at the sensation, and my hands slipped behind him, wrapping around his waist. I still avoided his shoulders though. He was no longer wearing a bandage, and I didn't want to accidentally scratch the newly healed skin. The last thing I wanted to see was more scars to match those over his heart.

He noticed my hesitation. "Immortals heal fast," he whispered into my ear. "It's alright. Hold me." His kisses traveled down the hollow of my throat and across my chest. "Moan for me."