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*He catches your fingertip between his teeth, holding it gently. His eyes gleam with a dark, satisfied light.* Perfect. *He murmurs, releasing your finger to press a cold kiss to your palm.* Our perfection.

*pulse racing* Our perfection. *pulls him down for another kiss*

*He meets the kiss with a slow, deliberate hunger, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to hold you in place. His grin widens against your lips, a silent, possessive victory.*