BREATHE. he rained kisses along her spine, his fingers against the cold skin of her shoulder GENTLE. far more gentle than she deserved or even wanted. steel watches the curtains SWAY in the light breeze that wandered through the open balcony window, as his mouth curled against the back of her neck, hands entangled in her wild curls; with eyes fluttering closed, she could almost TASTE the sea salt in the air, hear the sound of soft WAVES────── brought to her in a MEMORY, her body aching for the sensations she once had, BEGGING her to fall, fall and FALL.

‘ QUEENIE, LOOK AT ME. ' torn from her own mind, she obeys the plea in his voice; steel turns towards the GREEN of his eyes. she tried not to think about the fingers she WANTED pressed to her chin, or the BODY she wanted weighing her down against her bed, or even the LIPS that melted into her own────── but she did. and suddenly the taste of ALMONDS AND MINT shifted into candyfloss and vanilla. it wasn't HIS tongue invading her mouth anymore, or HIS voice as he worshipped her name; it wasn't HIM moving between her legs, but NOAH YAXLEY.

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