[His body can wait. His heart needs this so much more. And when she shifts, he leans down, arm shifting to cradle her more as her lips find his and he answers her tender kiss with one of his own, sweet and long and slow and soft. His human hand cups her cheek before skimming fingers through her hair backward to cradle her head in his palm. Her hands on him are soothing and his skin soaks up her touch hungrily. She's the first spring rain, gentle and steady, against his soul and all he wants to do is quietly drink every drop of her in for as long as she'll let him.]
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