[ His lips part, right before he reaches up to curve a hand at the back of her head. He can't quite keep his kiss soft and gentle, not when he'd almost died, not when she'd risked everything to save him. And he's always been a man happy to let his passions sweep him – and everyone around him – away without warning.
His hand at the back of her head is gentle but firm as he pushes up into her kiss – only to fall back with a pained, exasperated groan as his chest sharply reminds him why that wasn't a good idea. ]
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His hand at the back of her head is gentle but firm as he pushes up into her kiss – only to fall back with a pained, exasperated groan as his chest sharply reminds him why that wasn't a good idea. ]
Damn.