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“You’re beautiful ,” he cried.

Her lips moved into a sad smile as he caressed them with his cold tongue, prying them open in search of her soul, it seemed. Would this be the last time, she wondered. Would he wake up tomorrow to find beauty elsewhere? Her hands tightened under his skin and when she looked into his eyes, so close to her own, as he lay on top of her, containing her, she saw him want her desperately.

A thing of beauty, to have and to hold.

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