Page 184 of Unhinged Omega

soft sigh escapes

emboldened

my palm cups her face

cups it easily

engulfs it

thumb traces cheekbone

memorizing every line

every curve

every detail

never want to forget

never want to lose this

never want to wake if this is dream

she opens eyes

violet galaxies staring back

"Touch me," she commands

voice steady despite flush on cheeks

my hand trembles

trail down neck

careful

so careful

could hurt

could destroy

fingertips trace collarbone

palm slides to shoulder

push silk robe slightly

exposing more moonlit skin

breathtaking

the urge to taste

to press mask against her neck

to inhale her scent

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