[If she were sober, if this was outside the club, Belladonna would be much more horrified at herself at the prospect of kissing someone she’s only just met. Even having been in Hell for a decent amount of time, it still just doesn’t feel…appropriate.
But here’s this handsome devil with fingers that feel like sweet fire on her skin and a mouth she wants to taste so badly it feels like desperation. A knot forms in her throat. Without realizing it, she’s leaning in, too, so their faces are just a breath away.]
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But here’s this handsome devil with fingers that feel like sweet fire on her skin and a mouth she wants to taste so badly it feels like desperation. A knot forms in her throat. Without realizing it, she’s leaning in, too, so their faces are just a breath away.]
What kind of miracles?