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and got started. So, we've got enough wood for quite a while." |
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D.J. nodded. She still held on to his hand, staring at the angry red skin. The blisters reminded her of the wound he must carry deep within. The wound of his parents' murder. Just as she carried the wound of her mother's death and her father's disgust within herself. Wouldn't it be wonderful it those wounds could be healed? Was it possible they could heal each other? |
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D.J. leaned forward and pressed her lips to the fevered skin of Christian's palm. She raised her head, then her gaze. "All better?" she whispered. |
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He stared at her mouth, a hungry look upon his face. D.J. licked her lips. A harsh intake of his breath became her reward. He took a step closer, and she raised her mouth toward his. |
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The kiss began softly, a tentative meeting of two lonely souls. The caress deepened into much more. |
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D.J. dropped Christian's hand and attempted to wrap her arms about his neck. The slash of pain from her shoulder made her moan into his mouth, and her hands lowered to rest on his waist. |
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Christian's lips left hers, trailing a path of kisses across her jaw until he reached her ear. He took the sensitive lobe between his teeth and sucked. D.J.'s fingers clenched into the firm flesh of his stomach. |
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Christian groaned, the passionate sound arousing D.J. even further. Why did this man's slightest touch make her want him more than she'd ever |
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