“I want you to know my name.” He said. “The name i was given, not the title I took for myself. Will you have it, Elodie?”
“Will you say it?” He asked. I hesitated, feeling danger crowd in on me. “Astor.” I whispered. His grin faded, and his red eyes seemed to flicker. “Again.” He said. “Astor.” He leaned in. I felt his breath against my neck. Then the press of his mouth against my skin, just a bove the collar. Almost a sigh.
“Let me,” he murmured against my throat. His heel hooked around my leg, bringing me closer. I felt the heat of his tongue, the flex of hard muscle beneath bare skin as he guided my hands around his waist. … “Let me.”
OKAY BUT TELL ME THIS IS NOT SOME SERIOUS LIKE FUCKING LORD DEATH/AU GOT STUFF GOING ON HERE LIKE PLZ HAVE AS STRONG A REACTION AS I AM HAVING BECAUSE DAMN.
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