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"But did you have to take his head off like that? Wasn't it a bit much?" Love mumbled against his skin as she ran her lips down Ezra's throat and along his collarbone.
"Mmph, it was…just enough." Ezra mumbled back into her long black hair, tracing his hands down her spine.
"Hmm." Love pushed his head to the side gently before roaming her eyes down the flawless expanse of ivory skin at this chest and abdomen, light prodding at the hard muscles beneath his skin.
Ezra squirmed a little, chuckling softly, "But, Love…what on earth are you doing?"
"I'm trying to find a flaw. You're too…perfect, it's unnerving, too much like a vampire." She replied in a disgruntled tone as she lent back and lifted one of his arms, turning it over in front of her eyes to trace the thin line of pale veins running from his wrist to his elbow with her fingertips.