Instead of answering, Geralt's mouth gave a moonbeam curve. He stepped toward Nina and pressed his hot mouth against hers. Slowly, gently, sweetly. But the kiss was long and deep, with a hand tangled in her thick, dark hair, the other curled over the edge of the table.
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Date: 2018-05-23 01:51 am (UTC)