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There is a certain way about how Lilia kisses you.
The way he slots his lips against yours, taking your breath away yet filling your bones with life unlike any other.
The way his fangs would tug on your lip, drinking in every hum and moan you made, just for him, sending your heart pounding and your head reeling, really, it's maddening, delightful and intoxicating.
How it sometimes turns from soft and unhurried to hungry, greedy and rushed, and the way it made your cheeks burn and your body flushed.
The way his hand cups the back of your neck, how the gloss from his polished nail feels when he accidentally brushes one against the nape of your neck.
The way he lets his other hand run wild while one hand cups your cheek, either slow and gentle or rough and quick, that left you shuddering and wondering if there would be something more to come.
The way he leaves marks, sometimes hickeys and sometimes little marks from his bites, from when he had drawled his teeth along your skin or sank into it, accidentally or intentionally, how your neck, collarbone and any other place he laid his lips and teeth on would be so pink in the first few days, that stays on for days sometimes you wonder if they are stained, tattooed on you. A thought you found to be exhilirating, a thought you didn't mind even if it'd be a pain to cover it up, you don't mind it lingering, even for a lifetime.
The way he nips at your jaw, dragging soft kisses along your cheek to your chin, playfully biting it, and sometimes even on the nose. Aggressive affection, a show of endearment, he says with a teasing smile.
The way his hair is ruffled, those slanted bangs of his messy and tousled after he parts from you, looking so uncharacteristically disheveled, it just added to his attractiveness right there.
And the way he looks at you after every kiss, be it after a half an hour make-out session or more, or a quick peck - a soft press of his lips against your lips, your cheek, your forehead, your head - how his eyes are bright with joy and mischief, sometimes a smug twinkle glinting in his eyes, that cheeky little bat fae, but always, always, with an inexplicable amount of fondness in his gaze, that made you feel so special, that you swear, he would be the bane of your existence.
