KISSES. Kisses were a long-forgotten concept to Ambrose. A long-forgotten comfort. He’d kissed women before, in his mortal life, but in his immortal one he had lost the taste for it. Something about his state of constant misery and guilt had put it out of his mind for good - or so he thought.
The sudden kiss drew a surprised whimper from him, before he clutched her face and returned her kiss with a fire of his own. Oh, how sweet it felt to be wanted by someone again, to feel the comfort of their shared emotions. When he broke the kiss, he still lingered close, forehead pressed to hers as he took the moment to savour just how good it all felt. “Sweet, dear Sally…”
A single bite was given to Ambrose’s bottom lip, inviting yet so sweet at the same time; she had to give him something that would drive him head over heels for her and make him want to come back for more. But at least he didn’t go too far away from her reach, Sally couldn’t have chased after him if he left… one thing she knew for sure, neither one of her legs would have been able to support her body’s own weight if she as much as tried getting up.
Over and over again the man’s bearded cheeks were kissed, the tip of his nose too as she pushed harder against his forehead. He was happy, Sally could tell… and it was all because of her, the fabricated killer inside him had been tamed. “Say you love me, baby. I know you do, there’s no hiding it from me —— you’re shaking and I can feel it.” A cold hand found its way under his shirt, Ambrose’s skin serving as her personal heater she wouldn’t have traded for all the blankets in the world.