[It's without thinking that the kiss softens into something gentle and lingering. In their post-orgasmic glow, everything feels so naturally perfect and Cater finds himself incapable of overthinking it. All his worries about this don't exist, not while Lilia's hands are on him, their lips tangling so sweetly.
What they'd just done, what they were going to do, all of it paled in comparison to this very moment.]
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What they'd just done, what they were going to do, all of it paled in comparison to this very moment.]