He leaned closer, his mouth a breath from hers, his hand gliding down her smooth throat to settle over her silent, unbeating heart.
“Come back,” he murmured against her mouth.
Some part of him noted the irony of his actions.
Death’s kiss never restored a life, yet as he pressed his lips to hers, his senses awoke and ricocheted throughout him. He felt a jolt go through her body, racing like lightning across a stormy sky, a current that stretched from his touch to her absent soul.
Triumph welled up inside him as he felt her heart stutter and thump beneath his fingers. He stole her first shivering breath and replaced it with his own.
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