Her whole body ached; she ached, as if there were a terrible, hollow emptiness inside her. She was more conscious of Will than she had ever been of anything or anyone else in her life, of the faint shine of blue beneath his half closed lids, of the shadow of stubble across his jaw where he hadn’t shaved, of faint white scars that dotted the skin of his shoulders and throat - and more than anything else, of his mouth, the crescent shape of it, the slight dent in the center of his bottom lip.
When he leaned towards her and brushed his lips across hers, she reached for him as if she might otherwise drown.
For a moment, their mouths pressed hotly together, Will’s freehand tangling in her hair. Tessa gasped when his arms went around her, her skirts snagging on the floor as he pulled her hard against him. She put her hands lightly around his neck; his skin was burning hot to touch. Through the thin, wet material of his shirt, she could feel the muscles of his shoulders, hard and smooth. His fingers found her jewelled hair clasp and pulled at it, and her hair spilled down around her shoulders.’
The Taste of Holy water and blood by ~x-Radar-x