quivering lip

She had roused at the first shudder, as Jeff succumbed in an instant to his fear. Kathy had kissed his cheek instinctively, rising up to shield him from the vision, to diminish the expanse of darkness with a pale beauty in the shadows, kissing his brow, kissing his quivering lip. Kathy touched him knowingly and at once Jeff forgot the void of space and found assurance in her smooth caress. He kissed her, rose above her, took her.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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