AN: Ciel is not a child in this story, that would be disturbing. Accepting prompts or suggestions :)
The Stark contrast of his raven hair against the smooth paleness of his skin brought out the redness of his eyes. With one glance, she'd forgotten not to blush. He always made sure to wear his white gloves except for when they were together. His hands while calloused fascinated her with how much pain and pleasure they could bring. With a mere touch and she could feel her ability to breathe weaken. With a kiss, she could forget herself and remember all that was him. The scent that was uniquely his own and the smile he reserved only for her eyes. With a lick she'd forgotten that he was demon and she a miko.