Kansas had never imagined it possible for there to be a love as complete as theirs. He'd been taught that the stories he read in his beloved books were rarely true for real life. True love was simply a fabrication made by its wishful authors. But now he knew that the impression put upon him was false. He had found her, the one who made him whole. Love wasn't perfect, but it was full and unconditional, and it lasted forever. He was sure that this was what he shared with Savina. It was real, not just the stuff of fairy tales. He loved feeling it in the way they touched one another, as they were doing now.
He liked the feel of her slender fingers gripping his dark hair, the electricity of her skin on his still surprising to him. The way he touched Savina was always tender; perhaps a little ragged because of the driving desire he felt for her, but he was forever gentle. He didn't want her to feel like he was taking advantage of her love for him. And a thing as pretty as she was deserved to be touched only sweetly. He loved the sound of her soft, breathless voice as she called him her "knight;" he couldn't think of a more perfect thing for her to say. She always had the right responses, somehow. Kansas felt the rhythm of her hips against his, and he slowed down a moment, one hand moving to touch her breast and the other tangling in the tendrils of her hair. He emitted soft groans here and there; it felt better and better as the minutes passed. He wanted to make this last as long as possible for her, while at the same time he was drawing closer to his climax.
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