06-03-2009, 04:58 PM
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He made her forget, each touch inducing nothing but pleasure. The intensity of the flame that he had invoked within her was burning—she had forgotten the power of such a thing, how irresistible, how consuming it was. It was like something new, something completely different, just as she had experienced upon the first time she had lain with a man willingly. That quiet apprehension that had plagued her, that had made her especially tentative around males, fell away. The fear and rough nature that had been shown her by her father that year ago was forgotten, relinquished. The dysphonic nature of those memories long ago imprinted on her mind were brushed away by this male, by his mere touch, by his love. She breathed in his scent, so unique and delighting, and it cleared her mind. She felt renewed, rekindled, as if in some way she had been reborn. And it made her feel strong enough to do anything, to be who she was and do what must be done.
The soft shudder that greeted her as she licked that wound delighted her as much as his touch did. The scars that were met by his hands burned with such an intensity that it felt cool. And he made such dichotomies explode upon her skin, making her heart beat swifter for him. Soft sighs and gasps were given in response to those touches. Her hands brushed through his fur, her claws brushing softly against his skin, as if the subtle pleasures he gave to her were almost unbearably so, uncontainable. She smiled as he moved along her. His tongue against her skin made her breath quiver in her throat, her chest rising and falling with the deep breaths of her quickened heartbeat. Her hands pushed through the fur of his face to gently hold him as he pushed his nose against her chest, that growl moving through her form. Laying her head back upon the bead, the woman gave a soft whine of pleasure, and she realized that he was doing this for her.
He moved down along her, tracing her stomach and hips with soft, gentle kisses. Her eyes half-lidded for that pleasure looked down upon him, watching him as he moved. He kissed her hips, and she looked into those dark eyes and fell in love with him again, and she would again and again, her love for him undying. Her breath stilled as he went to her thighs, and her parted legs relaxed under his touch. A soft moan escaped her as she fell back, feeling him so close to her almost unbearable. The black fae gasped, a soft cry escaping her, a sound of pure delight. The delights of his touch were laced thickly in her voice, her back arching slightly as her hands gripped the sheets beneath her. This was something completely new for the woman, and the fire that burned for him raged within her. Her soft breathing was quick as if the air was not enough. And surely it was not—she needed him. Her mind and her body desired him and only him.
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He made her forget, each touch inducing nothing but pleasure. The intensity of the flame that he had invoked within her was burning—she had forgotten the power of such a thing, how irresistible, how consuming it was. It was like something new, something completely different, just as she had experienced upon the first time she had lain with a man willingly. That quiet apprehension that had plagued her, that had made her especially tentative around males, fell away. The fear and rough nature that had been shown her by her father that year ago was forgotten, relinquished. The dysphonic nature of those memories long ago imprinted on her mind were brushed away by this male, by his mere touch, by his love. She breathed in his scent, so unique and delighting, and it cleared her mind. She felt renewed, rekindled, as if in some way she had been reborn. And it made her feel strong enough to do anything, to be who she was and do what must be done.
The soft shudder that greeted her as she licked that wound delighted her as much as his touch did. The scars that were met by his hands burned with such an intensity that it felt cool. And he made such dichotomies explode upon her skin, making her heart beat swifter for him. Soft sighs and gasps were given in response to those touches. Her hands brushed through his fur, her claws brushing softly against his skin, as if the subtle pleasures he gave to her were almost unbearably so, uncontainable. She smiled as he moved along her. His tongue against her skin made her breath quiver in her throat, her chest rising and falling with the deep breaths of her quickened heartbeat. Her hands pushed through the fur of his face to gently hold him as he pushed his nose against her chest, that growl moving through her form. Laying her head back upon the bead, the woman gave a soft whine of pleasure, and she realized that he was doing this for her.
He moved down along her, tracing her stomach and hips with soft, gentle kisses. Her eyes half-lidded for that pleasure looked down upon him, watching him as he moved. He kissed her hips, and she looked into those dark eyes and fell in love with him again, and she would again and again, her love for him undying. Her breath stilled as he went to her thighs, and her parted legs relaxed under his touch. A soft moan escaped her as she fell back, feeling him so close to her almost unbearable. The black fae gasped, a soft cry escaping her, a sound of pure delight. The delights of his touch were laced thickly in her voice, her back arching slightly as her hands gripped the sheets beneath her. This was something completely new for the woman, and the fire that burned for him raged within her. Her soft breathing was quick as if the air was not enough. And surely it was not—she needed him. Her mind and her body desired him and only him.