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To him the most important thing was making sure that she was happy and was not feeling pressured by him at all. He didn't care if it would be uncomfortable to him for them to stop, he wouldn't ever force her to do anything. Even if she hadn't had a bad image of him, he needed her to see that he was a good guy and not what her brother feared that he was. He understood that protectiveness, he had it for his own sister, and that's why he hadn't been upset with Ares for the way he had reacted. If their situations had been switched he would have reacted in the exact same way. He didn't think girls were weak, not at all, but they were more vulnerable in these situations. Haven wanted Princess to know that she could trust him and that he wasn't acting out of any selfish desires.
Bi-colored ears cupped forward attentively to catch her answer and it was impossible for him to not feel excited over it. His nerves tingled as her mouth teased his ear; he was putty in her hands. His nose brushed against her collarbone and then his teeth delicately nibbled on the protruding bone, his fingers pressing against her back. The word "please" was a cue to him and one arm moved to cradle her rear and the other held her at her upper back. With a surge of strength he stood up and lifted Princess along with him. Slowly his feet carried them into his room. This was where he wanted to be for this, not in the living room but in his room, on his bed. This was where she deserved to be for such an act.
Carefully he brought himself to be kneeling on the end of the bed and from there he laid her down on her back as he hovered over her. He spent a moment smiling down at her and then his lips went to her neck again, kissing and licking the tender skin. The arm that had been holding her up moved to her leg and ran up the outside of her thigh to her hip, moving part of her dress aside in the process. "I'll do whatever you want me to," he whispered to her in a husky voice.
To him the most important thing was making sure that she was happy and was not feeling pressured by him at all. He didn't care if it would be uncomfortable to him for them to stop, he wouldn't ever force her to do anything. Even if she hadn't had a bad image of him, he needed her to see that he was a good guy and not what her brother feared that he was. He understood that protectiveness, he had it for his own sister, and that's why he hadn't been upset with Ares for the way he had reacted. If their situations had been switched he would have reacted in the exact same way. He didn't think girls were weak, not at all, but they were more vulnerable in these situations. Haven wanted Princess to know that she could trust him and that he wasn't acting out of any selfish desires.
Bi-colored ears cupped forward attentively to catch her answer and it was impossible for him to not feel excited over it. His nerves tingled as her mouth teased his ear; he was putty in her hands. His nose brushed against her collarbone and then his teeth delicately nibbled on the protruding bone, his fingers pressing against her back. The word "please" was a cue to him and one arm moved to cradle her rear and the other held her at her upper back. With a surge of strength he stood up and lifted Princess along with him. Slowly his feet carried them into his room. This was where he wanted to be for this, not in the living room but in his room, on his bed. This was where she deserved to be for such an act.
Carefully he brought himself to be kneeling on the end of the bed and from there he laid her down on her back as he hovered over her. He spent a moment smiling down at her and then his lips went to her neck again, kissing and licking the tender skin. The arm that had been holding her up moved to her leg and ran up the outside of her thigh to her hip, moving part of her dress aside in the process. "I'll do whatever you want me to," he whispered to her in a husky voice.