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        As he stopped the both of them from touching one another he saw the look on her face and could tell that she was not pleased about the cessation. He could only grin down at her though. He would offer her no verbal answer because very soon his actions would speak louder than words. Besides, if the thought hadn’t crossed her mind already then who was he to ruin the surprise? By this time all of his worries and hesitations were gone, burnt off by the heat that scorched them both. All the mattered now was a (sober) consummation of their bond, no matter how short it may last. He liked to hope that it would last a good while, but seeing how close they both were to the peak such a thought was merely more than a whisper of a wish. Their bodies were both prepped to plunge over the edge and while they had held it off during the foreplay it would be much more difficult to do so now.


        It was so much more than it had been the first time. Every feeling was magnified to the point that it almost hurt. But there was easily more pleasure than pain. A growl rumbled deep in his chest as her teeth found his collarbone and nibbled at him as he was at her ear. His tongue snaked out and licked her velveteen aural. As her hips moved up against him he moaned, feeling himself plunged ever so slightly deeper into her. “God Princess…” he panted. One of his hands moved down her side to her hip to hold her and then he pulled himself out before pushing back in. Haven couldn’t even describe the feeling aside from he wanted, no, needed more of it and faster. Throwing his restraint to the wind he pumped into her body at a fast pace, his muscles tensing as he could feel the peak coming closer and closer. He was drowning in her and he didn’t want anyone to ever try and save him.

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