[m] they can have the world, we'll create our own

Silvano Sadira · 01-01-2012, 11:23 PM

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Silvano flushed hot at her words, feeling her fingers tracing along her body. She did not understand. She did not understand at all. Did she have absolutely no knowledge of how these things worked, nor did she truly understand what his touches meant to him and what it should mean to her. She thought them simply touches of endearments. Silvano touched her for that and more. He cared about her but he wanted something only she could provide him now. But she had no idea what it was nor did she feel the tension emanating from him. His stomach was bubbling with angry desire, and his heart thudded in his ears as he struggled hard to fight the feelings. He wanted to just let his hands roam. But she was so pure, too pure. She did not understand how much he had wanted her and how much his body just longed to feel hers the way nature intended.

It was meant to be, she said. It was meant to be. His skin prickled at the thoughts running through his head. It was becoming unbearable as he longed to growl and remove her delicate gown and feel her form fully. But it was terrifying for him, especially when she had no idea what was going and what it was he wanted. How did she not know? Why did no one ever tell her what she was supposed to do? What they were supposed to do? Did she truly think that pups appeared magically in the parent's arms one day without any lick of effort? She did not know. She could not have known. She would have known what he was insinuating and what she would need to do. Child birth was painful and she had no idea. Silvano wanted to protect Giselle from such things, but she would have to learn and fast. It was a dangerous world and he could not keep her safe all the time. She had to know. If she wanted children, she would learn.

Silvano growled into her chest in his absolute frustration. His hands shook against her back as his limits were reached and he was struggling from his instincts raging through his blood. "You don't understand," he muttered, voice terribly low and rough. Her scent filled his head and blinded him, emerald eyes shut as Silvano's head pressed against her neck. "I love you so much. But you don't understand." He pulled himself away from her. In a rush of movements, she was on her back on the bed, hair curling around her head like a halo. He was over her, supported by his arms on either side of her. A finger played with a lock of hair near his hand, and the man looked at Giselle with a look of apology. "You don't know." Then leaning in, he kissed her before putting his lips to her ear and muttering what it was men and women did together. "They join together, Giselle. Physically..," he muttered, a hand curling down her clothed stomach even though he was painfully embarrassed.

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