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

Silvano Sadira · 01-02-2012, 12:47 AM

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His heart was in his ears and his heart thundered in his chest. Giselle's pose was of self defense but the man ignored it, knowing there was no fear in her body nor was there any malice in his. Her hand snaked to his chest, which was only partially exposed beneath the plain shirt he had chosen to wear for his love's so sought after ceremony. It felt strange, as he usually avoided wearing shirts. Pants were alright with him and he had grown accustomed to them by then. But god, how he wanted to be rid of it all and her to shed her dress. He had never seen her without a gown or anything adorning her body. It was his privilege, wasn't it? He wanted to see what she hid because there ought not be any secrets between the two of them. That was what closeness and matehood was all about, wasn't it? He wanted to know all about her, and all of her while he was at it. She may not understand yet, but he wanted to teach her.

His muttered words, huskily spoken, were not comprehended still. He was flustered and frustrated but there was nothing he could do about it now. Giselle's words were like pouring oil onto a fire and the demon inside raged against his caging. She wanted to know, to understand. And he was rearing to oblige her request. That monster wanted to do it now, immediately, and feel the warmth of her body fully. But Giselle was not a common tramp, some hussy who spread her legs for anyone with the right payment or for the fun of it. Silvano would have to be delicate with her, tender and slow. It was all about making sure she did not hate it, especially if he wanted to do it again after the act. He was likely to want more, but would Giselle understand any of it before they finished? Hopefully she would. If she wanted pups they would have to try at least once, and that was all that mattered.

Breathing heavily, the man sat up on his knees as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. It took some fenagaling to get it off, but it soon slipped off his broad shoulders and fell in a cascade to the floor. He leaned back onto his arms, pressing gentle nibbles to her neck, his breath hot against her. Silvano was trying his hardest to be delicate and tender, but he needed her. She was his mate, and he could feel complete beside her. But his desires were raging. A hand lifted to caress her neck as he nibbled down to her collarbones. The straps were in his way, and he slipped a hooked finger under one. Lightly, Silvano nuzzled his mate, trying to be reassuring as he slipped it off her shoulder as far as he could. Then he leaned back again, apologetic look back on his features. "Please, Giselle," he began, lightly tugging on the hem of her gown, "Please, can take this off and let me see?"

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