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

Silvano Sadira · 01-02-2012, 03:15 AM

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imma take off all your clothes 8D

Her shuddering beneath him made his breathing catch and concerned looks flutter over his face. But she did not tell him to stop, a request he would have respected to the utmost. Silvano was not the kind to ignore her wishes, as she was his mate and the love he had not even imagined finding for himself. He respected her and there was nothing but love between them. That was why he knew he had to continue on, even if her body shuddered with hesitation. It was not cold, for they would have a hard time being cold even on a winter's night. They were creatures of snow and winter, and they were not weak to the chill of darkness. Giselle was probably afraid, and Silvano was too. Never before had he had a woman like this, and never had he really truly wanted one like this. There was desire in his belly but there was roaring love in his heart and that made everything okay.

Giselle was confused about his request. He understood, because she did not. She always wore dresses to cover herself, and he loathed wearing more than pants. At least now he could see her the way they were all once. She seemed afraid, but he touched her cheek in reassurance and gave her a smile that mimicked the emotions in his touch. After a moment, she consented with a single word. It was not as excited as he would have hoped for, but she accepted his request. How could he be any less happy?

Silvano shifted to let her sit up enough, moving back off the bed. She watched him with her big blue eyes as his hands reached for the hem of her dress. The man rested his palms on her exposed knees as she moved herself. He gripped the hem delicately but firmly, slowly pulling it up. Inch by inch he exposed his mate's pale body. Emerald eyes watched the hem rise up and over the woman's head, leaving her body open to him. His smile continued to be reassuring as he folded the dress carefully and put it on the seat of his desk chair. "Thank you, sweet," he said softly as he cupped her cheek again.

Gently, he coaxed her back down on the pile of furs, giving her an encouraging kiss, nice and sweet. He rained kisses down her neck, a hand flat on her stomach, touching her delicately. She was like a doll, a porcelain doll not to be broken and treated with reverence. "I love you, Giselle..," he said, tone almost thankful that she would allow him such an honor. She was a princess. His princess.

The hand roamed gently up to her chest as he nibbled at her neck, remembering her reaction before to that action. She had batted his hand away and refused to let him progress further. But now, he had gone beyond anything from then, and she had all the right to refuse him now. For now, he went slow and careful. Besides, all this he knew only from instinct and book. It was new territory for him just as it was for her, but at least he knew what was supposed to happen.

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