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

Silvano Sadira · 01-19-2012, 11:57 PM

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Breathing in her scent in shuddering, ragged intakes of air, Silvano could hardly repress the natural instincts he felt. They were overwhelmingly powerful, especially when he had Giselle before him. How could he resist any of it? Before, he had had no idea about the magnitude of such emotions, even if he had read such things in some of the hidden books in the library as well as some strange ones he had found in the city so long ago. Silvano had little to no idea of what those people felt, other than the mild desires he had felt for Giselle before their relationship blossomed like a golden flower in the morning light. But those had been little more than longing to feel her against him, beside him, and to know her properly. This was an entirely different emotion. There was more animal than intelligence in these feelings running through his blood like a lustful wild fire.

Delicately, he slid his slim fingers down her belly, fingers skilled at deftly turning the pages of a book and equally calloused from work with his growing colt. That horse was nearing a year and the work required to train him grew in leaps and bounds. The roughness of his hands were natural as a part of it, though now he took his time to carefully measure the pressure of his hands and fingers. He did not want to harm and bruise his delicate golden flower. She would not wilt under his ministrations. Hopefully. Silvano was still a novice and he could hardly pretend he was experienced in such things. The most the Sadira could hope for was that they would both bumble through it now and, in the future, it would go smoother later. Surely, there was nothing unpleasant about this sort of thing. His parents had two litters, which meant two rounds of - no, that was far more than the man wanted to think about, especially regarding his parents and such an act. No child ever wants to imagine their parents behaving so. Silvano was one of those, and he did not want to even think about it. But this, this act, the woman before him kept his mind focused and his goal perversely before him.

"If you want me to stop, please tell me, Giselle," he said gently, letting his hands caress her sides in a reassuring manner. His brows were furrowed, his look supporting his claim with even more reassurance. She was his flower, precious. Harming her would kill him. Sucking in breath as though submerging into a clear pool of water, Silvano slipped his hand over the mound between her legs and felt the warmth radiating from there. Something almost like a whining moan escaped his throat as he felt the pressure against his groin increase. He let a single finger apply more pressure in an attempt to comb the hidden place, knowing it was entirely within his right to do so. He glanced up at her for the expression on her pretty face, wishing he could release the desire within himself. No. It had to be slow, for both their sakes.

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