The sudden reaction Giselle had made the man stop suddenly, freezing in his place as though he were suddenly turned to veined marble from a Roman quarry. Her grip on his arm was quick and his body was flexing to keep the same position he was in. Heart hammering in his chest like a mallet on an anvil, Silvano watched his pale princess relax and slip slowly back onto the bed in ease. Eyes closed, she seemed content to let him go about his way even though the man had absolutely no idea what it was he was doing. All he had to go by were books and instincts. Neither one felt remotely reliable to him now, as cocky as he had been before hand. What if something he did hurt her? What if he did something wrong and repulsed her? Then where would he be? He was so afraid, but knew that things would be fine at the same time despite all his worrying.
He moved his fingers the way he thought would illicit a response from the young woman, wondering truly if he was doing anything correctly. Biting his lip slightly, he felt her respond. She kissed him and nibbled at his neck and seemed at peace with this. So she understood. Hopefully. Slipping his fingers away from the woman's warmth, the Sadira felt his hands go to his waist, undoing the buttons in a flash of flesh. With a small level of stumbling, he shuffled off the bed to remove the pair of pants he had worn especially for the ceremony not so long ago. Free of it, he draped it over the back of his chair with a heavy sigh. Hands concealed his waist as he once again sat before Giselle. The freedom he felt was unimaginable, especially since the pressure at his pelvis had been slowly mounting to something so unbearable. But he was embarrassed now, for some reason.
Leaning over the woman, Silvano nipped at her belly again, feeling hungry for Giselle with that rather despicable monster in his belly roaring him on with disgusting satisfaction. Growling lightly at himself, the man slipped his hand back over her warmth with a finger eagerly exploring what he could. Hiding his eyes behind his lids, the Sadira gently touched his mate's stomach with affection. He was unsure how to demonstrate his feelings for his mate, especially when she was so terribly naive.
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