Premonitions

something he appreciated about his beloved was her perfect ability to go back to the basics and go back to what they, as a couple, should have been focusing on. He, for one, had a strong, powerful even, pull to her. Even though she had not been the woman he thought he would end up with, she had been the perfect woman for him to end up with. She was caring, the calm to his storm, the softness to his rage, and it worked out well for almost everyone involved. She had known what there was in accepting him as a mate. There was a lot of worry to be involved. Worry that if the wrong person looked at her the wrong way they would end up dead. He had proven, long ago, before they were even together, that he would destroy another's life if it meant offering her protection. For this, he would never betray. He would always fight for her. Always be willing to spill blood.

Her touch, it was perfect, it was warm, and it sent him spinning. His mind was lost, lost in her, in her scent, in her touch. It amused him how small she actually was in comparison to him. How her head came to his shoulder and how he could easily hold her in his warm embrace. Children...it was something she wanted with him, and something he was more than willing to give. She would play, her lithe bodice pivoting and rolling to the earth, her tongue lolling, allowing the wanton lust within' him to fester. Such sweet, sweet, loving looks. Showering her in ardor he waited, waited for her to stand again.

And when she finally did, he would barely waste time, allowing a kiss to drape over her hop before he lifted himself over her, his massive paws pulling themselves above her waste, and his tongue dancing to further kiss the base of her neck. Already elated and quite pleased, he pulled himself towards her, securing his grasp on her hips, and not caring if the entire land of Valhalla were on their way to witness. Drowning in her, he silently hoped they would have what they wanted, for love was something they failed to be bereft of.

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