live & love & don't let go
07-10-2013, 06:08 PM
He was on fire ? quite literally, for every touch she graced upon him felt like a flickering flame burning and searing at his skin. He ached for her, in every sense of the word, desiring to give her everything he had ? and rather selfishly, to take everything she had for him. It was natural, he assumed, for them to feel this way ? and yet there was some part of it he felt that no one else could possibly have experienced before. This raw, carnal desire was something only they could share, something only they knew. His bodice craved every inch of her, though he knew it was quite impossible for them to touch every part of their bodies together at once. If it were possible, he was quite sure he would make it happen. It was all new, and all so incredibly and overwhelmingly exciting. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, hear it drumming in his ears. Blood pumped through his veins, circulating and bringing his body to a feeling of euphoria he?d never known before. It was something akin to the desire they?d had when they?d first met and stole a kiss or two, but it was magnified and intensified by the millions ? or so it seemed. His teeth moved rhythmically, wantonly across every inch of her ear, sweeping over the top of her head and toward the other unstained audit. Soft groans of lust slipped from his lips, but he dare not try to silence them. Somehow he knew - though he was very new at this - things would happen by instinct. A smile slipped across his lips, a devilish one not unlike those she?d seen before. ?Yes you are,? he teased with a certain bravado in his tone. ?I have the most beautiful bride?? he crooned in her ear. Magic was in the air. He pivoted, bringing his frame reluctantly from hers, and focusing his gentle nibbles and nips down her neck and onto her shoulders. His body, instinctively, was urging him on. He felt her nose against his neck, her fangs raking across his skin teasingly, tantalizingly. A soft, nearly inaudible moan slipped from his lips. Oh she was good at this. He reeled his muzzle back to her ear momentarily, offering a rather seductively laced line. ?Tonight, you are mine.? Possessiveness came out when he cared deeply for someone. He?d shown it time after time with his sister, but this was far different. She was his by marriage, but tonight she would be his in every possible way that could be imagined. Tonight their flesh would join and the two would become one. He inched away from her then, dancing on silent paws as the moonlight shone down on them. Great fiery legs carried him instinctively until he was positioned behind her, his jaws once more nipping at her flesh ? this time a bit more roughly. He would never hurt her, never even dream of it ? but he wanted her so badly it nearly hurt. He rose up like a stallion, bringing his weight gently, slowly onto her pelvis. She would need time to adjust, and so he gave it to her ? not moving or wavering where he was. Only his head shifted, craning forward so his muzzle was near her ear again. ?Are you ready, love?? It came as the faintest of whispers. His body quivered with anticipation and desire, but he held firm. As much as his mind and lust urged him forward he would restrain himself for a moment more until he was sure she was ready. "speeeeech" |