I'm Sorry That Your Life Turned Out This Way

There would be no hesitation from him, and could he be blamed? to move with a sense of urgency on the invitation. he hadn't touched another since Eos. He hadn't dared to lay beside another since the burning ache of her departure settled in his chest and left him more raw and rage filled than had ever been necessary. He hadn't truly desired another until the inevitable moment that he was beckoned and that he was invited. She was a beautiful empress, and he couldn't deny that, yet it was not her beauty and her scars that he was looking at--it was the strength he clung too; despite his words he looked for her strength as much as he offered his own. He could only now fulfill her demands. Nose ran along the side of her neck, and teeth found themself nibblin at her fur and flesh. Each scar that he passed he would lavish with a kiss of his own; despite his eagerness he knew to take his time, he knew to make her feel important, and he knew how to do that. A low resonating vibration would stem from his throat as his arms found their way around her hips and his teeth found their way into the back of her neck--pulling into the skin, and he didn't dare to hurt her, but he did dare to make her realize he wouldn't fail another. Not this time.