Sweet Love Of Mine

It had been perfect. No, beyond perfection. It was so much more than he could have ever imagined or possibly dreamt of. She had given herself to him and he to her, joining themselves, becoming a single entity for a moment in time. Their marriage was that more beautiful now. She was so much more beautiful. Her body, her soul, her heart?he loved every single, little itsy bitsy piece of her. He now knew her better than he knew himself. He had loved her like he had never loved a woman before and how he would never love a woman again. After their lovemaking, his body still craved more. He craved her touch, her voice calling to him, telling him to love her, and take her and make her his. But they did have to rest as some point, right?


And so after the wee hours of the morning the couple had settled down to sleep, to regain their strength. It had been a few days, nearly a week since their union and he had begun to realize that his wife was beginning to feel rather uneasy. She?d said she wasn?t ill and he couldn?t notice any outward signs that she was, so he trusted her word. That morning the pair had awoken simultaneously, Desdemona saying how she needed to go meet with someone. Demonio was a bit suspicious about her meeting, but he didn?t question. She was a queen now and would always have business to attend to. And so he?d bade her goodbye, a gentle kiss to her nose, watching until her figure disappeared beyond the trees before heading out himself. His stomach rumbled as he moved through the trees, demanding he find some breakfast. Though his wife had told him she wasn?t ill, an uneasy feeling in his stomach told him that maybe she really was, but was just trying to play it off. Worry began to pick at his empty gut as he wandered, idly looking for something to catch for breakfast.


There was a faint smell of hare on the breeze and so the ivory knight tracked it, switching courses without much thought, his paws moving mechanically as he moved closer to the source of the smell. His body switched into hunting mode of its own accord, limbs pulling him lower to the ground, senses alert. It didn?t take him long to bring down the first hare, fast little buggers those things were before he was going after the second hare. This one was a bit harder to get than the first one, but he soon had it struggling between his powerful jaws. Just as he was about to deliver the killing bite, a howl rang out. Desdemona. She was calling out to him. Her voice was so full of joy, as if she had some amazing news to give him. He stopped mid-bite, audits perking with attention as he listened to her song. What was going on? Wasting no time, the alabaster knight severed the spine of the struggling hare, quickly picking up the other before he was galloping back to their den.


His paws pounded powerfully beneath him massive frame, crossing the distance in no time at all. His wife?s angel-like figure came into view as he bounded to her side, coming to a skidding halt, a cloud of dirt raising up behind him in his hurried halt. Ribcage expanded and contracted rapidly as he dropped their breakfast at her feet, muscles quivering with the exertion. Mi Corazon, what?s going on? Is there something wrong? His icy and maroon eyes anxiously searched her face, trying to figure out what it was that she needed to tell him.


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