[As his voice lowers into that deep, low husky murmur, he flips her onto her back as he gazes down at her, that familiar impassioned heat flickering in his eyes.]
...But you have to do the same for me.
[And with the way he looks at her, how while one hand still holds onto hers the other has pulled up her leg, it's clear he's going to help her with that. Of course, he's also going to hinder it at first as it's now his turn to capture her mouth, as if continuing that fiery kiss she started. Of course, that's not the only part of her he'll be capturing, unable to hold back the throb and burst of emotion that's become so overwhelming that he needs to release it all.
Over and over again until they're both satisfied—if they can ever be truly satisfied.
It's as if he once again needs to show her the depths of his love, of how far he's truly fallen for her. Sweet, dark whispers filled with promises and vows mixed in with the harried and desperate moans and cries of need of assurance and want. To meet their demands and to let her make hers, let her take as much as she wants for he will give her that much and more. And once again he'll make her aware of how deeply tied they are to each other, that he truly will not ever let her go—just as he knows she will not let go of him.
At this point, it doesn't matter what they call the stage of their relationship. Dating, engaged, married—they're together. Mates for life.
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flamekthunder) wrote2025-04-07 09:12 pm
someone please contain these two we give up
[As his voice lowers into that deep, low husky murmur, he flips her onto her back as he gazes down at her, that familiar impassioned heat flickering in his eyes.]
...But you have to do the same for me.
[And with the way he looks at her, how while one hand still holds onto hers the other has pulled up her leg, it's clear he's going to help her with that. Of course, he's also going to hinder it at first as it's now his turn to capture her mouth, as if continuing that fiery kiss she started. Of course, that's not the only part of her he'll be capturing, unable to hold back the throb and burst of emotion that's become so overwhelming that he needs to release it all.
Over and over again until they're both satisfied—if they can ever be truly satisfied.
It's as if he once again needs to show her the depths of his love, of how far he's truly fallen for her. Sweet, dark whispers filled with promises and vows mixed in with the harried and desperate moans and cries of need of assurance and want. To meet their demands and to let her make hers, let her take as much as she wants for he will give her that much and more. And once again he'll make her aware of how deeply tied they are to each other, that he truly will not ever let her go—just as he knows she will not let go of him.
At this point, it doesn't matter what they call the stage of their relationship. Dating, engaged, married—they're together. Mates for life.
No matter how long or short that life will be.]