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#Saeta

I am the man whose life and soul are in torment.

A wolf has no mercy.

like a well—fitted collar, while his hips worked to fulfill that want of hers —— grinding into every rougher stroke, only quickening at each one.

there was a sort of thrill the way her lashes would flutter despite the attempt to lock eyes, & with the words to spur him further ... it was kindling to an ever burning hearth. ❛ that's right, princess ... tell me all that you want. ❜

the grip at her throat tightened slight 》

the cue of his name called only prompts him to plunge into that same spot, again & again —— until it becomes ceaseless ... the mutual pleasure letting groans of his own escape.

half—lid eyes linger toward her own with each word spoken husk in the brushing of mouths, ❛ I thought it obvious —– ❜ a harder thrust now, as if to emphasize a point —— with words to go along that little quip of hers. ❛ it looks as though I haven't spoiled you enough —— ❜ 》

❛ don't I always, my princess ... ❜ that pulse of hers is caressed beneath the callous of his thumb, as another kiss presses against her moaning mouth —— swallowing all the sounds with it.

& thrust after thrust, he deepens with an ease —— feeling the supple of her skin with each impact of his hips.

the other hand guides the length of him against her entry, sliding only slight within to start.

at leisure, his mouth glides upward her skin to eventually meet her lips —— gently grasping at her throat while, ❛ even for you, huh ... ❜ speaks low before a breath of laughter, then a slow —— lingering kiss aft.

❛ this view of you is just as alluring ... I wanted to enjoy it —— ❜ 》

those beautiful silven locks part by the tips of his fingers, allowing his knuckles to brush at the exposed skin with open—mouthed kisses soon following. ❛ good girl .. ❜

gradually, his hips begin to press unto her rear, mounting from behind —— with the shaft of him rubbing just between her thighs.

since close never seemed close enough ... ❛ will you lay on your stomach for me, beloved —— ❜

❛ always mine ... ❜ there is nary a reason to abstain, then —— she is all his; that ever alluring body, that loving tolerant heart, that mischievous little soul, he would indulge in it all —— in her.

now slowly descending, he kisses her lips —— he wanted as much & more ... 》

❛ mn ... that, and I wanted to mark what was mine. ❜ a smirk bares teeth & fang to a single corner of his lips whilst a hand slithers past the supple of her chest, hooking its forefinger at the chain of her locket.

❛ shall I devour you again, dear ... or have you endured all you could tonight —— ❜

❛ especially with how delicious you look ... ❜ both his hands wander up the soft of her skin, savoring the feel of every ilm beneath it.

a gentle nuzzle against the crook of her nape, kissing over a mark he's left prior with a light laughter against the skin there. ❛ when it comes to you —— how could I be ... ❜

leaning back, he slowly lowers her legs to a more comfortable position —— scanning over her body with a grunt. 》

❛ mn .. my beloved wife ... ❜

along the tighten around him as if to wring, his hips still buck —— making certain that every bit keeps within that depth of her. all is done with a low growl from the inner of his throat —— unable to contain the bliss of it.

another kiss with a drag of lips to lips —— humming. 》

& with the lower of his body fully withdrawing, he plunges to the hilt of him —— releasing deep within those walls, lowly groaning out her name. ❛ augh ... saeta ... ❜

❛ ... I am too —— ❜ half lid eyes lock to her own before the little distance between closes for lips to press —— the kiss is awfully tender, a contrast to the way his hips are less innocent, grinding against her own —— more rapid .. more rough.

❛ i'm .. coming —— ❜ 》

with an impact skin to skin.

almost as if his hips had a mind of their own, they had moved without ceasing —— aiming toward that sweetened place deep within.

despite how steady he'd move, it was dizzying —— all that built within had yearned to burst. ❛ saeta ... I can't hold back anymore ... ❜ with a slight shift, he holds her legs up by his forearms to better bury into every plunge —— hastening, & more rough until it becomes audible 》

tasting you, hearing you —— feeling you. ❜ breathes, while his thumb presses at her lower stomach, where his thrusts begin to heighten beneath it.

simply bearing the title as hers —— with the affirmation that she is utterly all his ... ❛ that's right... ❜ the kisses on her lips only grew more hungry, & his hips along them.

soon, feeling the scrape of her nails evokes a low groan between mouths, ❛ i've missed being one with you ... 》

❛ I missed this with you .. being all yours —— ❜ another kiss to her lips, ❛ with you to me, and me alone. ❜

drawn even closer to her now, pressing completely with a melding of their bodies. & those calloused hands take to the soft of her hips, pulling them lightly into each deepened thrust he makes inside of her.

midway growling through the sensation of her touching at a mark she's made, 》

yet steady, still wanting to keep to this relishing slow. the pleasure all but building.

over that murmuring mouth, his own had drifted, ❛ I love you, my wife ... ❜ syllables brush lip to lip, one by one, until pressing fully into a kiss —— soft, prolonging ... not leaving only one, but many in its wake.

& the affectionate words only spurs the movement of his hips, jagged —— 》

caressing curves, tracing her hipline —— while he digs hip to hip, the pace remaining unhurried.

gentle, was a kiss placed upon her nose —— with a tender grin to see her eyes soon shut. the slowness felt needed ... after all the surrounding company, he wanted to savor every bit of her in this little world of theirs.

& he does; letting his hand wander to planes of her supple skin, 》