[ as ever he is at her mercy, especially tonight, when his heart aches and he wants nothing more than to please her, to give her anything and everything she wants. so when she lifts his hand to her breast he is happy to oblige. the fabric of her tunic is so thin that he can feel the shape of her full breast so easily, the heat of her skin, the pressure of her body bearing down against his.
it's warm and wonderful and perfect. ]
Anything you want..
[ he murmurs against her mouth, while his free hand dips carefully beneath the hem of her tunic, his fingertips brushing the skin of her belly, slowly and gently, as if seeking permission. ]
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it's warm and wonderful and perfect. ]
Anything you want..
[ he murmurs against her mouth, while his free hand dips carefully beneath the hem of her tunic, his fingertips brushing the skin of her belly, slowly and gently, as if seeking permission. ]
Is this..?
[ .. alright? ]