[ Her fervor is all the conviction he needs. To allow himself to get lost in it, pulled deeper into her. Justified now in his wanting.
It solidifies the reckless propositions he'd uttered on a stony floor. Ones so swiftly rejected in his audacity. Even though he'd been denied them once, he would find some way now. Create a perfect storm in which his brother cannot tell him no again. No one else was worthy of her. For all the positing of seeking her own freedoms beyond the confines of an ill-fitted suitor. For how easily it might have been to be the one she comes to outside of a marital bed. He wanted it to be him.
He'd not meant to stay, or maybe he'd at least not considered it before he'd arrived. Now finding it difficult not to let it get carried away. Feeling the press of her against his chest and absorbing in all her heat. He may have the physical advantage, but she is no less demanding to make up for her stature. A breathless laugh creeps out of him as he tips back to let her mouth chase his and captures it again. Teeth bearing down on her bottom lip, testing. Tasting. Teasing. Not concerned with being too careful. She's proven more than once how they're cut from the same cloth. Able to take as much she's willing to give. It shows in the way she moves now emboldened with newfound confidence.
The desire for more of it demands the release of his hands cradling her head. Fingertips swooping back over the softness of her gown to scoop her at the waist and draw her up against him. Give her a bit of ease in the craning of both their necks. Ambling not yet towards the direction of the bed, but considering it. He'd already been condemned for actions he'd yet taken. What should stop him from taking them now? ]
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It solidifies the reckless propositions he'd uttered on a stony floor. Ones so swiftly rejected in his audacity. Even though he'd been denied them once, he would find some way now. Create a perfect storm in which his brother cannot tell him no again. No one else was worthy of her. For all the positing of seeking her own freedoms beyond the confines of an ill-fitted suitor. For how easily it might have been to be the one she comes to outside of a marital bed. He wanted it to be him.
He'd not meant to stay, or maybe he'd at least not considered it before he'd arrived. Now finding it difficult not to let it get carried away. Feeling the press of her against his chest and absorbing in all her heat. He may have the physical advantage, but she is no less demanding to make up for her stature. A breathless laugh creeps out of him as he tips back to let her mouth chase his and captures it again. Teeth bearing down on her bottom lip, testing. Tasting. Teasing. Not concerned with being too careful. She's proven more than once how they're cut from the same cloth. Able to take as much she's willing to give. It shows in the way she moves now emboldened with newfound confidence.
The desire for more of it demands the release of his hands cradling her head. Fingertips swooping back over the softness of her gown to scoop her at the waist and draw her up against him. Give her a bit of ease in the craning of both their necks. Ambling not yet towards the direction of the bed, but considering it. He'd already been condemned for actions he'd yet taken. What should stop him from taking them now? ]