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Basch fon Ronsenburg ([personal profile] bardische) wrote in [personal profile] cartographie 2024-09-25 12:06 am (UTC)

[ He's seen her so many ways, but this -- softly lost in bliss, affection warm on her features, trust -- it's all he can do to give her all he has, a driving need to both serve and protect, nothing feeling quite enough, and yet entirely certain that she's pleased with him just as he is.

Their lips meat again and he feels at peace, lost in how their bodies come together, the divine feeling of her weight against him, the heady sound of their movements and how much she wants this. She digs nails into his skin, rocks against him so that her velvety, warm folds envelope him in ways that feel entirely new and unbelievable. He has to brace himself, keep balanced to support them both, and it only makes him more breathless, more warm and pleased.
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You have all of me [ he promises, shifting her so he can rock more intently, chasing a slow but steady high for both of them, wanting to savor her as much as he wants them both to erupt in bliss. ] You have my affection, and my trust, and my deepest thanks. [ He kisses her again, tender before nipping at her lip, one of his hands starting to swirl at her nipple as his hips pick up on their own, chasing the fluttering warmth of release to come as they're fanned by the tightening of her walls. ] And my cock, however you want it.

[ He dips his head, kissing down her jaw, sucking hard at her neck as he moans into more pointed thrusts, using the wall of the cabin behind her to drive himself deeper and hold them both steady, cool sea air biting at exposed skin, mixing with the smell of both of them together, and he moans, not sure he's ever been more attracted to someone. He's not even aware of how he says her name between kisses, reverent and loving. ]

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