[ most important, because she wanted it, as much as he did for so long. with eyes slight open, he realizes her changing position when a tiny sigh of her name is met with her tongue exploring his lips and next into his mouth. it was their first kiss, and he never imagined in his wildest dreams how such could turn him on so successfully. if her hands explore some more his chest and abs feel different after an intense sword training since back home, his nipples awakened to her touch they become hard and sensitive. the hand that freed hers goes up to cradle the back of her head, fingers laced between her blackest strands.
for this moment, he doesn't care about the shawl until she decides to take it off him, feeling the cool air of the room. he can't stop kissing her, his tongue seeking and meeting hers exhaustively, why would he after craving a kiss from her thinking they would never be intimate again? there's bliss in his kissing with a soft, childish sound at the back of his throat. ]
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for this moment, he doesn't care about the shawl until she decides to take it off him, feeling the cool air of the room. he can't stop kissing her, his tongue seeking and meeting hers exhaustively, why would he after craving a kiss from her thinking they would never be intimate again? there's bliss in his kissing with a soft, childish sound at the back of his throat. ]