"I could not stray my gaze away from her, splaying her across my lap once I had taken my toll onto the berth, sinking further with her weight belonging on top of me. My mate remained fluently solid, stiffening as I continued to caress the innocence...
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We should meet in another life, We should meet in the air. Me and You
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Composed of oceans, swarming bees stabbed and probed at Vera's insides as her stomach turned with pain, and dismembering uneasiness. Both emotions Vera were accustomed to and yet they revived with an altitude of power, forcing a foreignness of his touch to ignite fire.
Delicacy charades around the pair and it began to suffocate them inside the room, not until Vera had came to the realization that she was still in the Prince's arms. The young woman started to shift around in nervousness. Everywhere his fingers laid it melted her skin into a symphony of love letters and frankly, prickly roses that adorned unforgiving thorns.
A symphonic lullaby that her tongue somehow knew the notes to, created a melody only her heart could play. The pit of her stomach floated above an acid that had risen to the throne of her esophagus, what's more to say than Vera needed to barf. She swayed back and forth while her head felt to be spinning.
Vera gazed with doe like eyes into his mouth that moved like parasails, with lips so pink and soft.
She drifted her inspection towards his beastly eyes, soon she became so transfixed by the pools of red in which; they prohibited her to do unholy acts she could never speak of. The acts she dared to prohibit in the dream real with her unfazed counterpart. She searched for familiarity in his touch but somehow his tenderness didn't respond the way she had hoped; the prince didn't react the way she had prolonged.
Then what?
Vera had to have been raised one thousand feet up from the ground while in his arms, considering his gigantic height. She typically stood at a basic five feet on her own and with her body in the caress of his strength? Every guess she could've made would have been rejected. Possibly not even close.
Plus the other guy who she figured out to be, Hector weren't any shorter. He stood just directly under Alexander's nose, and his eyes didn't stray from her gaze. He kept his speculation on her like a hawk entirely, until Alexander gave him one glance and suddenly his eyes were diverted to the floor.
Hector ran his hands threw his wavy blonde hair that fell over his face as he looked down, in contrast to Alexander's dark brown jagged edge that splayed over his forehead. Basically, Hector was your modern golden Tarzan and looked like he belonged in a jungle.
With an ashy bronze skin tone to match.
Alexander looked to be the king of that jungle; or your modern day Hercules on... steroids.
Wiggling her way out of his grasp, Alexander doesn't seem to lessen his iron grip around Vera's waist but instead he doesn't release her until after she lets out a desperate squeal. His eyebrows darted unpleasantly at his female, while simultaneously squeezing her waist tighter.
