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As she gripped his roots, Steele’s tongue rumbled with a chuckle. He always enjoyed when his partners writhed and arched with the simplest movements of his tongue. And it definitely seemed that Blake had taken to his ministrations all too well. As if to answer her demand, Steele closed his eyes and slid his tongue further into her, his lips lovingly pressed into her labia. She wanted him to shut up, after all...
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Renatus froze.
Then within a blink of an eye he was on top of Blake, grabbing her arms and pinning her to the nearest wall. His breath and heartrate, which moments before had been relatively stable despite the admission that had just escaped his mouth, had skyrocketed.
“Careful, Blake.” He spoke, a low growl building at the back of his throat. His gaze was molten, more lava than candlelight. “Lest I take that as permission.”
His fingers moved to the lapels of her jacket, ready to tear it off her form in one fell swoop the moment he got confirmation.
Talk about 0 to 100 in a second.
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“Well, there’s a reason that I came to you with this, after all. The one person that I’m close to that... wouldn’t judge me for it. Who might even understand.” Renatus murmured bashfully. The five o’clock shadow that had taken up residence on his face as of late did little to hide the flush of his cheeks.
Oh, he was very well aware of the audacity of his request. Such a thing... was not something one asked for on a whim. It was usually a long conversation between a close couple, not... whatever they were right now.
Because, make no mistake, this was absolutely far too soon to be making such a request, and yet... And yet, Renatus hadn’t been able to put the idea out of his mind for quite a long time.
“Blake, I know what I want. There’s no joke here, I meant what I said. What I’m asking... It goes beyond any mere favor. Which is why I understand if you turn me down. It’s a big commitment for the both of us. Even if, like I said, you don’t stay... That would still be almost a year of carrying new life into the world.”
Renatus sighed, running his fingers through his ever-lengthening hair. He should really get a hair-cut soon... “I just... I want a kid, Blake. I want to be a father. Need to be. I can feel it in my bones.”
The thick scent of frankincense and Menagerian heated oils rose from the perfumed water with the wisps of steam. A thick layer of effervescent bubbles decorated the surface, lit only by the dim, flickering glow of the nearby beeswax candles — collected on the counters and shelves around the spacious, stone tub. “Feel good, jamala? Or should I make it hotter?” The words filtered quietly over a pale ear, sultry and soft, as strong thumbs massaged flawless porcelain shoulders. (shattered-sinner)
Adrastia moaned in appreciation as those skilled fingers worked their magic. It was so unfair. Her other half knew every trick, every erogenous zone, every way to make her melt into a puddle of pure bliss. But if she were being perfectly honest... Blake could probably do an awful job and Adrastia would still melt into those strong arms of hers. The act of being cared for, of being worshiped... That was more than enough all on its own.
But, of course, this was Blake Belladonna, and thus she was a master at her craft.
“Warmer...” The former revolutionary shuddered, nearly sinking under those relaxing waters. It almost felt like she was floating. “The hotter the better.” She could probably stay in here until she was scalded and turned into a prune. Now wouldn’t that be nice? “Dust... Why don’t I have you do this more often?”
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Cardin couldn’t help the smirk that came across his features, he loved when she played this game with him. It was always entertaining and the way her voice sounded only edged him on even more. His legs spread just a bit to make a better area for her to lay as an eyebrow raised as she asked for a magic word. If she really wanted one.... Who would he be to hold it from her.
A light deep breath came to him, eyes turning into a challenging look that dared her to do anything other than he commanded as he growled out in a tantalizing demand “Now...”
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Cardin let out a small sigh of relaxation when feeling her fingers run through his hair. “Glad you like it...” Damn he needed this. A warm bath, a very beautiful woman massaging his scalp. This was the life. Feeling her chest run up against his scarred back was... Welcomed so to say, more than welcomed and to have such attention to it sort of caught him in a sort of mood...
“A little more forward...” Was he talking about her fingers or her chest? Who knew.