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She sings! Oh she sings such a low heady song that he cannot help but to allow his eyes to shut in enjoyment. Her song causes a low rumble of pure pleasure to thrum through his body. He likes this very much, this vision singing to him, this song that is for his ears and only his. This thought has his eyes opening to peer about them for but a second, meeting any eyes that dare intrude upon their moment with a glare before settling back onto his auburn streaked blossom, her delicate bodice forever engrained upon his brain as flower. Little flower. Delicate Flower. His. Before he knows it he is hugging her, his tongue delving into the soft tumbles of her ruff. She is divine, her perfume alluring, and yet it is when she giggles that he growls another rumble of pleasure. Everything she does gives him pleasure, there is nothing that she could do that would displease him. Just the mere fact that he amuses her, which is why she is giggling right, brings a twitch of a smile to his lips. Then she parts her petals and breathes her name into existence, labeling the flower that thrives within his heart. Ceal.
”Ceal.”
He no doubtly pronounces it as “seal” yet he feels no need to perfect her name for he will not be calling her that. He would not be among the masses who address his beloved in such formal tones; despite the way his tones seemed to caress each syllable of the name as it left his lips. She is his beloved, he doesn’t understand how or why, but he knows this as surely as he knows the sun is bright.
”Beloved Blossom.”
If her head is still tilted back, he will then press his teeth to the back of her neck, applying just a tad of pressure. He will hold still then, loving her breathy exhalations, wanting more of them, more of those low moans to leave her ebony lips. If she responds appropriately, with gusto, he will then press a little harder before proceeding to allow his tongue to massage the area. Even if she didn’t respond appropriately, when she affirmed that she was indeed his, he would have still applied more pressure just to cement their budding bond. Just to show that he is stronger, that he is able; that he will do all that he could to fulfill his place by her side. He is not blind to his age, but he also knows that he could be taught.
”Teliran.” He pauses, taking the time to lose himself within her gaze before continuing. ”I have no home but such a peculiar scent clings to your pelt. Where do you live?”
He does not bring up his wayward older brother like he normally would. He does not feel the need to, only the need to know her, to understand her. What did she like? What did girls like in general? She liked it when he licked her, so she liked to be cleaned. Girls liked cleanliness, so that will be something he would do well to remember. He would clean her everyday if it would make her make those little sounds again…that and the fact that he liked her smelling of him. She would never leave his side without his cologne permeating her bodice. Just the thought of her being claimed by another, being touched by another caused his lips to rise in a silent snarl.
”Is there any other male?”
He had meant to ask her to visit her home, but his train of thought had been derailed yet again. If she said yes he would stalk said male, he would not stop until he was the only one left standing such was the strength of his jealousy. The emotion was a new one for him yet it was one that drew from his well of intense deep emotions. He didn’t feel much but when he did…oh he felt them to the bone.
”Are you hungry? Thirsty?”
As the high of first sighting waned some he soon found himself floundering. Those same questions rearing those evil little heads again. What did girls like? What did they do? He had only traveled with his brother, he had no knowledge of such delicate things. It was why he did not move from his position ontop of her, besides he rather liked her petite body beneath his. He did not like not having control and in this moment…he was lost.
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