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The princess practically drank in his taste, his warmth. She couldn’t get enough of it. His body was so much larger than hers, and she was certain that from most other vantage points, all anyone might see of her was the edges of her skirts. He covered her like this, and when his arms were around her- oh, she could hardly stand how isolated from the world she felt. It was a good isolation, it was being protected and safe and l o v e d.
She felt his hands- so much bigger than her own- and the warmth they carried, start to trail over her torso, finely shaped by her bodice. In an instant, she had no desire to be wearing any of it, and so she grabbed at his hands, caught only a few of his fingers on each, and dragged them up and behind her back. She pressed them right against the laces, encouraging, and tilted her head back to swallow air as he kissed her neck. The sky was such a pretty blue, but she couldn’t bother to admire it now; it paled in comparison to the pretty lips on her skin.
As she guided his hands, he couldn’t help the smirk that spread as his lips were in mid-kiss against her skin. He was well aware of what she desired ; this would not be the first time the two had shared such an intimate moment, but it wouldn’t be any less special, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
