[How is it that Percival could easily weaken, make her feel vulnerable all the same? Even when he's not rough with her, she feels herself melt into his arms and she's not even distressed by it. Rather, she feels like this is right. Someone she could be so open to that he could see all her weaknesses. Ones pertaining to him.
Fine, in this case, allow her to be selfish. Though it looks more like he's dragging her along on this ride, all know that he would get far with her if not for the fact she allowed him. Her heart beats for him, and it beats wilder still now that he's finally ridding her of her clothes, that dress that while beautiful, was so tight on her slender body that she wondered if she would ever breathe again. And even with her skin bare, she feels no bashfulness. She's bare to the man she loves, as he whispers daring words that makes her feel a rush, anticipating all the madness he was going to unleash. If he was wanting to draw all the lust from her, it's working. She wants it all. The normally calm Sen is now fueled with desire all for Percival, and she needs to let it all out somehow.
Her body moves easily when he pulls off her dress, carrying her to the bed. She kisses him deeply, feverishly, fingers laced through red locks of hair and knowing full well she just messed up his perfect style. He won't be able to return now. The future king is hers for tonight, even if he belongs to the world. Well, she doesn't mind sharing such an amazing man. Not that she would tell him that completely, knowing that it would go to his head. Someone has to keep him humble, right?
Though how can she when this is happening? She lays on the bed as he places her down, and she had never answered him. Not yet anyway. Instead her body rises when he starts to explore her body, his strong hands a welcoming feel as she watches him. He's handsome like this, with the light filtering in, that for a moment she admires him even before they start to get busy. But it's true. She shouldn't be the only one naked.
She sits up, just slightly, now that their bodies are further apart (there was only so much space when he crushed her against a door), so that she can swiftly unfasten his clothes. He's confident, yes. But her, with her rosy cheeks and lustful eyes, all under that demure grace...well, there is a moment where she could feel her body melt at the way he calls her Sen...
But back to what this is. She tips his chin, her hand pressed against his chest.]
I am ready. So you better make good on your claim and ensure that I do not walk tomorrow, Percival.
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[How is it that Percival could easily weaken, make her feel vulnerable all the same? Even when he's not rough with her, she feels herself melt into his arms and she's not even distressed by it. Rather, she feels like this is right. Someone she could be so open to that he could see all her weaknesses. Ones pertaining to him.
Fine, in this case, allow her to be selfish. Though it looks more like he's dragging her along on this ride, all know that he would get far with her if not for the fact she allowed him. Her heart beats for him, and it beats wilder still now that he's finally ridding her of her clothes, that dress that while beautiful, was so tight on her slender body that she wondered if she would ever breathe again. And even with her skin bare, she feels no bashfulness. She's bare to the man she loves, as he whispers daring words that makes her feel a rush, anticipating all the madness he was going to unleash. If he was wanting to draw all the lust from her, it's working. She wants it all. The normally calm Sen is now fueled with desire all for Percival, and she needs to let it all out somehow.
Her body moves easily when he pulls off her dress, carrying her to the bed. She kisses him deeply, feverishly, fingers laced through red locks of hair and knowing full well she just messed up his perfect style. He won't be able to return now. The future king is hers for tonight, even if he belongs to the world. Well, she doesn't mind sharing such an amazing man. Not that she would tell him that completely, knowing that it would go to his head. Someone has to keep him humble, right?
Though how can she when this is happening? She lays on the bed as he places her down, and she had never answered him. Not yet anyway. Instead her body rises when he starts to explore her body, his strong hands a welcoming feel as she watches him. He's handsome like this, with the light filtering in, that for a moment she admires him even before they start to get busy. But it's true. She shouldn't be the only one naked.
She sits up, just slightly, now that their bodies are further apart (there was only so much space when he crushed her against a door), so that she can swiftly unfasten his clothes. He's confident, yes. But her, with her rosy cheeks and lustful eyes, all under that demure grace...well, there is a moment where she could feel her body melt at the way he calls her Sen...
But back to what this is. She tips his chin, her hand pressed against his chest.]
I am ready. So you better make good on your claim and ensure that I do not walk tomorrow, Percival.
[Oh.]