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Guy flicked his eyes towards her, Aduult she glanced away, embarrassed. The priest commended the couple for being so bashful and then stifled a yawn. The ceremony finished, and some kn the guards gave half-hearted cheers. She brushed it off; Guy, however, paled. Taking pity Black friday porn him, she hooked her arm in his and nudged him to finish srx down Adult sex in gisborne aisle. The gisbotne dispersed as soon as the couple left the chapel behind, and she was grateful for that at least—nothing could have made the next step more difficult than an audience.
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She didn't have to love him — just convince him. His pupils grew wide, like lakes, at her touch. He dropped his gloves to the floor and clasped her forearm, but he did not stop her. His fingers slid over the long bones running from her knuckles down to the joints of her wrists, tracing her movements as she worked. She ventured to lift an eyebrow, and he gave a long blink in return. His touch was languid, almost melancholy. As she made progress down his jacket, he slid his hand into the wide mouth of her sleeve, running his fingers up her arm. She felt her blood quicken.
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She wriggled out from beneath him, and he followed, dog-like, halting every few inches to plant kisses on her. His boots hit the floor with soft thuds. As they twisted together, angling for a comfortable position, he arched his back, knocking his hips against hers as he did so, sending a rough thrill through her. Unthinking, she lifted her body to rub back against him, trying to hit more of that delicious heat. He bent down to graze her neck with his lips, moving over her pulse points with hot kisses, suckling and biting in places. She grasped his jacket in both hands and peeled it off his shoulders, gasping slightly as he wove a trail between her jaw and shoulders.
As she wrestled with the sleeves, her fingers danced over the muscles of his arms. He sat up to help her, shrugging the garment off the rest of the way, exposing the soft wool shirt underneath. She hesitated only a moment before reaching for the edge and pulling. They worked in tandem, him jerking out the laces on her gown, while she tugged his shirt off of him and threw it to the side. His skin shone amber in the firelight, just as she remembered. Guy might be a horrible person, but in his own way, he was beautiful. And, she reasoned, they were married now. She let her hand roam delicately over his chest while he watched, seeking out the muscles under the smooth exterior of skin.
He was so unlike Robin. She thought of the tawny hair trailing down Robin's lean chest, and the sun-kissed scars striping his limber arms; she remembered how he bristled with a fine sheen of sweat after a long run. Guy stuck to her like wet leather; whenever he shifted, she could feel the sting of skin un-sticking. Eventually, her hand skirted over the edge of his belt. She watched, fascinated, as his muscles twitched, just from her nearness. Above her, he panted slightly, his arms a wall surrounding her. Inspired, she scratched her nails lightly over the sensitive skin just above his belt buckle. He surged forward and sighed, eyes sealed as though in pain. So she raked her nails over the same area, digging deeper, but careful not to cut.
He hissed, low and powerful; the sound made her blood drum. When he looked at her again, she saw that some of the previous tenderness had disappeared. He knocked her hands aside and started yanking out the laces on his braies. She scooted backwards, her mouth running dry. Dread rippled through her, warring with her arousal. Hastily, she reached for the hem of her shift, her only remaining garment, and started to pull it over her head. She had to show that he couldn't take control, that she wouldn't be afraid, not even if he got angry. As her hand neared her waist, he grabbed her wrist, stopping her. She met him with a hard gaze; she hated having to give the lead to him, her enemy - her husband.
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