His touch on her waist was so very light, even as she pulled back. He smiled as her dark, damp hair pressed against his forehead as if he could read her thoughts. They were beyond him, her mind far deeper than humans whose thoughts were all on the surface, but experience and intuition told him enough. Gently, he slowly guided her closer to the altar, kissing her again.
"We do what we want to do." This was right. This was meant. He knew it as he knew any fact, but that didn't mean this was something he could take casually. In truth, he did not want this to be casual. While it was part of his grand plan, he also sincerely liked...and desired...Jocelyn. If nerves, or the prospect of the approaching Rite, changed her mind, he would abide by that. There were other times, even if this was all but perfect. "No more. No less." His lips touched hers again, tasting her sweetness, her innocence...her power.
Even as their kiss lingered and his hands stroked over her hips and her wet nightdress to her bottom as he pressed more firmly against her, he felt it in the air. A very slight tremor, so slight it could be mistaken for the sexual energy they were generating, and some of it undoubtedly was, but Azazeal recognized something else there...a shudder from above and below.
Let them talk. Let them wonder.
Her nightdress still wanted to cling to her as his fingers gathered the material, pulling it higher until he could touch bare flesh.
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"We do what we want to do." This was right. This was meant. He knew it as he knew any fact, but that didn't mean this was something he could take casually. In truth, he did not want this to be casual. While it was part of his grand plan, he also sincerely liked...and desired...Jocelyn. If nerves, or the prospect of the approaching Rite, changed her mind, he would abide by that. There were other times, even if this was all but perfect. "No more. No less." His lips touched hers again, tasting her sweetness, her innocence...her power.
Even as their kiss lingered and his hands stroked over her hips and her wet nightdress to her bottom as he pressed more firmly against her, he felt it in the air. A very slight tremor, so slight it could be mistaken for the sexual energy they were generating, and some of it undoubtedly was, but Azazeal recognized something else there...a shudder from above and below.
Let them talk. Let them wonder.
Her nightdress still wanted to cling to her as his fingers gathered the material, pulling it higher until he could touch bare flesh.