FEARED & LOVED.

       an inhale before his lips ghost upon her own, fingers enhanced by soft leather tracing lines of heat over fair skin in aimless meanderings that drift into whorls and ripples. his touch is ever and always gently firm, a signal of his admiration for her perfection, not out of any thought for an indication of fragility on the young woman’s behalf. tiny she is against the powerful body, barely rising past the midline of his chest, but powerful enough to command him to kneel, not that she ever need do so. for he goes down to his knees for her out of true obeisance, out of loyalty and devotion, knowing that she is the one he serves above all others. so he holds his dragon queen in his lap, murmuring soft kisses of warm air upon shoulder and arm alike, leaving them husking over her ear and throat in easy gestures of amorous intention and worshipful design.

                    – the mass of silver tumbles with grace down the spine of the beast that sits docilely while being attended by the one he swears fealty and his heart to. Few are ever allowed to touch the mane so freely and even fewer lure that purring lull from his throat, eyes hooded with relaxation.                                            “I can never be tense around you.”

                    ’    perhaps that was the incorrect word to use. but you are rather careful with me, though i certainly understand your reasons for doing so.  ’

I’ve thought of a wonderful present for you… Shall I give you despair?