She kisses his cheek, his jaw, his throat very tenderly, the adoration in his eyes and thrumming through his very being touching her. Emma is no stranger to adoration, but this...this is different. This is real.
Carefully she relieves him of the clothing he's wearing, the soft cotton garments pushed away rather then ripped apart until his sun-rosed skin is flush with her much paler form. And then, with the both of them naked to each other, she guides him into her, a sharp moan escaping her lips as his body fits into hers.
"Now," she whispers, "you are mine."
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