the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She swallowed hard, eyes wide, and nodded slowly. Anticipation had her pulse pounding hard, and she could feel it all through her body. “Oh, yes,” she managed, and bit her lip. Waiting, wondering. What else might he have learned?

His smile only widened and he leaned down to press a kiss to each hip and then he brushed his nose down her thighs, wordlessly coaxing her legs apart. Gazing up at her for a long moment then, he hummed and slowly leaned in, fingers caressing at her hips.

She whimpered a little at his smile. It was all mischievous knave, all teasing and playful and hinting at pleasures to come. She held herself very still, looking down at him, tiny muscles quivering under her skin. The sheer perfection of this moment took her breath away.

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