[To keep you safe. Her eyes flutter open when he says that, mouth parted against his. It's a sentiment that not many have held for her – mortals often beg the gods for their protection and not the other way around - and the surprise quickly swells into affection. Something soft and powerful and raw all at the same time.
Hands find the sides of his face and she kisses him hard, lips and teeth and tongue that breaks off in a loud gasp as the plunge of his fingers keeps all of her senses on a knife's edge, her body practically thrumming with want with every deep thrust that stretches her oh-so-pleasantly. She throws her head back against the pillows, the jewelry in her hair jingling with the motion, and her fingers dig into his shoulders, her muscles flutter tight around his fingers but she's not ready yet.]
Fjord- [Her voice breaks around the edges, and her legs squeeze around his hips. A please forms on her lips but doesn't find voice yet, but there's a desperate, obvious need in the haphazard buck of her hips under him. If her husband wasn't jealous somewhere, there's likely a few other lovers feeling it about now.] Please. I want you, Fjord.
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Hands find the sides of his face and she kisses him hard, lips and teeth and tongue that breaks off in a loud gasp as the plunge of his fingers keeps all of her senses on a knife's edge, her body practically thrumming with want with every deep thrust that stretches her oh-so-pleasantly. She throws her head back against the pillows, the jewelry in her hair jingling with the motion, and her fingers dig into his shoulders, her muscles flutter tight around his fingers but she's not ready yet.]
Fjord- [Her voice breaks around the edges, and her legs squeeze around his hips. A please forms on her lips but doesn't find voice yet, but there's a desperate, obvious need in the haphazard buck of her hips under him. If her husband wasn't jealous somewhere, there's likely a few other lovers feeling it about now.] Please. I want you, Fjord.