Something Beautiful.

She had never expected it to be like this.

Like something keeping her warm from head to toe, something electrifying, like something that made her feel immense happiness. It was something beautiful, something special. And to think, the society she lived in, had told her it was wrong and painful and scary.

It wasn’t.

In fact, in that moment, with him, she had never felt more alive.

He made her feel safe and secure, home. And she would always have this, always have him. They would be forever bonded, with the rings on their fingers.

He loved her, which he was proving in the most intimate way possible, right now. His hands touching her everywhere, his body pressed against hers, his lips on her neck, as he whispered in her ear – “that’s it baby, that’s it” – and – “I’ve got you, I’ve got you. Let me hear you sweetheart” – while she wrapped her arms and legs around him, bringing him that much closer, so that they were connected everywhere.

And then, he growled in her ear, loving the small moans and whimpers that left her parted lips. And all at once, she was seeing white, her body seemed to both soar and fall, she couldn’t think, she couldn’t breathe, all she could feel was love, and it was him, all him.

Later, when they were curled up, nestled in comfy quilts and pillows, he wrapped his arms around her and told her how much he loved her – “I love you, I love you, I love you so much, so much baby” – and she blushed, smiling softly in the dark – “I love you too. I never expected it to be like this.”

“Like what?” he asked, looking at her with open, sincere eyes.

“Beautiful. I never expected it to be beautiful.”


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