[Maybe it had been foolish to put Randall off. After all, Nadine had been thinking about and anticipating it since she was somewhere in the middle of her teen years. A few romance novels stolen off a bookshelf had inflamed her imagination and the promise of what was waiting only inspired further consideration.
But fantasies and imaginings and erotic stories weren't reality. Even meetings in some unnamed dreamspace weren't reality, only a facsimile of it. She hadn't expected it to feel so different, meeting him in the flesh of the waking world, how different it would feel from the fantasy. How was it possible for him to be both her closest and most intimate companion...and a stranger at the same time?
And part of it had been some strange, primal fear she couldn't quite tamp down. Also foolish, what reason had he ever given her to fear him? Further proven by his obvious displeasure but lack of pressing the matter. And that lingering fear faded, the powerful sense of him turning familiar. Appealing, even.
Now...now she simply wants him. She's waited long enough. Oh there's a certain nervous sort of kin to fear, but she supposes that's to be expected. She's a virgin, what dabbling in the sexual realm she's indulged in...lacking. But it's thrilling, in its way, as she waits for him in bed. The thrill only grows stronger as she watches him casually begin to undress. He's ridiculously handsome, to be quite honest. All chiseled angles and lean muscles. She can feel the strength of him as he joins her, his scent filling her senses as he covers her.]
Mmhmm.
[The brush of his beard and whisper of teeth against her skin sends a little shiver through her, and she reaches for him, hands on his shoulders to draw him to her rather than push him away.]
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But fantasies and imaginings and erotic stories weren't reality. Even meetings in some unnamed dreamspace weren't reality, only a facsimile of it. She hadn't expected it to feel so different, meeting him in the flesh of the waking world, how different it would feel from the fantasy. How was it possible for him to be both her closest and most intimate companion...and a stranger at the same time?
And part of it had been some strange, primal fear she couldn't quite tamp down. Also foolish, what reason had he ever given her to fear him? Further proven by his obvious displeasure but lack of pressing the matter. And that lingering fear faded, the powerful sense of him turning familiar. Appealing, even.
Now...now she simply wants him. She's waited long enough. Oh there's a certain nervous sort of kin to fear, but she supposes that's to be expected. She's a virgin, what dabbling in the sexual realm she's indulged in...lacking. But it's thrilling, in its way, as she waits for him in bed. The thrill only grows stronger as she watches him casually begin to undress. He's ridiculously handsome, to be quite honest. All chiseled angles and lean muscles. She can feel the strength of him as he joins her, his scent filling her senses as he covers her.]
Mmhmm.
[The brush of his beard and whisper of teeth against her skin sends a little shiver through her, and she reaches for him, hands on his shoulders to draw him to her rather than push him away.]
I want you.