04-24-2017, 01:17 PM
do something about it
He watches every expression that plays over her as he speaks, catching every reaction. The way she recoils when he makes it apparent he cares who she fucks- even though he tried to convince them both otherwise, he'd clearly failed. His eyes go hooded and dark. Sudden realizations come to him like several punches to the gut in rapid succession. He does care. He loves her and wants her all to himself- at least her heart, if not her body also. And this is all his fault; now, where they stand, with this awful tension between them that had never been there before. His fault. He'd done this to himself.
He'd discovered sexuality in a wild way, mixed with so much passion and want. With Dovev, with her, and with them both together. Exquisite torture and teasing and pain, rising to new heights until it all exploded together in the most excellent ways. Satisfaction is a most addictive high. One that Zoryn had gotten lost in trying to achieve over and over again. With Dovev, with her, with them both together. With the occasional other, too, when he'd been denied from them.
He'd failed, however, to realize the cost. Hugely underestimated the concept of consequence. Whether through ignorance or negligence, it doesn't matter. Not now. Not anymore. Now he knows. With sex comes emotions. Emotions breed more sex. With sex and timing comes the most amazing surprise. A precious bundle of life growing in the womb of the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Her pregnancy led to more emotions. Which, apparently led to more sex, albeit not with him.
This was all his fault. If he'd known going into things that having the two of them- his love and his infatuation- together at the same time would have led to this moment, he might have thought better of it. Might have made different decisions. They'd been so fucking hot. So explosive. Disastrous. And he hadn't known just how much so, til now. All because of his greed, his desires, his selfishness. Nobody's fault but his.
She's all he's ever had. Always there, through everything. And now, more than ever, she is all he wants. But because of him, because of the delicious things he'd done, he could lose her.
NO. He can't. He won't. Not her, never her. He won't stand for it, no matter what that means he has to do. To start, he refuses to allow it as a possibility. He is hers and she is his, forever, undeniable. There is more at stake than him or her now. Now, there is the two of them together, growing into something amazing inside her body. Her beautiful body, sleek and gorgeous and shining. He had asked her to let him love her. Let him show her, and she'd agreed. So he lets the whole world fade away as he surrounds himself with Dizzy. Surrounds her. Focuses on nothing but her and the way he feels about her, pouring it out into her with his touch. He would not question if he was good enough. Not now. Now was all about her. His Dizzy.
He leaves no section of skin unattended or untouched. Gentle kisses and easy touches, exploring and seeking. He starts along her neck, where she tilts her head back for him, caressing her hair away to further allow for his attentions. He nibbles gently and massages away any tension. His kisses are strategically placed, tongue tasting and coaxing. He is wholly attuned to her, listening for every hitch of her breath, every little moan. He absorbs it, lets it fill him, encourage him. Pulls himself to her and embraces her as he lifts his head for a moment to see her face, to tip her head and deliver a warm, slow kiss. He hums deeply, moving his face to the side to slide his muzzle along the side of hers. Nuzzling the side of her face and letting his love for her be his guide as his lips travel down the other side of her neck. Massaging and kissing a path down to the crook above her shoulder. There, he sighs, gazing over her belly and then closes his eyes. Just for a moment, he presses his forehead to the soft place of her shoulder above her breast. "Dizzy, I love you. So much. I want you. Not only your amazing body, but all of you. I can't bear to lose you, Diz. Don't ever leave me. Please." His heart swells and races, pounding all the way up into his ears. The truth of his words tightens his chest, his throat, making his voice a deep, rough rumble. A single tear leaks from one eye, rolling down his nose and into her skin. He can't imagine life without her. It just wouldn't be the same.
Do something, before I fall apart.
He'd discovered sexuality in a wild way, mixed with so much passion and want. With Dovev, with her, and with them both together. Exquisite torture and teasing and pain, rising to new heights until it all exploded together in the most excellent ways. Satisfaction is a most addictive high. One that Zoryn had gotten lost in trying to achieve over and over again. With Dovev, with her, with them both together. With the occasional other, too, when he'd been denied from them.
He'd failed, however, to realize the cost. Hugely underestimated the concept of consequence. Whether through ignorance or negligence, it doesn't matter. Not now. Not anymore. Now he knows. With sex comes emotions. Emotions breed more sex. With sex and timing comes the most amazing surprise. A precious bundle of life growing in the womb of the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Her pregnancy led to more emotions. Which, apparently led to more sex, albeit not with him.
This was all his fault. If he'd known going into things that having the two of them- his love and his infatuation- together at the same time would have led to this moment, he might have thought better of it. Might have made different decisions. They'd been so fucking hot. So explosive. Disastrous. And he hadn't known just how much so, til now. All because of his greed, his desires, his selfishness. Nobody's fault but his.
She's all he's ever had. Always there, through everything. And now, more than ever, she is all he wants. But because of him, because of the delicious things he'd done, he could lose her.
NO. He can't. He won't. Not her, never her. He won't stand for it, no matter what that means he has to do. To start, he refuses to allow it as a possibility. He is hers and she is his, forever, undeniable. There is more at stake than him or her now. Now, there is the two of them together, growing into something amazing inside her body. Her beautiful body, sleek and gorgeous and shining. He had asked her to let him love her. Let him show her, and she'd agreed. So he lets the whole world fade away as he surrounds himself with Dizzy. Surrounds her. Focuses on nothing but her and the way he feels about her, pouring it out into her with his touch. He would not question if he was good enough. Not now. Now was all about her. His Dizzy.
He leaves no section of skin unattended or untouched. Gentle kisses and easy touches, exploring and seeking. He starts along her neck, where she tilts her head back for him, caressing her hair away to further allow for his attentions. He nibbles gently and massages away any tension. His kisses are strategically placed, tongue tasting and coaxing. He is wholly attuned to her, listening for every hitch of her breath, every little moan. He absorbs it, lets it fill him, encourage him. Pulls himself to her and embraces her as he lifts his head for a moment to see her face, to tip her head and deliver a warm, slow kiss. He hums deeply, moving his face to the side to slide his muzzle along the side of hers. Nuzzling the side of her face and letting his love for her be his guide as his lips travel down the other side of her neck. Massaging and kissing a path down to the crook above her shoulder. There, he sighs, gazing over her belly and then closes his eyes. Just for a moment, he presses his forehead to the soft place of her shoulder above her breast. "Dizzy, I love you. So much. I want you. Not only your amazing body, but all of you. I can't bear to lose you, Diz. Don't ever leave me. Please." His heart swells and races, pounding all the way up into his ears. The truth of his words tightens his chest, his throat, making his voice a deep, rough rumble. A single tear leaks from one eye, rolling down his nose and into her skin. He can't imagine life without her. It just wouldn't be the same.
Do something, before I fall apart.
