Re: Wedding Night
Walden smiled against her skin. Poor little Kitten, nervous little Kitten. Would she have nine lives, he wondered. Could he break her and rebuild her and break her again until she was on her last one and terrified of death, but welcoming it as well? How long could he make her hover here before that little spark of defiance begged him to put her back down into her place?
Lifting his head so she could see his smile, his hands stopped their movement, resting on her shoulders. It was just a light touch, but enough he could take control of let her give it to him. This time, when he kissed her, it was a more forceful press of lips, not brutal, but not the butterfly fragility of the first one. This time, there were teeth biting teasingly at her lip, a flick of tongue giving her one chance to open for him willingly, to accept him into her and offer herself up of her own free will to the possession he would have.