Amadeus didn't need to be a Malkavian to read Ariel's mind as his fingers trail over each of the marks that were left upon his body. "I told you from the very beginning that it was okay to just let go." Something he had meant. He had never imagined then though that he'd come to crave it. Not just Ariel's bite that he had already proved to be addicted to but the wildness in him as well. Those growls and snarls turned him on as much as everything else about his lover.
Right. There was everything else going on that kept them from doing just that. "Seems like a pretty good way to spend the rest of forever." He moved his head so that he could press a kiss to the side of Ariel's. If you had told Amadeus a couple of months ago that doing just that would end up being what he wanted, to spend the rest of whatever time he had left in rural Italy in his lover's—soon to be husband's—arms, he wouldn't have believed you for a moment and yet here he was wanting just that.