[ It's a difficult truth to accept, even from her, though she's perhaps one of the very few he can endure it from. Beauty has always felt like something delicate, fragile, not for the likes of him, when he finds himself breaking things just by leaning on them too hard. Beauty is in the soft curves under his fingertips, the golden hair collecting the steam of the shower and the smell of sun-warmed oceans rising around them.
As she moves down with her kisses he tilts his head back a little, accepting it with a sigh, though his hand stays between her legs, moving gently over her clit, but more meaningfully with each passing moment. ]
Gilia. [ He sighs her name. Not the titles, or endearments, but the whole of her as he sees her, the goddess and the woman. ] I want you.
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As she moves down with her kisses he tilts his head back a little, accepting it with a sigh, though his hand stays between her legs, moving gently over her clit, but more meaningfully with each passing moment. ]
Gilia. [ He sighs her name. Not the titles, or endearments, but the whole of her as he sees her, the goddess and the woman. ] I want you.