damon marcello

He wouldn't dare to deny the attraction between them at any given moment. It would be a sin to try in his opinion and even more of a sin to deny her soft porcelain skin the touches that only his hands and lips could give. He felt the tension rising in the air with every little movement between them, the poetry in motion as he slid down her zipper and let the dress pool around her ankles. She was even more voracious as of late with the pregnancy and he couldn't be happier. She glowed and he couldn't get enough of seeing her naked, full of life, and beautiful as ever. The moan leaving her lips as he pulled her to him only hardened his anatomy that much more in a painful fashion as he let his lips caress every inch of her slender shoulders and arching neck.

She reached down, impatiently moving his hand from her hip to her breast and he couldn't help but chuckle as he indulged her, letting his calloused hand massage and rub the soft swell before letting his fingers twist and pinch her hardened nipple. "Greedy tonight, hm?" He teased her with a soft whisper as he continued to assault her skin with feather-light kisses. He easily lifted her and laid her on the bed, lowering her down to talk to her stomach before he continued his worshiping journey. As he pulled back to unclothe himself, he stared intently into her own devouring gaze as she reclined up to watch him. It was both an empowering and a vulnerable moment, like he was baring himself to her, soul and all. He loved every second of it.

As she gave the nod, he let out an exhale as if of relief before he gently pulled himself over her and pushed himself into her, inch by tantalizing inch. He stared into her eyes the whole time, wanting her to know this was all for her, he was all for her. Only once he felt her body adjust and take him did he start to move, slowly at first to let her find her comfort spot before his speed and tempo increased. He held her legs up gently, placing soft kisses down her calves and massaging her feet as he went, finding all the right angles to give her pleasure and only once they both reached their climax did he pull out and let her relax. He continued to love on her all through the night, taking short breaks to take her out on deck and show her the stars and then escaping back to the cabin for more body worship and love-making.

For him, it was pure bliss, and he could only hope it was the same for her. As she started to drift off, he could see the first rays of the sun threatening to touch the horizon out the window. He gasped, remembering his best surprise and he caressed her cheek softly before leaning in to kiss her awake. "There's something I want to show you, love. Do you trust me?" He waited for the answer he knew she would give before taking her hand and leading her toward the door to the deck. He expected hesitation and if she did, he would pause with her, turning to look into her eyes and kiss her hands and let her know once more that he would never do anything to harm her or the life living inside her. Only once he knew she was okay did he lead her out onto the deck, just as the first rays burned over the horizon. He held her hand tightly, as nervous as she was but he trusted in the witch's magic. After all, he'd already experimented with both rings multiple times to make sure it wouldn't hurt her before he dared to try this.

He pulled Isolt to him, holding her as the sun started to peek over the horizon and the first light bathed them in sunshine. He held his breath, waiting for her reaction.