Thread: Forever Mine (Ava and Fates)

This was all too thrilling! The nightingale's senses were at an all time high, giving her the slightest fear that she might not be able to contain herself at this moment. As their lips parted she could only smile in excitement. This time it was her turn to get her breath taken away before she could respond. There was no hiding that Gabriella was all to eager to get a taste of her partner, but she was not so ravenous as to give up feeling such amazing sensations at his touch. The dress being pulled off of her cool and pale skinned body sent a jolt to course through her hour glass frame. The groom left no room for the bride's senses to adjust, and it left her in a constant state of aw and pleasure. When the well wooed woman's lips sat agape, those white canines extended. Her tongue explored the sharp tips that painlessly appeared during her state of arousal. Kisses left fire in its wake. Slender fingers raked themselves through his luscious locks as tender kiss were peppered to the tops of her breasts. The hand in his hair slid down as her lover rose to remove some of the garb that stood in their way. Upon revealing his chest, Gabriella's loins ached. He was a supernatural being worthy of being worshiped by all. The palms of her hands were splayed upon the taut contours of his chest as he worked on his belt before she soon found her lips seized once more. Every nerve was alight as by the time she was laid upon the yielding surface of the grass. The moon was gorgeous sight, but not as gorgeous as the coupling in the midst of ensuing along the shore of a surreal lake. A gust of wind caressed at every inch of her exposed flesh. The wild life around produced the most subtle of symphonies that was music to her ears as her body was wracked with sensations that tested what she once knew. His touch was heady and caused the pale skinned bride to feed her debonair host a moan as the forefront of her sex was given physical attention. Inwardly she quivered. If this was how she felt from such a simple touch it was harrowing to think of what further surprises he could bring upon her. To say that her breath was stolen would be an understatement. The girl was noble with wild abandon and an open mind. Yet, nowhere in her wildest dreams could she see such a moment happening. Smooth hands glided from his chest to his back where her nails gently sunk in. The woman was still a fledgling to the enhanced senses and abilities of her new form, but she had all the time in the world to learn to control such strength and abilities. The kiss had to be broken. Her mind was reeling with arousal and sensations, that she nearly forgot to breath. Forehead against forehead with lips but hairs breath apart. Lips sat agape, for she felt as though she needed every breath she could possibly take. His touch was cool and yet it something to ignite within her cold vessel. Nails raked down the flesh of his back. Yes. The one word was but a whisper and yet it spoke volumes. Arousal, desire, hunger, excitement, and even the slightest bit of hesitance, but it was out weighed by all the others. A diminutive whimper escaped her lips. Her noise was only one of the reasons why she would come to be known as Lady Nightingale, but that was a long ways to come. Alistair... my charming Alistair... One hand caressed at his strong jaw line while warm green eyes roamed his handsome features as her body was teased to life. It was just wondrous that he belonged to her. Per his words she was his bride and he was her groom. It was a bond most imaginable, but to be one with him. The ever confident woman felt the nerves of a blushing bride for the first time. Alistair was doing an amazing job at ensnaring her attention with his ministrations.