lokihiddleston:And then… at last, he kissed her with real passion. Skin on skin, mouth on mouth, sli
lokihiddleston:And then… at last, he kissed her with real passion. Skin on skin, mouth on mouth, sliding over her cheek, her forehead, her neck.Some held that women did not feel desire, not in the way that men did. But if Thomas felt more than she felt now, she did not understand how he could have held back all this time. For she wanted him completely, utterly. She could not breathe for wanting him. It was an ache, an insatiable need, and it had been building in this space he had held between them. She saw herself bursting free of her cocoon of innocence, ready to fly into his arms and his heart and he into her flesh, to join with her and be with her. To forget death and tragedy and loss. She was his wife and it was her duty and her privilege to transform him with her devotion and her love.He put his hands on her breasts, which were pushed up by the boning at the top of her corset, and she arched her back with a gasp. “Edith,” he managed, “you’re still in mourning and—” “No. It is time. It is time.” she insisted.He shoved tools and mechanisms from off his worktable and pushed her into it, raining kisses on her face and above the neck of her dress. She knew that he wanted her; she raised her skirt as he moved to make them one flesh and she accommodated him, oh, yes— (Crimson Peak, book) -- source link
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