His hand settled on her hip, and he leaned in, lips pressed against her ear. She trembled, shivering

His hand settled on her hip, and he leaned in, lips pressed against her ear. She trembled, shivering under his touch, and it was difficult to resist the smile that attempted to curl his lips.  “You have never been more beautiful to me.” He had a good voice, and he knew how to use it. Normally it was all rumbling steel, power and primal all mixed up into one. Here it was just… soft. Intimate. A voice made to dwell between the duvet and the mattress. For a moment, the shivering stopped, and it seemed like she was feeling a little more confident. He leaned away and she started again. His other hand slipped into her’s, and he gave it a squeeze. They were in the foyer, a moment of privacy before they slipped into the throng, and the nerves were visibly eating her alive. He started to pull her around, until she was facing him. She didn’t meet his eyes. “You want this.” He was trying to transfuse his confidence into her, intraorally. “You are going to step through that door, and they are going to gasp.” He squeezed her hand again, a silent emphasis. “And I am going to be there, right beside you, and I’m going to swell with pride.” The hand at her hip moved upwards, trailing all along her side, past her shoulder, and against her face. He held it before kissing her brow. A smile threatened to break on her lips, before her brow furrowed. She pulled her hand away. “Why?” He frowned, started to open his mouth. “No, I mean, why are we doing this? Why do you need to show me off, why do I want to be shown off? What are we doing?” The whole time her eyes were flying around the room, anywhere but him, anywhere but those eyes. He let her have her say, waited for her to run out of questions. His hands came up, and held her face. Forced her to meet his eyes. “Because I can’t keep you to myself any more. I can’t live with seeing you on my bed, knowing that I’m the only fucking person to ever see that. I can’t sit there and enjoy you, when I can at the very least share the sight of you with a few other people. Hope that you can touch them with even a fraction of the revelation that you drowned me in. I can’t be the only one. It’s not fair."  Her throat bobbed for a moment, a swallow reflex. The trembling had stopped. The flitting eyes had stopped. Her whole body was on pause, waiting for a response, waiting for her to respond. And so she did. She blinked, twice, and then brushed her eyes with the back of her hand. And she turned to the door. "Well, then, we better get in there."  -- source link

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