Adoring Tarren Ravaren – the Lovemaking Scene

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“Please make love to me!”

It so happened that their minds were linked with the heavy trust of their amorous relationship, and she was open and receptive, and he showered her with male attention, and they both had it all. Dancing among pink clouds, their heads ablaze, they could not get enough of each other’s fond touch. Words for the first time eluded her, and she could not express verbally the desires which her body openly betrayed. She knew not what was going on, but her body and her mind were dipped in ecstasy. It was like her mental and her bodily reactions suddenly had a life of their own – in the hands of Tarren Ravaren. They were flowing together in a hug, that could not be broken even by elements. They themselves comprised an element, flowing into each other warm, pink and golden. She got high on his breath, when he breathed between her lips, she knew not how but she had given in to this man and completely ripen for love in his arms. Her skin was burning, her eyes flaming, her desire bubbling. She could spend days like this – nay ages. She loved him. Aw, how she loved him! Oh, how she loved him! And the stars had all aligned – she was delirious, finally, he was making love to her. It was like he was mastering the art of lovemaking for the first time, experimenting with her fervent body. It was like they were making love for the thousandth of times, yet she was virgin. They knew their bodies so well, and they constantly surprised themselves. Mist was oozing through her half-closed eyes.

“Please make love to me!”

“I will not only take you, Isabelle. In the heat of our love dance, when both of us will be unable to stop, I will speak right in your ear, with voice, the most romantic and sensual lines you have heard.”

“Please, make love to me, milord Tarren!”

“Yes, of course.” – he readily agreed and smooched on her soft lips.

“I want you to kiss me as the French people do!”

And there was sun between them in the sheets, while he was lovingly nibbling on her hot skin. And she was the Queen of Fairies, a being conceived in delight, her most basic state. She could spend years like this – nay lifetimes. She had no equal in the lovemaking arena. Receptive as a flower opening to the beams of the sun, she pulled his body even closer to hers, although they were completely in each other, both of them boiling hot. Heaven was closer than earth. Their bodies prayed for the comfort of climax, yet they couldn’t get enough from each other. Her knight. Her warrior. Her king. He made sound effects like from the great movies. Glorious were his movements, his love efforts had the most sublime effect. Finally, those two consoled each other from one of the passions of the centuries. They couldn’t satiate each other with their proximity, for hours they were rolling between the sheets in an amorous hug, still craving for each other, as if they were dreaming. She was begging him until she understood she is completely at his mercy. He became like a storm inside her, a beautiful, summer storm, with flashes of lightning darting straight in her belly, tormented with gratification. And she didn’t want it to end…

And when he was entering her, she submitted to his virile movements and whispered that he is adorable, that he has not got an equal, that he is insane, alien, divine, and he has no mercy. The romance was at its peak, the climax was close and satiation didn’t exist. The end of this glorious sensual experience was imminent, but every finish line was the beginning of a new race.

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