Thane looked up at Brie and with difficulty, turned his own wrist over to show off his old scar on his left arm, and smiled at her with warmth in his eyes. “Yes, I made the vow of fidelity and protection with her, as I did with you eighteen years ago, brother,” he answered, showing his matching wrist. He noticed the fresh scar on her wrist and then looked at Rytsar. Shaking with effort, he took her hand and turned it palm side up, kissing it tenderly. You cannot know what that meant to me.” Thane nodded, glancing at Brie and motioning her to him. He held out his hand to Thane and shook it firmly. His Vow Rytsar entered the hospital room with Brie at his side. He was a stronger man for it-and was ready to face what lay ahead. Rytsar felt lighter of spirit, as if Tatianna had truly been with him during the night. The simple gesture touched him and he lifted their entwined hands, smiling to himself. She took his hand and intertwined her fingers with his.
“Thank you for last night,” he said gruffly as he rolled from her body to lie beside her on the bed. “I love you, radost moya.” A lone tear ran down her cheek as she leaned up to kiss him. This time it wasn’t Tatianna, but Brie whom he saw. He tenderly moved a stray curl from her face, glistening with sweat. As dawn broke over the horizon, Rytsar leaned down to kiss her beautiful breasts, his spent cock buried deep inside her. An entire night of lovemaking would not be enough to adequately express the depth and intensity of his love for her, but he was determined to try. Rytsar ached to join her in release but he held back, knowing there was so much more he needed to share. Tatianna cried out in passion and pain, shuddering as she came for the first time. He pressed his lips against her neck and bit down, claiming her as his mate. The moment when she instinctually arched her back to receive more of his cock was powerful and significant. He kissed her deeply, wanting her to associate the act of fucking with the intimacy it inspired. As Tatianna’s body grew accustomed to his length, he was able to increase the intensity of his thrusts. Her gaze never left his, and she made no sound as she took in his hard shaft. “I love you,” he told her as he began to press his cock into her. Rytsar positioned his shaft against her wet, untouched opening.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” Her arched eyebrows, so expressive and feminine, teased his masculine sensibilities as she looked at him with pure adoration. When he felt she was ready, he lay between her legs and looked down at her. The pain she would feel would pale in comparison to the passion he would coax from her.
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