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"HOPING ONE DAY YOU'LL MAKE A DREAM LAST
BUT DREAMS COME SLOW AND THEY GO SO FAST."
She was playing with fire and she knew it. But for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to back away from the flames. The cautious woman, afraid of being burned for so long, was drawn to the warmth.
Yet at the same time, she wasn’t sure who was winning the battle in her mind - her own wants or the memories who refused to fade into the past. The little mare knew that the large pegasus could see the battle, the hesitation, the stillness. But the only real hesitation that kept her frozen were the ghosts that danced behind her eyes. Was it possible to be unfaithful to a ghost? In the back of her mind, memories of a dead mate burned hot in her consciousness. Shahan had been tall and lean and light - the very opposite of Gaal. She knew it was wrong to compare the stallions, and even worse to compare the situations.
Seduction was not something she was at all accustomed to. She’d been sheltered from it her entire life, and then it’d blossomed naturally over time. This was unexpected and unfamiliar to her, but the feeling of being wanted, well that was something she felt she could get used to. Yes, she was awkward. Unsure. Hesitant. But at the same time she liked the way that her skin felt like it was on fire and the way that her heart raced in her chest.
What surprised her most of all was that she wanted. So she did not stop him as his hungry touch roamed her back. She did not pull away and her muscles did not flinch with the unexpected contact. Instead she turned to meet his gaze, and he was sure in that moment he could read the emotions in her eyes better than she knew them herself.
“Okay.” She breathed, as the last of the hesitation died in her voice, ”Then show me.”
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