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Is there such a thing as captivity?

These arms that enclose around her seem endless. Strong, like towers.

She's never felt so small... her heart has never raced so fast. Throbbing... pleasure... pain... ecstasy...

Him.

Once. Twice. It's never enough. Days could pass. They might as well be centuries. He's become a drug to her, a drug she is not allowed to have. Bound in soul and body.

Sometimes she is not too shy as to initiate it. He could be doing the simplest thing, his monomania of staring into a hearth. Three words can unleash him, can give her that which she has decided to no longer live without. Three words...

Come with me.

Her heart shoots into her throat at his touch. What a sensation! The pure ferociousness of this demon's passion! This unbridled desire! So liberating, so free! If she had known how long he'd been holding this back from her, she'd have married him sooner. Rule or no, she could never deny her love for him.

Husband... what a perfect word!

He is fast, sometimes too fast. She remembers the pain after their first night... the aching in every muscle, the inability to use her legs. But, oh, it was worth it! To see that satisfaction, that love, in his eyes!

There is no need for him to be gentle. The princess only desires his pleasure. To feel his nature in such a raw form, concentrated for her, and only her! What a blessing!

She smiles as she kisses him, unaffected by embarrassment. All of that has been consumed in the burning under her skin.

Fire.

She likes in when he kisses under her ear, his teeth ebbing at the sensitive flesh. His breathing is so loud there, so uncontrolled and hard. She loves his wings, spread wide above her, twitching every now and then when he moans her name. Such reward!

Ice.

There is no barrier. No prison. Nothing to keep him away. She can feel him there, in such a secretive place. The first and only.

It's like a dance, this movement. He is graceful, a fearful predator, eyes hungry.

She is a wide-eyed doe. She can only stare and wait to be devoured.

The noises she makes are strange in her own ears, something she's never heard, never uttered before him. Before she knows it, all control of herself is gone, and in a bursting crash, like a strong wave on the seashore, reality is washed away.

No, captivity no longer exists. Not when she's with him.