A little too much

"You're my prince", she intoned quietly, he Is so amazing.. she glared at him and his gaze was dark.. guilty, lust and love..

she couldn't understand his quietness, her trembling hands cupped his face.."Did I not do it well?"

he smirked deviously.. his eyes, quintessence.. his breath warm and his arms around her waist..

"You satisfied me even more",

she blushed, shyly, still sitting on him and his body inside her, when he moved her body became quickly aware of it and she gradually pulled up..

"You look worried Roman, what can I do?"

"I don't want you to worry about me, I'm a man".

"No, don't.. don't.. don't tell me not to worry... you're not fine"....

"I wanna talk to you about something, I don't want you to feel bad".

she smiled broadly, pained... what ever it was.. what ever he should let it go she wasn't going to attack him anymore.. "What ever it is, just say it.. I won't dare get angry".