<span style="font-family:Righteous">For the longest while, it had probably been questionable whether or not Ian actually intended to take control of the evening and make sure that he was actually able to enjoy himself. After all, when men bought a night with one of Emmett’s omegas, they usually were intending to pursue their own pleasure above everything else that might come out of the evening. Not many of the women were used to anything else and if, by odd chance, they did get something else, it usually didn’t last. Although Ian may have seemed like a potential oddball, he still did have his own pleasure on his mind and once he had pushed her down onto the bed, it became more apparent. <br/>
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His hands ran through her brilliant red hair and he continued to kiss her. He kissed her for longer than his breath could last, but he didn’t care. The whole goal of this kiss, as he pinned her on the bed - still fully clothed - was to take <i>her</i> breath away. Ian kissed her until he succeeded. <br/>
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Then he pulled away and brought his lips to the side. Nibbling at her earlobe - playfully in a way - he whispered, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">“Ease into it. We are lovers, you and I. We met a few months ago and things have moved quite quickly between us.”</span> Ian’s words were almost hypnotic as he began to set the scene for them. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">“It’s not a particularly special night. In fact, it’s utterly normal, but I just got home to you and this sudden urge washes over me. I want you. You’ve always wanted me. It’s part of love.”</span> <br/>
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Everything about the situation he described was normal and quite common for him in his past relationships. He just wanted one of those nights that actually ended well. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">“I’m going to be gentle with you, Fynn,”</span> he continued, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">“unless you ask me not to be.”</span> And he meant that. It came off in the way that he was breathing, in the way his heart rate was constant throughout the words. <br/>
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Ian’s hands slipped down to the edges of her minidress and pulled her skirt up a bit, giving his fingers more access to the fun things. He glided touches along the insides of her thighs while his lips teased at her neck and glided down her chest, kissing her cleavage. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">“I’ll take care of you, and then you’ll take care of me,”</span> he further explained. That was how love was supposed to work, after all. He didn’t care that someone tending her needs might be completely new to her. He just wanted the fantasy he was weaving. <br/>
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While he continued to weave it, his hands glided over her nether lips, curious about whether or not she wore further fabric that he would have to work through.</span>