<span style="color: #FFBF40"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">House of Delecroix</span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;">Castle Devona</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/16aaa03c-d70c-49d0-833d-aa82d7697d9f_zpsf037c19c.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Sir Abel M. Delecroix</span></span></div></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40">"Oh you hush, woman. You know that isn't true at all,"</span>Abel said, pulling her head gently back to face him.<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "I could wait because you are something worth waiting for. I'd rather not spoil it with impatience,"</span>he was towering over her, a good few inches taller than she was, and he kept her close despite the fact the music had long ended.<span style="color: #FFBF40">"I promise little convincing will be needed if it is you, Martine,"</span>he said with a devious smirk, his hands moving boldly across her. One on the small of her back, and the other a little lower, but not quite inappropriate. He remained toeing the line, pleased with the dark blush that grew across Martine's cheeks.<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "You keep twisting my words, and you know it you little minx. If you keep pulling me around so boldly, it may be that you end up married and with child sooner than you expect. I can only hold my desires for so long, after all--and I've never met a woman I've desired more." </span><br/><br/>It was clear to him that Martine kept pushing the boundaries so boldly, and he was very willing to push right back. With her words he knew that he wouldn't want any other and she had sealed her fate quite solidly to him. He would never be content with another woman and he desperately hoped she realized that--as he would never marry any other than her. God forbid her father or she backed out, as he knew it would be a lonely life ahead of him if that happened.<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "You play a dangerous game, Martine--but I wonder if that is verily your intention...?"</span>he had leaned in closer, leaning over to where his lips were just hovering near ear, voice a low and husky whisper.