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A soft gasp passed those pale red lips at the feeling of Edward’s loving kisses. Elsa’s legs belonged to the most sensitive parts of her body, after all. And nobody would have been allowed to touch them — nobody but her impresario, the one who gave her her beloved limbs back. His affections only proved the seriousness of his words. “I will give you everything too, maestro. All I can give, I will give to you.” The blonde could not help but smile as she watched each of the gentleman’s movements. She reached out her hand to caress his cheek gently and shut her eyes for a moment, enjoying his kisses silently. Oh, her heart would have pounded madly now, that was for sure. “All I have ever wanted was — to be loved…” 

“You told me once, you had ‘such beautiful legs’. You were not making an idle boast.” He set it down and smiled up at her, almost a little shy. He had never once been so intimate with a woman, nor so bold. “You are loved, dearest one. I have loved you, and for some time.” Perhaps he was as foolish as a boy then, but he had never allowed himself to feel such a lightness. He almost felt dizzy! “You will give me everything, then? Will you give me a kiss?” Edward teased with something of a coy smile turning up at his lips.

His words were balsam to her soul. They made her smile brightly and caused a warm feeling around her chest. "Where have you been all my life, Liebling?,” Elsa asked quietly, although the answer was clear. But she thought, if she had met him earlier, things would have been different – better. Her hand on his cheek caressed it gently and she leaned in at his questions, so that their lips almost touched. She shut her eyes lightly, but stopped before they could kiss once again. Playfully, the diva shook her head and pulled it back slightly, her hand remaining on his cheek. The wide smile turned into a small, nearly cheeky smirk, but she never opened her eyes. “No, no. Come and get what you want.”