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there are times, though they are rare, that elizabeth is giving and willing to do as her lover pleases. and with his honest suggestion put forth, she finally presses her lips to donovan’s own and hums into the gesture. he’s chosen well, and she wants him to know that.   ❛ dinner sounds wonderful… will you be cooking, or will it be a night to order in? ❜   hands glide up along his chest one last time only for arms to wrap loosely about his neck to tighten their embrace. she DOES love him, and that much even donovan knows, but elizabeth is far too blind to her own feelings to know. 

      Although she did say that the ball was in his court, Donovan still wasn’t quick to believe it — not entirely, anyway. Perhaps she was giving him the freedom of choice, but he knew that he was still her toy; obedient and built to serve and cater to her every desire. Not that he would have it any other way, of course. Alas, bearing all of that in mind, he made sure to verbally approach the situation accordingly and to the best of his ability. “You know what, babe? I think I am going to leave the decision up to you. What would you prefer?” The question left his lips softly, bringing his hand up to gently stroke her cheekbone with his thumb — admiring the immense beauty that she possessed. “I’m fine with whatever. All I really want is to be the only thing that has your attention tonight.“