bone. How she loved him, her heart forming feelings that there were no existing words for, no way to express, so deep and powerful they resonated within.
After what seemed like an impossibly long time, his body relaxed. The waves subsided to be replaced by an aura of intense calm. The feel of her under him, now a part of him, called to his spirit in a loving whisper. You are the one .
Her relaxing metabolism granted the mercy of not being pleasured to death, and her whole being was suffused with an incredible glow, an inner warmth that was born of their passion. She was utterly spent and her spirit soared with him on top of her. Whatever magic this was, she didn't want it to end.
He looked down into her eyes, taking the weight off of her by using his hands to prop himself up. He stayed inside and loved the connection he felt. Her eyes found his, locked gazes with a total understanding that words could not describe. He touched her nose with his, rubbed a moment, then lowered his lips for a fiery kiss. She returned the passionate lip dance, eyes half closed and barely focused, glazed by the pure power of what they unleashed together.
“I love you,” he seriously told her. He meant it and she finally felt it.
“I love you too,” she replied, the musical words flowing in a huskier tone. She hugged him again, tighter than ever before. She buried her lips into his shoulder a moment, rocking him for a few seconds. Surprised at the strength of her affection, he gladly returned the happy hug, then when they released each other, they ended up side by side with interlocked legs. Eyes filled with passion and sharing their afterglow, they regarded each other in pure joy. She loved his chiseled features and he adored her exotic beauty.
She pressed her forehead against his suddenly, noses almost touching with both hands framing his face, and whispered, “Lord Za'Ryan of House Ven'Krue, will you marry me?”
His ice blue eyes twinkled while love and excitement danced together across his features, and his own hands framed her face and he whispered back, hoping he used the words in the right order. “I will gladly marry you, Lady Myra of House Ven'Krue, with all my heart, soul and body.” Then they kissed and their passion reignited with shocking ease. It was a long time before they could bring themselves to stop.
The next morning, they watched the sunrise together behind their home while holding each other. Just as it was half risen on the horizon, she said her vows. “Lord Za'Ryan, from this moment on, you're my husband, my mate, my soul and nothing but death can come between us. I enter House Ven'Krue of my free will and will be everything and anything you want me to be.”
Now it was his turn, as she explained to him the previous night after another passionate round of love making. “Lady Myra, from this moment on, you're my wife, my mate, my soul and nothing but death may come between us. I accept you into House Ven'Krue with my blessings and I will provide everything and anything you wish me to.”
They held onto each other until the sun broke free of the horizon on its journey upwards, the symbolic start of a new marriage with her people. He highly approved actually, though his own people would have done this differently, he was sure. Keeping it to her culture made it feel complete for her. He wouldn't have it any other way as he felt complete as well. Slightly less than a year, and the woman who overcame her fear of the unknown, found him and offered assistance through compassion was now his loving wife. He felt light-headed, almost dizzy with happiness.
It was here he wrote off his past completely, satisfied with his current life and the building of new memories that were filled with promise. Even if he learned he had a family elsewhere, recalled everything there was, he couldn't leave her. Whatever his past personality had been was mostly buried and he was glad for it. He felt he always lived a good life, that he
After what seemed like an impossibly long time, his body relaxed. The waves subsided to be replaced by an aura of intense calm. The feel of her under him, now a part of him, called to his spirit in a loving whisper. You are the one .
Her relaxing metabolism granted the mercy of not being pleasured to death, and her whole being was suffused with an incredible glow, an inner warmth that was born of their passion. She was utterly spent and her spirit soared with him on top of her. Whatever magic this was, she didn't want it to end.
He looked down into her eyes, taking the weight off of her by using his hands to prop himself up. He stayed inside and loved the connection he felt. Her eyes found his, locked gazes with a total understanding that words could not describe. He touched her nose with his, rubbed a moment, then lowered his lips for a fiery kiss. She returned the passionate lip dance, eyes half closed and barely focused, glazed by the pure power of what they unleashed together.
“I love you,” he seriously told her. He meant it and she finally felt it.
“I love you too,” she replied, the musical words flowing in a huskier tone. She hugged him again, tighter than ever before. She buried her lips into his shoulder a moment, rocking him for a few seconds. Surprised at the strength of her affection, he gladly returned the happy hug, then when they released each other, they ended up side by side with interlocked legs. Eyes filled with passion and sharing their afterglow, they regarded each other in pure joy. She loved his chiseled features and he adored her exotic beauty.
She pressed her forehead against his suddenly, noses almost touching with both hands framing his face, and whispered, “Lord Za'Ryan of House Ven'Krue, will you marry me?”
His ice blue eyes twinkled while love and excitement danced together across his features, and his own hands framed her face and he whispered back, hoping he used the words in the right order. “I will gladly marry you, Lady Myra of House Ven'Krue, with all my heart, soul and body.” Then they kissed and their passion reignited with shocking ease. It was a long time before they could bring themselves to stop.
The next morning, they watched the sunrise together behind their home while holding each other. Just as it was half risen on the horizon, she said her vows. “Lord Za'Ryan, from this moment on, you're my husband, my mate, my soul and nothing but death can come between us. I enter House Ven'Krue of my free will and will be everything and anything you want me to be.”
Now it was his turn, as she explained to him the previous night after another passionate round of love making. “Lady Myra, from this moment on, you're my wife, my mate, my soul and nothing but death may come between us. I accept you into House Ven'Krue with my blessings and I will provide everything and anything you wish me to.”
They held onto each other until the sun broke free of the horizon on its journey upwards, the symbolic start of a new marriage with her people. He highly approved actually, though his own people would have done this differently, he was sure. Keeping it to her culture made it feel complete for her. He wouldn't have it any other way as he felt complete as well. Slightly less than a year, and the woman who overcame her fear of the unknown, found him and offered assistance through compassion was now his loving wife. He felt light-headed, almost dizzy with happiness.
It was here he wrote off his past completely, satisfied with his current life and the building of new memories that were filled with promise. Even if he learned he had a family elsewhere, recalled everything there was, he couldn't leave her. Whatever his past personality had been was mostly buried and he was glad for it. He felt he always lived a good life, that he
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