She is at his side finally after endless nights of watching the moon grow fat and then disappear all together. But on this night they are painted like marbled Greek deities under the careful silver eye. Her breath on his skin stirs the feral need but he only pulls her closer to him with the thickness of his neck around her own. She continues to speak and he listens for she is the only voice he hears or would ever care to actually listen to.
The stallion says nothing about testing his patience for it is true. He had contemplated their future, his existence in her life for he sometimes felt like a flame that was to be extinguished by her breath, gone.
But-
He is hopeful as she continues, her acknowledgement of her position and of his lightens a bit of dread that shackles around his heart like heavy rusted bands. She was the key to relieve him of their weight. "Perhaps Isobell." He agrees with the repetition of her words, his voice low and rasped by the lack of use. Lior reserved most of his words for the iron queen though he catches his breath audibly in his throat as she presses a trail with her lips up his neck. The urge, the savage need, echoes loudly in his head but he bites back as he could almost swear he would break under the weight of his affection...but she says it...
She says what he has felt from the moment he had seen her in the field and every day there after. She says what he reads across her face, what he has felt under the moonlight. She finally says what he has yearned for years to say but never dared utter for he did not want to break her concentration and compromise all she had built for Nerine, for them.
"I love you too, Nayl." He whispers the words as he turns to pull her close so they their bodies touch and he can kiss every inch of skin that he could reach before clutching her close under the silk of the moon glow and pressing his lips to her own in a bold gesture that he does not care to hide any longer...loving the painted mare with every fiber of his entire dark being for as long as she would allow him.
The stallion says nothing about testing his patience for it is true. He had contemplated their future, his existence in her life for he sometimes felt like a flame that was to be extinguished by her breath, gone.
But-
He is hopeful as she continues, her acknowledgement of her position and of his lightens a bit of dread that shackles around his heart like heavy rusted bands. She was the key to relieve him of their weight. "Perhaps Isobell." He agrees with the repetition of her words, his voice low and rasped by the lack of use. Lior reserved most of his words for the iron queen though he catches his breath audibly in his throat as she presses a trail with her lips up his neck. The urge, the savage need, echoes loudly in his head but he bites back as he could almost swear he would break under the weight of his affection...but she says it...
She says what he has felt from the moment he had seen her in the field and every day there after. She says what he reads across her face, what he has felt under the moonlight. She finally says what he has yearned for years to say but never dared utter for he did not want to break her concentration and compromise all she had built for Nerine, for them.
"I love you too, Nayl." He whispers the words as he turns to pull her close so they their bodies touch and he can kiss every inch of skin that he could reach before clutching her close under the silk of the moon glow and pressing his lips to her own in a bold gesture that he does not care to hide any longer...loving the painted mare with every fiber of his entire dark being for as long as she would allow him.
I want you to remember