He can feel her.
No where in this world or the next would he never be able to feel the beat of her steady heart.
Castile, a find boy, has grown tall and strong with his father's steely resolve and his mother's fiery blood. Lior is incredibly proud of his first born. Isobell, his little girl forever and always, is off with her kelpie spouse just south of here (he would pay a much needed visit soon). The other girls, Mist and Valera, were not far off as Lior had called them home now. Only one thing had been missing...
She is a striking image of beauty, no...more beautiful, just as when he had first laid shy eyes upon her. An image of strength and desire wrapped so perfect up in a goddess' body that pulled at every fiber of his making. There was nothing he would not do for his queen. Hunt, slaughter, or war were not something unfeasible at the whim of the painted mare that he would not pursue.
And now his silver-white eyes are blessed by her flawless features, calling him 'her love' and speaking of missing him. The man waits for not a moment longer before he has swept her up against the curl of his larger body to encompass her tightly with his bulk and pressing fevered kisses against her cheeks, lashes and lips. He is hungry, ravenous for her nearness, but he won't apologize for it...but he would apologize for his absence.
"My love, my Queen, I am sorry I have been gone." The words are a rumble of distant thunder that he captures against the curve of her jaw. He knows he should be more careful and more delicate but dammit it to hell and the heavens, he loved this woman and did not care if his rawness was distasteful.
Fuck them all.
Lior does not break away but instead drapes his head over the arch of the woman's neck to he may tuck his head close to the beat of her heated blood like a loyal hound, begging for her attention. He could not bear her to be from him any longer, and would prove his loyal as her guard still now and always.