His lips touched her, drifting over her shoulder, her neck, trailing kisses across her skin, fiery lips pressed gently into her throat. She stilled a shiver and held herself straight and haughty, though the wind itself was in his kiss.
He watched her, daring her. His eyes drank in every inch of her; his gaze the look of a man barely restraining himself, from pressing her back against the tree and claiming her beauty bare with his kiss.
Come with me, my wildling fae, he whispered, his voice a slow purr. Come with me, let our hearts find the music of the night, let our lips find each other.
His eyes laughed into hers, bright sky teasing endless ocean, as his fingertips again caressed lightly across the back of her neck.
Gypsy fae, come and taste the wind.
I desire you. Woman of fire, with your fae heart, with your wildness and your dance in the rain. I desire you, woman of ocean, with your deep love, with a soul as old as mine.
I desire you. Woman of intelligence, with deep thoughts, with wisdom and brilliance. I desire you, woman of humour, of wit, of language and stories that burn within you.
I desire you. Woman of beauty, with sea-gazing eyes, with wine-deep lips, with graceful hands and delicious feet. I desire you, woman of curves that delight my eyes, of skin that seems to draw my lips.
I desire you. Woman whose soul sings to mine, woman more beautiful than any other. You are my greatest want, my heart’s desire, the one my soul dreams of. You are my yearned-for. With every step I take, with every smallest inch I grow, I want you more, and more fully; I love you more, and more fully. I swear by desert sands and mystical forests, by every burning star. I swear by every future, summer nights on wave-touched sand with you, winter eves with you warm against me, autumn sunsets with you and I dancing slow, spring mornings greeting you with gentle kisses. I swear by every smile you have brought to my lips, by every day you have brightened, and by every day that I want with you. By all these things and more, I swear I will never relent until you are mine, in all your glorious love and beauty and wonder. I will love you without end, woman of my desire.
Sleep is tracking me down, trailing my footsteps, but I cannot give in to it yet, I cannot lose myself in it. I am chasing too, my heart questing after a wild, fae love. My voice is lost, with calling, with the words of my love for her, but I will never cease showing her, if not with my voice then with my gentle hands, my strong arms, my tender lips. My heart is hers, and I will never relent until she is mine, until I can love her forever, as a man loves, cherishes, protects, delights, joys in, the woman he loves. Deeper than the the deepest canyon I love her, and I will press my love in soft kisses on her skin and soft words into her ears. I will show my love in the strength of my heart and the gentleness of my soul towards her. I will love her with every breath of my lungs and every beat of my heart, and I will not rest until she is safe in my arms. I am the man who loves her. I am the man whose eyes gaze into her own, and see every depth in their blue oceans. And she is the woman I love above all, the woman I cherish more than life. She is the woman I love.