You're everything I've ever wanted
Maker’s breath she was an amazing woman. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t keep her out of his thoughts; the way she walked, the way she wielded a sword, so full of confidence.
And when she bent over, the leather skirt of her armor…
His pulse quickened. Maker forgive me.
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The rose twirled in between her fingers, a sweet, simple gesture.
She looked up at him with a crooked smile. Who knew that such men existed? And this one had chosen her. His callused hands reached up and held the sides of her face. She closed her eyes as he pressed his warm lips hard against hers.
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From behind her came the gentle touch of his hands on her shoulders. She felt a breath followed by a soft kiss on the base of her neck. She shivered slightly and rolled her head back on to templar’s chest. His hands moved down her arms as his mouth slowly made its way up the curve of her neck.
Please don’t stop.
One final lingering kiss behind her ear and he rested his head against hers, holding her tightly.
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He thrust deeply into her and she arched her back, moaning his name between ragged breaths. Her legs wrapped around his waist, he pulled her hips closer. He watched as her chest heaved with each forward movement. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, one last gasp. As the world spun, time seemed to stop.
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They lay side by side in the tent, his head against her chest. He listened to the thud of her heart and felt her silent breaths. Eventually a sigh escaped from her lips.
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “It won’t always be like this you know. The Blight will end and we’ll have normal lives, well, as normal as we can.” He kissed her on the cheek before laying his head against her smooth skin. “We’ll get through this together.”
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The world seemed to have descended into chaos. Fires burned in the once bustling streets. Fort Drakon loomed in the distance, barely visible through the smoke and waves of heat. The archdemon was there and soon this would all be over.
Give me strength to do what I must.
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There was the familiar touch of a finger running down the length of her spine, lingering on the small of her back before tracing her hip bone. She let out a contented sigh and smiled.
Eyes wide open; she started up in bed, it was just a dream.
But it felt so real…
Except it couldn’t be, now she was alone.
And when she bent over, the leather skirt of her armor…
His pulse quickened. Maker forgive me.
----------*----------
The rose twirled in between her fingers, a sweet, simple gesture.
She looked up at him with a crooked smile. Who knew that such men existed? And this one had chosen her. His callused hands reached up and held the sides of her face. She closed her eyes as he pressed his warm lips hard against hers.
----------*----------
From behind her came the gentle touch of his hands on her shoulders. She felt a breath followed by a soft kiss on the base of her neck. She shivered slightly and rolled her head back on to templar’s chest. His hands moved down her arms as his mouth slowly made its way up the curve of her neck.
Please don’t stop.
One final lingering kiss behind her ear and he rested his head against hers, holding her tightly.
----------*----------
He thrust deeply into her and she arched her back, moaning his name between ragged breaths. Her legs wrapped around his waist, he pulled her hips closer. He watched as her chest heaved with each forward movement. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, one last gasp. As the world spun, time seemed to stop.
----------*----------
They lay side by side in the tent, his head against her chest. He listened to the thud of her heart and felt her silent breaths. Eventually a sigh escaped from her lips.
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “It won’t always be like this you know. The Blight will end and we’ll have normal lives, well, as normal as we can.” He kissed her on the cheek before laying his head against her smooth skin. “We’ll get through this together.”
----------*----------
The world seemed to have descended into chaos. Fires burned in the once bustling streets. Fort Drakon loomed in the distance, barely visible through the smoke and waves of heat. The archdemon was there and soon this would all be over.
Give me strength to do what I must.
----------*----------
There was the familiar touch of a finger running down the length of her spine, lingering on the small of her back before tracing her hip bone. She let out a contented sigh and smiled.
Eyes wide open; she started up in bed, it was just a dream.
But it felt so real…
Except it couldn’t be, now she was alone.