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I will follow you down wherever you go
I am, baby, I'm bound to you and you know
In Silvermoon, the silence in the elegant home’s parlor was broken by the clearing of a throat. Alexielle looked up from her stitching and looked at her husband, who sat across from her with papers in his hand, his blue eyes shifting from side to side, focused on the information. For a moment, she stared at him, her stitching gently falling onto her lap, admiring him. Her lips curled into a smile as she placed her stitching on the table before her. With her particular grace, she rose from the seat, her light-golden dress cascading toward the floor and flowing behind her with each step she took.
At first, she appeared to walk toward her husband, but instead, she passed his seat, with her long fingers caressing his neck as she walked by. He looked up, glancing to the side with an unmistakable smile. She didn’t see it, but she didn’t have to; she knew it was there. The moment was brief, and while he returned to his work, still smiling, she stopped at the wall, leaning back as she stared at him again. Her lips pursed as she smiled. It took so much to fight the desire of having her hands all over his blonde hair; all over him.
Closer, pull me in tight.
I wanna be yours…
and my heart beats…
Alexielle tilted her head back and stifled a giggle before pushing herself off the wall. One more touch, she thought. Just one more and I won’t bother him again. She walked toward his seat once again, like an ethereal creature gliding across the floor. Passing beside his seat, she was about to touch his neck again when his hand shot up and grabbed her wrist. She gasped, but she knew better than to sneak up on him again. He gently tugged at her hand toward his lips, kissing it as he looked up at her. Their eyes connected and never broke. It didn’t take much to entice her onto his lap and as she took her place, his paperwork floated onto the ground.
She stared at him. In the intimacy of their home, she saw him for who he was: a human, whose eyes glimmered like the ocean, and whose face was bearing signs of experience. And yet, there was an elegance about him. His charm went beyond his words and actions. Alexielle lifted her hand and touched his cheek, knowing only too well that he would close his eyes to her touch. Her fingers trailed along his jaw, her thumb across his lips, caressing a face that not many knew for he was always shrouded.
But not to her. He was entirely hers.
Like the empires of the world unite, we are alive
and the stars make love to the universe
You’re my wildfire every single night…
And then he opened his eyes. She recognized that look; he was wanting, he was hungry. She felt his arms wrap around her and she succumbed to his embrace willingly. Throwing her head back, blonde locks tumbling beneath her, she welcomed his kiss along her neck and when she lifted herself toward him, her lips knew exactly where to meet his. Their bodies reacted to each embrace, each touch, each caress. Their senses responded to each whisper they gave, spilling admissions of love and desire.
With no one else at home, it wasn’t long until the halls were filled with their feverous echoes.
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