(Two weeks later)
Erriador's wind blew awfully chilly. Unfortunate species away from their abode cursed their fate, wishing they were home.
On the other realm, the two lovers laid there warm, cozied up in each other's embrace, in each one's sole haven.
Their spirits flared and flew. Narrating a tale, Making hearts palpilate. Numbing veins, uniting souls.
For they were made to be one.
How fortunate were those who could love.
Those who were in love,
Those who were loved.
"Rhett, do you see a future with me?"
Neva suddenly asked, threading eyes with the man snuggling up to her.
"I've already even thought about our children's name." The man so in love chuckled.
And it made butterflies in her belly swirl and churn.
He seized Neva's rosy lips. Sheepish Neva parted away, only to be kissed lustily again.
The lovers were bundled up on Rhett's bed.
Nearby a frosty window, reflecting, adorning gleaming city lights. Neva parted their swollen lips, stopping him for a breath.
"You like children?" Neva murmured, a little out of air. Still bewildered at the mention of children.
"Hmm. I don't really, like them. But with you; I'd love my own." Rhett smiled, stealing a peck from her lips, colouring Neva's cheeks a crimson red.
"You are heartachingly cute Angel." Rhett poked her reddening cheeks, grinning bright.
Neva buried inside the duvet, puzzled by the way this man could make her feel so dizzy, having her heart quivering and the insides tingling.
Rhett peeled away the duvet, exposing his gorgeous Neva. He kissed her delicate forehead, down her closed lids. He with an abscence of consciousness, moved above her warming body. Her glossy eyes tangled with his burning orbs.
He travelled down her perfect, straight nose and along her fair, scarlet, glowing cheeks.
Neva breathed heavily, her hands trailing up his broad shoulders, to his soft, fluffy hair, her fingers weaving his locks, moulding his scalp.
Rhett kissed her v shaped chin and unrush on such invigorating neck. His wet smooches, leaving dews, an avenue of his love and lust on the lover's delicate skin.
He peered up at her, her fingers tightening the grip she has on his hair. Eyes steady on her veiled lids. "Look at me Neva," he breathed out heavily.
She unveiled her eyes, gazes in a bond. He kissed her on the lips. He tore away the warmth, his bottom lips, still glued to her on her own nether ones, he gently brushed along her chin, her gliding neck, down her chest.
His longing, desirous eyes on her unsteady, blurry eyeballs.
Peripatetically moving aloft, she felt feverish, her eyes closed tight in shame at the strange heat on her core. He lifted himself, tasting her sweet strawberry rims once more.
"You drive me insane Neva. I think I might go really mad." He laughed sonorously, almost panting.
His vision foggy, from this intense passion, yearning, craving for the woman, his woman beneath him.
She set fire to his every notion of love.
He connected their foreheads, he wanted Neva to know, how intensity was ablaze in the deep.
He wanted her so bad, it was agonizing. He wanted her closer, closer than ever. And so he kissed her once more, loving, gentle and passionate. And, gradually, slowly the air was warner, their bodies burning to be one.
The motion of their love, slowly, painfully intensifying. He wished to calm the howling turmoil, thrashing his soul.
Sensing him so ferocious, upping the level of sexual desire. She felt him sneakily, slid his hands inside her sweater.
He stroked the sensitive of her waist, causing Neva gasp and arch her back from the sensation.
He ran his hand up her back, lifting her form a little, he kisses her deep, a hand cupping her chin. He's forgetting the need to breathe.
Sensing him so desiring, assuming the scene it may lead to, Neva gently untangled her hands encircled around his neck. Moving to his chest, she gently pushed him away.
"I–It's too soon for that Rhett," flustered Neva declared, catching her breath. She hoped, he would have her calmly, gradually. Hearts throbbing alarmingly. They were both, fighting for air to fill the drout, hoover lungs.
"When will it be not so soon anymore?" Rhett asked, swallowing, forehead connected to her own heated ones.
"Is untill marriage okay?" Neva asked.
Rhett immediately raised his head and looked down at a shy Neva. His heart skipping a beat.
She thought of marrying him?
He brightly smiled, kissing her lips. And connected the foreheads once again.
He was drowning with this overwhelming emotions tingling each inch of his body. He never knew anyone could ever evoke such different flavours of love at the same time.
"Okay." Rhett kissed gently her forehead, soothingly. Still grinning, euphoric.
He attempted his best to hush his thumping nerves. He dropped his weight on her.
He held her, nuzzling his face on the crook of her neck.
Leaving Neva melting by his passionately endearing personality.
"Can we sleep together today Angel?"
Rhett probed in a muffled voice, still layed over her fragile body.
She never allowed Rhett to ever sleep the night together. It was even the first time she agreed to visit his bedroom.
He met her eyes, letting her sight on the begging face. It surely made her push away her anxious thoughts.
"We can." With Neva's assurance, Rhett smiled delighted. He slid down beside, wrapping her up as though, he wished to fusion their flesh together.
Forever living as one.
Unhurriedly, they both drifted off, bidding the sweet night, a farewell.