He wanted her, right here, right now, and the depth of his longing was laid bare in the intensity of his eyes.
He wanted her, more than anything, right at this moment.
Still tender from her minor injuries, Iris gently pushed away Theo's advances. "Theo, I don't think I can," she murmured, her voice a blend of apology and resolve. She could see the longing in his eyes, she missed him as well, she missed his kisses, his touching and he whispered in her ears…and it was hard for her to deny him, but she knew her body wasn't ready for it.
Theo responded with a soft kiss on Iris' lips, looking at her with deep affection. "We're not in a rush. We'll wait until you're better, or whenever you want, I am always here for your service, my princess." he said, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead with a featherlight touch, his eyes crinkling with a smile.
