alypoo

He adored you.

More than he should.

Now, he was yours.

Your protector. Your shadow. The blade that would never waver in its defense of you.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he muttered, his voice strained as his lips pressed against the delicate skin of your throat.

Sylus was a vast field of flowers—each moment with him blossomed into something beautiful, something bright. And you would cherish every second, knowing he would always be there, holding you close in the most tender way.

"I've waited so long for this," he breathed against your skin, voice rough with desire. "For you. For the chance to worship this beautiful body of yours."