“It is I who will never let you go,” Artair said with a kiss, soft, gentle, and tempting.
They took their time undressing each other, kissing as they went. Each lingered along favorite spots, so it took a long lazy time to undress completely, and when they finally did, they settled naked into each other’s arms.
They kissed as if for the first time and lingered in the exquisite beauty of its sweet innocence. And laughed like new lovers eager to continue exploring. Then they began to touch, discovering each other for the first time as husband and wife and cherishing the joy of it.
They didn’t rush, not once. Not even as their passion consumed them. It was as if they intended to treasure each and every moment and remember it always. When they finally joined, it was with an exquisite slowness that drove them both wildly mad until neither could prevent the other from exploding in a blinding climax that left them completely spent.
Later, tucked beneath the blanket and wrapped around each other, with sleep not far off, Artair whispered in her ear, “You have bewitched me from the start.”
She laughed softly and snuggled against him. “Maybe so, Highlander, but it is you who have kept me under your spell.”