Each movement, slow and loving, built up on the building intensity the vantha felt surging within her. Looking up at the tanned face above her, framed by golden hair, Khiara's breathing intensified as his pace increased. Vanator's kiss only stoaked her further, and with almost desperate pssion she kissed him back, groaning against his mouth as a shiver ran down her spine. Trailing her lips across his cheek as he leaned down against her ear, the young woman pushed her hands up into his hair, holding him close as he whispered to her. Goosebumps rose on her olive skin and the sound of her delight rose slightly. Pressing her lips to his shoulder and neck, the vantha spoke breathlessly.
"I love you, Goddess, I do. If someone could...have told me so long ago...that I could let myself be happy again...then I would walk Mizahar a thousand times over. You saved my heart, my life." Groaning, she lay her head back against the pillows, eyes closed, breathing heavy. Her hands tightened in his hair as the crest continued to rise.
"Vanator..." She breathed, voice belaying a tone of almost suprise. The sensations running through her were almost overwhelming. Instinctivly, Khiara curled a leg slightly over his own, and with a moan she lifted her head again, moving her hands to his cheeks to guide him to her mouth. Pressing her lips against his own, the brunette drew him in, urgent and intense.