Watching

I feel the pressure of his stare as it rakes over my body, the heat of his golden eyes, ever watchful, ever trailing, ever wondering. He is my protector, the guardian of my life and of my heart. He is my all.

I watch him watch me, and I, too, wonder about the thoughts swirling behind guarded eyes. I want to know his desires, want to know he truly covets me as I covet him. Questions remain unanswered, desires unchecked, unacknowledged, unrequited. For now, we watch, our eyes caressing each other's bodies the way our hands so long to do.

Waiting

The irresistible scent of her wafts over me as a gentle breeze rustles her locks, causing them to tease my face, caress my skin. She thinks resistance is easy for me, doubts my reasons for postponing that one moment we both want so much. She doesn't know the effect her body, her soft lips, her intoxicating smell has on me. I lay next to her night after night, watching her sleep, fantasizing open-eyed about the day when clothes will no longer separate us, when her nakedness will warm me with the friction of our movements. When she will be mine.

Wanting

I raise her leg, resting her thigh over my hip, longing, no needing to feel her warm and tight against me. I know I should stop, now. Right now. But the idea of having her, of finally claiming her is too tempting; tonight, her body is more tempting than her blood or her scent.

He pulled me closer to him, making me fully aware how much he wants this, how ready he is to have me, and I moan as desire, anticipation, raw need wash over me.

They break apart, gasping for breath, fumbling for control, left wanting once again.