Colin quietly stood above the extinguished flames at his feet, making sure the last embers had gone out. Kyra had gone for a walk, ensuring him that she would make any decisions on her own, though Colin knew that to be a lie. While he made lists, it was Kyra who always had done the planning; Colin simply made sure that, no matter what her plans were, he would know that they were prepared. Though, of course, he had no lists for this. Hw had no idea how to prepare.
As Colin watched the final speck of red burn out within the small pile of ash, he ran his hand threw his hair, exasperated. He had slept for so long, yet felt exhausted now, forced into a dramatic, emotion-altering mindset. He looked over to where Kyra had started off, slowly walking off in the same direction, hoping to catch up, maybe.
Despite the tree having its share of beasts, there wasn't much of anything to fear, as long as you avoided the grellkin, anyway. Colin had known from his first visit, however, where they were, as well as the small settlements of furbolgs, and he easily made his way down south, unworried.
That wasn't exactly true, though. He did worry. Worried for his future, worried for the lover he was now pursuing, worried for his own health. As much as he wanted to begin his own plan of attack, he did what he could to prevent himself from doing so; he certainly knew he was better at that than Kyra, anyway, though he had always enjoyed her foresight.
Walking slowly along the pathless grove of large trees, light grass, and the occasional dryad, Colin finally came across a small lake, his eyes following its still waters just long enough to find Kyra, sitting alone underneath a tree, her legs pulled up to her chest as she quietly shook, rhythmically.
Colin quietly approached her, cautiously, so as to not startle her, figuring he should probably say something before just appearing, "Hey."
Kyra's eyes gently peered over her arms, and even with that small exposure, Colin could tell how red her eyes were. He continued on toward her, sadly, falling to his knees beside her and simply holding onto her hand, as he couldn't manage a hug with her against the tree.
"I forgot," he spoke up quietly.
She sniffled, shaking her head, "It's fine. Vylira's only seen me cry once, but you still have her beat."
Colin smiled grimly, "It's not exactly a competition."
A quick laugh escaped Kyra's anguished face, followed by a shake of her head, "I know. I just didn't want to risk anybody else seeing me like this."
Leaning over to sit beside her, Colin retained her hand in his own, watching his thumb run back and forth against her soft skin, leaving thin streaks of white behind, only to see them elegantly shade back into pink quickly enough.
"I don't want you to go," Kyra confused, quietly, her face still hidden.
"What?" Colin replied, surprised.
He looked at her, knowing she could feel his gaze, though she didn't continue. Although shocked, Colin remained calm, simply digging his arm between her shoulder and the tree so that he could hold her. He pulled her into him, her face falling until his hand reach up to support it against his chest.
"Kyra, I want nothing more than to-"
"I can't have you dying," she cried out, suddenly, "I would rather have you for seventy years than have you die tomorrow."
Colin's face fell against Kyra's hair, his eyes staring off into the distance as he kissed her scalp, "I can't live knowing I promised you immortality. Promised you thousands of years by my side, and I can't keep it. I want to see you grow old. I want to see our children. I want to see how much the world goes by, and how little that matters when I have you with me."
His eyes fell toward her violet hair, sadly, pulling her head up, gently, to rest it back against his shoulder. Her eyes had been closed, but she opened them as she stared up into his own, unable to hold the tiny bits of starlight from rolling down her cheek. Colin pulled his opposite hand up, pulling a bit of his sleeve up into his fingers, slowly wiping her face as her eyes watched his face, so still and calm despite his future potentially crumbling around him.
He'd done the best he could do at focusing on her tears as he dapped his sleeve up a d down her cheek, but he couldn't resist his focus falling into her softly shining pair, his hand gradually pausing against her face. He'd only dried off the far side of her delicate skin, though now entranced by her endlessly swirling eyes, he couldn't help but pause and take in the sight.
Slowly, he allowed his head to lower itself, his lips stopping just under her eyes, gently kissing atop the trail of starlight that had worked its way down, slowly pulling back, only to return further down. It soon became tireless work as Kyra began to tear up once again as he worked, having fallen so in love with his lips that now seemed so distant. Everything about him seemed so much more so, now that his mortality was in question, and she couldn't stand it.
She spoke up, chokingly, as Colin's lips continued drying her now endless stream of tears, "I don't want to lose you."
Colin continued kissing at her now endless tears, despite there seeming to be no end in sight. Kyra sniffled as he dedicated himself, fully, to her, and hear hand ran up to reach behind his neck, gently.
"If you don't get my lips, they'll never stop," she spoke in a light whisper.
Without much thought, Colin's lips trailed hastily down her cheek before coming to her own lips, Kyra suddenly pulling on his neck, not wanting him to pull away for anything. Not that Colin would have chosen much different, his arms tightly clutching around Kyra's spry body, taking in her warmth which now seemed to radiate as she found herself more and more lost within his lips.
As Colin's neck was she'd of her hand, Kyra pulled back just slightly, though Colin wasn't about to allow himself to be denied her, and he quickly managed to latch his lips onto her neck, his face quickly following behind her. She wrapped her hands around his head as she shook, his lips following the trails they knew to take, having learned every inch of her body by now.
"W-We spent so much time living like humans," she managed to speak between gasps of succulent breath, "We forgot to live like night elves."
Colin didn't stop his worship, though managed to acknowledge her words by gently pulling her away from the tree, delicately resting her body against the ground without his lips leaving her skin for more than the shortest of seconds. His hands held onto the ground on either side of her to support himself, but Kyra's managed to remain around his heads.
One of her hands broke away and found its way toward his chest, pressing against his sturdy frame, her eyes staring up into the endless streams of branches and leaves above, "If I lose you, I don't know if I'll lose my heartbeat as well."
Colin's lips stopped, allowing his face to simply remain against the crook of her neck, still feeling the heat off of her skin from where his lips had worked, Kyra's voice continuing in a heart breaking cadence, "It won't ever beat in time with another."
Hearing her, Colin reached his hand up and around her head, pulling into his own neck, hearing the subtle whimpers of sadness by his ear before he spoke, lightly, "That mean that my heart beats alongside yours, as well."
He lowered her head as he pulled his own away, allowing their eyes to meet as he continued, "So I have to protect yours just as relentlessly as I protect my own."
As though his words had addressed her very core, Kyra's hand closed around his shirt, tugging him closer, submitting herself, once again, to his worship for the most supple inches of her skin. Continuing along her neck, he ran his lips in a rapturously slow pace up toward her jaw, crossing over and working toward her lips, her own pair accepting his readily as her eyes closed atop her tear-stained cheeks.
Steadily, Colin brought his knees up between either side of her, freezing up both hands, his newly hand quickly reaching up to join his other at her cheeks, the cold dirt having made his hand bite her cheek with a chill, only making his lips burn that much more until her skin began to heat his.
Breaking from his shirt, Kyra's hands reached up to grasp around his wrists supportively. His tongue started to lovingly lap at her lips, leaving her with her suddenly insatiable desires. Her lips only left his to close around his tongue, gently sucking on it before returning to his lips, not wanting to lose that delicate skin that had worshipped her so, and which she'd come to worship. As she heated up, her own tongue emerged, twirling around with its own mate, both of their senses beginning to dull before the magnitude at their mouths.
Kyra could barely even realize that Colin's hand was pulling away from her cheek. The sudden cold that replaced his warmth was what bit her awake, her hand following along at his wrist, knowing where he was headed without breaking free from his mouth's tender grasp. A soft moan hummed into Colin's mouth as his hand found its mark atop Kyra's breast, keeping it there, still, as if to tease her, though she remained still besides for the fluid motions of her lips.
A steady tingle began to run through her body, stemming from the warm hand that only lightly squeezed at her, just enough for her to realize, again, that it was there. Another moan; her hand remained at his wrist, but she brought the other to his hand, her fingers running between his, trying to move his hand to entice her further.
In a flash, however, Colin's head flew down, grasping a bother her hands, his fingers skillfully wrapping around fingers from both of hers, before hurriedly bringing them up above her head, locking them in place between his hand and the ground, leaving Kyra with an overwhelmingly deep moan from the submissive posture she now was forced to assume.
Sure enough, her legs began to squirm, tears beginning to form as Colin's hand was left free to do what it pleased. Enough with the teasing, his hand curiously ran down and underneath her shirt, lifting the thick fabric up her torso as it made a beeline for her supple chest, clutching its burning warm skin, easily the softest, most loving place Colin had ever found to bring against his own skin.
His mouth began to vibrate, heating up even further, as Kyra began to vocalize, louder and louder, despite desperately keeping her lips entangled with Colin's, trying whatever she could to find some sort of advantage, for he had her like putty in his hands. Were he to stop now, she was sure she would go mad with anticipation.
The more his hand moved atop of her, the more she moaned into his mouth. The more she found his bottom lip to suck on, desperately clinging onto her mind. His thumb ran across her nipple, forcing a sudden cry to escape her mouth as she instinctively pulled away due to the shock, leaving her there, beneath him, staring up into his eyes as her chest steadily rose up and down.
Colin's eyes worked their way down her form, examining her shapely body, unhindered by her arms. She seemed to flow, from her fluid hair to her elegantly formed torso, down to her nimble legs. His hand closed atop her pair, which she reciprocated as best she could, as he leaned down to kiss at her neck, finding the spot right in its crook before sucking there, lightly, his hand suddenly running in a circle atop her breast.
Kyra immediately gasped as her fingers clutched tightly against Colin's hand, her nails nearly digging into his skin before she began moaning aloud, the nerves within her neck firing like an electric current with each of supple grasp of his lips. Colin had learned to move up and down her neck and not to remain for long. She would always shiver if he allowed his bottom lip to slide just above her skin as he moved up closer to her jawline, catching the microscopic hairs that tickled a hundred nerve endings.
Colin's hand fell away from her breast unceremoniously, not bothering to pull her shirt down to cover her skin. His fingers above her began to press into the dirt beneath her hands as if preparing to brace him for what was sure to come. Kyra could tell as well, both from that, as well as his opposite hand sliding ever so delicately against the thin skin of her stomach.
She began to squirm as his index finger swirled around the center of her stomach, forcing a smile out of Colin as the slightest of hopeless whimpers escaped Kyra's lips as she turned her head away, "I can't help it. I'm so vulnerable with my hands up here."
Colin chuckled as his fingers went on, "You say that as if you're not the most adorable thing in the world right now."
Even in her heated state, Kyra managed an unwilling blush, keeping her head turned away, though Colin could now see her thinly quick breaths against the dark earth between each tuft of grass.
His finger slowed as he worked it atop her skin, falling toward her side and rubbing along the crick between her waist and hip, in love with that sweetest of curvatures upon her body. She squirmed around, his finger tickling at her, though in her impassioned state, it was simply more of a shock to her nervous system, causing her legs to wiggle around, one of her knees even pulled against Colin's back as it raised up, trying to find some sort of relief from the tension welling up with her.
Colin smirked as he lowered his head toward her's, giving a quick peck upon her lips as he looked into her reddened, starlit eyes, "How do you put up with me?"
Taking in a few more quick breaths, Kyra replied, weakly, "I hate the wait, but damn if I'm not enraptured by the sheer amount of worship you put toward my body."
Chuckling, Colin shook his head, bringing his free hand up to straighten out the few strands of hair that had found their way on top of her face, though he kept them near her lips, his voice echoing throughout their small spot upon this massive tree, "Open."
Kyra eyed him, more from embarrassment, unable to bring her hands down to resist. Colin simply held his two fingers against her chin, knowing she'd obey soon enough. Her eyes watered up, more so from anticipation; her resistance was mostly a game, despite how red her face had become.
She found it unfair how much their roles had reversed from how they should be; Colin the lascivious human whose lifespan dictated that he should seek that release every other second, and Kyra the much more prim, almost monastic in her level of such activity. Now, she could shudder with the right touch, and find her blood boiling with just the simplest of temptuous stares from her lover. Unfair, she thought, but not unfun. unamazing.
To that end, she solemnly acquiesced, her lips parting to allow Colin's fingers entry, his two digits held together as her lips encircled them, her tongue running down the groove that ran between them, swirling around their tips, working up the slightest bit of saliva as she sucked, knowing what was about to happen.
Colin had been just as worked up for a while, a fact not lost upon the person whose thighs had found him straddling. While she could feel his hardened mass, knowing him to be as horny as she was, it wasn't until she sucked upon his fingers, her eyes nearly closed, allowing her the slightest of gazes up at him, did she realize his own breath starting to quicken as he stared down at her, gently pulling his fingers in and out of her mouth as though wishing it were another part of his body.
With an audible "pop", he pulled his fingers from her mouth, her sultry eyes narrowed in anticipation as his hand disappeared down toward her stomach again. He adjusted himself before Kyra felt her slim pants suddenly expand, a foreign object snuggling up against her croth beneath the tug of the elastic.
In a split second, her entire body bolted up in shock, her hands nearly ripping from underneath Colin's, though he had prepared well. Her body forcibly submitted to his fingers- two objects of such massively minuscule importance, though they now shook her entire world to the core, made her very heart tremble, and forced her into a mindless pattern of quivers in between suddenly jolts to her muscles.
Colin ran his fingers in circles around her, not breaking eye contact with her, savoring each and every lustful shape of her face as she attempted to control her own nerves. His fingers ran down her slit, parting her lips before gently making their way inside of her, Kyra's nails digging into Colin hand as the buildup of pleasure suddenly burst atop of her, a loud groan of ecstasy escaping her lips as her other pair readily accepted Colin's own serving of ecstasy.
Kyra's legs quickly squeezed together, smushing Colin's hand together, though he continued along, running his fingers in and out of her, simply working with his knuckles as her legs bound his hand against her crotch. Luckily, he'd kept his hand in the proper place, and as his fingers followed along the succulently warm and tight folds and ridges within her, he was still able to run an edge of his finger against her spot, forcing her body to buck up, suddenly, her hands yanking against Colin's as her head lifted up amidst a rather loud cry of shocked pleasure, her eyes watching him, worriedly, through hazy vision.
Her teeth gritted together as she cringed with every move of his fingers, forcing her moans more into animalistic growls as Colin worked her, simply smirking as he went, his eyes switching from her deep eyes watching his hand to his body, which convulsed with every rub of her spot.
Her moans increased as she does toward orgasm, her tears welling up from the sheer amount of pleasure. Suddenly, her foot raised up, catching Colin at his chest, and suddenly pushing him back off of her, resulting in his hand following along as he fell backward on to the ground, sitting there, watching Kyra bringing her hands down to a more comfortable position, her body laying there, limp, as her torso rose and fall in exhaustion.
Colin watched her, confused, knowing she hadn't gotten off yet, though she started reaching for her shirt to pull it up and over her head, leaving Colin entranced as her hair fluttered up behind her before floating back to the ground, her mouth still open to breathe deeply.
"Strip," she ordered, watching Colin as her hands reached down to remove her pants.
"Yes, my love," Colin replied, standing up in obedience as he grasped at his own pair of pants.
Kyra watched him intently, her legs returning after tossing off the last of her clothes. Her feet slid toward her, exposing her supple lips as her knees rose into the air. Her eyes gazed at Colin's crotch as he began to undress, her own fingers beginning to run down her length as she panted aloud, her eyes flashing as he exposed himself.
After throwing his shirt off, Kyra's hand pulled away from herself, her deepest finger pulling back to get him to come over her. He did as instructed, though he grasped her wrist and pulled her fingers into his mouth to return the favor from earlier, shutting his eyes as he savored her taste.
Now clean, her fingers pulled away, holding steady against his shoulder as she lifted her torso up to meet him, more or less, kneeling over her, her words almost reverberating in the air with a lustful heat to them, "I may have some Ferolas in me yet."
Colin chuckled with a smirk, "You don't say."
"There is nothing so…ravishing about you than when you get that look in your eye," Kyra spoke, confidently, her breath still somewhat lost in heavy breaths, "You look like an absolute…beast of a man and I just… You're always so reserved and, you love me so much; sometimes I just want you to take me. When you took my hands and held them down, it was like you were caging your animal."
Colin's eyes quickly examined the landscape, noting, "This whole outdoor thing really changes you, huh?"
Kyra's hand squeezed his shoulder in frustration, "I'm trying to make a pass at you; don't psychoanalyze me."
Only laughing quickly in reply, Colin reached over and grasped her waist, her eyes following with a light glow of anticipation as he began twisting her around until she was on all fours, suddenly freakishly embarrassed by her pose and choosing to hang her head low between her arms.
The palms of her hands now against the cold ground, her eyes only barely opened, only seeing just a bit of Colin's movements from underneath her, when his fingers returned between her thighs, leaving her with a quick yelp in shock. His fingers went up massaging her lips, teasingly; his body leaning closer toward her so that his other hand could come down just at the small of her back, slowly running up her spine, causing her to shake even further.
As his palm smoothly ran up to her neck, he suddenly shoved his fingers in side of her, forcing another sensational yelp to escape her, her body nearly falling to the ground as her suddenly weak arms just barely supported her as she panted out hot breaths, her closed eyes only heightening the pleasure that welled up inside her.
Colin's hand slid back down her back, though took a detour this time around, gently running across her side and suddenly grasping one of her breasts as he leaned his body down atop of her, kissing her back as both his fingers drove into, across, and unto her body, leaving Kyra's mind a staticy, blank mess.
Trapped in his loving arms, Kyra found herself slipping further and further toward the ground as her arms continued gasping at more tufts of grass to hold onto as her mind raced away from her, her torso continuously slipping out of the reach of Colin, who allowed her that freedom, though at the cost of his fingers, which slowly trailed out from within her. Her bleary eyes tried to catch what he was doing as she lazily turned her head, but about halfway around, she felt his two hands grab at her cheeks, powerfully, just before his lips came to her softest of skin, a cry of pleasure releasing from her other pair as her back suddenly arched in response.
Parting her lips with his thumbs, Colin lapped at her delicate skin, kissing her folds, following the patterns that forced her to either moan or shake in pleasure. He had learned well since being her lover, inside and out, as it were, putting his expertise to good use in his pursuits to so powerfully bring her world crumbling into himself, bring the two of them into a quivering mess of oneness, if only for the slightest of moments before being put back together again.
Colin could feel her speeding toward climax as she began to heat up, her insides even beginning to quiver independent from her body as the sounds of heavy pleasure arose from her other end, her arms shaking as she desperately tried to keep ahold of herself.
Before she could finish up, however, her world fell I to darkness just as Colin's tongue fell away from her lips, leaving Kyra there, whimpering, teetering on the brink of orgasmic collapse. Her hands ran along the ground as if searching for something, her mind just lost enough to not know exactly what, but in an instant, she felt a force entering her, almost burning as the cold surrounding her nude body bit at her.
Her voice burst out into a large moan, trailing into a sultry whimper as Colin leaned over her, wrapping an arm around her while his other hand supported the two of them. He brought his face to the back of her neck, burying himself in her hair and neck, his hot breath hovering across and should her, his own heated body turning her on as she, more or less, allowed her torso to dangle against Colin's arm.
Colin grunted, his breath snapping the cold down her spine, "You're going to have to hold yourself up, babe."
He might as well have been speaking Zandalari, for Kyra remained motionless, save for her panting, the rise and fall of her chest, and, apparently, her vocal cords, as her voice continued coming out as soft cries with every exhale. She was surrounded by him, inside and out, and given that they'd never done such a thing in such an environment, she had been overwhelmed.
Colin breathed heavily against her skin, frustrated by his inability to press on, though if she were serious, and she wanted to be "taken" in that way, then… He lifted himself and pulled his arm away, swiftly collecting her hair, which caused a suddenly, confused cry. He yanked her back, lifting her up alongside a pleasurable scream as her arms desperately grabbed at the ground to keep her from simply hanging by her hair.
Leaning back atop of her, though not relinquishing his hold, Colin gently took a bit of her skin at her neck into his lips, sucking at her before muttering, quietly, "D'ana'no diel Ishura T'as'e. Let's make love like night elves."
Her blood boiled, alongside a noticeable constriction along the length of Colin's shaft, as he pulled her hair back, lifting her head back enough from him to reach his head over and meet her lips, Kyra more than ready to reciprocate, though she hadn't much the faculties to reply with anything.
Kyra's body shook every time Colin shoved himself into her, leaving her lips quivering as she chose tears over crying out in pleasure. Her fingers curled, digging into the dirt below, her breaths heaving in time with Colin's thrusts. He released his hold on her hair, running his fingers through her amethyst locks as her strands fell away, his body stopping inside of her as he beat overtop of her his hands holding onto her hips to support himself.
Her wavering, panting breaths released into the air as steam, which Colin easily noticed, kissing her neck from behind once again. Her eyes shut tightly as his hand reached up to grope her breast, gently massaging her as his hip began its rhythmic dance once again, slowly, giving him enough control to suck at her skin. He knew it drove her crazy.
Amidst her succulent moans, she yelped rather loudly whenever Colin bit at her skin, though just a nibble, her face turning over her shoulder to watch him as he kissed at her, eyes closed. Hearing her panting having come closer, his eyelids just barely broke to see her, watching those eyes so full of anticipation and frustration.
Suddenly, she lowered her head, her voice falling silent, save for the tiniest of groans. Colin could feel her entire body tighten, though he continued running into her, deeply, his own mind quickly rushing toward whiteness as her body coiled around him, making out the grooves within her that had become like home to him.
Finally, in the most sudden of bursts, her voice pierced the silence, her body shaking, inside and out, her arms trembling as she struggled to hold herself up. Following along, Colin grunted against her back as his own pleasure ran over, having been overcome by her own release. As Kyra came to her conclusion, her lover held her tightly as his own release occurred, running throughout her body, burning her very core, burning her skin as he wrapped himself around her.
His breath blew heatedly along her back, managing to place a hand on the ground to help Kyra support the two of them, knowing she was probably just as prepared to collapse to the ground. He kissed her between breaths, up and down her back.
"You're a beast," Kyra managed, her voice shivering.
Colin could only grin, "Your wish is my command, my love."
Somehow they'd found enough strength to roll down onto the ground, their energy completely spent as they lay there. Colin grasped for his shirt, which was rather large, trying his best to cover the two up as he rolled into Kyra, her hands pulling his head into her chest. Their breaths were still labored, but had begun to slow, slightly, though Colin tried to time his breaths with his lover's, doing what he could to emulate her.
She smiled, tugging harder against his head, "You're so cute."
His head adequately hidden between her two breasts, Colin was happy that his face was obscured, though he still managed to speak, "Guys don't exactly like hearing that."
He could nearly feel her pout as she replied, "Then why were you doing something so cute?"
Muted, Colin simply chose to lose himself into Kyra's bosom, rather than continue down such a blush-worthy conversation, closing his eyes as he submitted himself to her warmth. His hand managed to reach over her stomach, simply resting there in an exhausted attempt at holding her.
"Hey," Kyra spoke up, quietly, "You said you loved that I allow you to be so romantic, right?"
Colin nodded.
"So this whole Northrend thing is just an extension of that?"
"Pretty much," Colin replied, slowly, managing to lightly kiss the most tender of her skin.
Kyra fell silent, but held her arms tighter against her lover, her eyes staring up into the treetops above. She saw herself sitting somewhere with this man, thousands of years from now, holding hands and keeping the other held just like this. On the other hand, she saw herself, alone, having lost this man to, either, the age of man, or this stupid adventure.
Slowly, her voice emerged, "Then let's do it."
Colin's head tilted up to look at her, his hair brushing softly against her skin, "You don't have to-"
"Where you go," Kyra reminded, her eyes meeting his, deeply, "I am sure to follow. I wouldn't want to disappoint your Emerald Lady."
Despite looking up and away from him, she could feel his stare boring into her. She smiled as she laughed, just lightly to keep Colin from getting shell-shocked atop of her, her fingers running through his hair.
"I'm kidding."
Colin groaned, "I know, but my loyalty isn't a laughing matter, at least not to me. That's something I value and take seriously."
"As do I," Kyra responded, seriously, "Knowing me for two years, I still cant believe I managed to find somebody who is willing to be so loyal after so little time."
"It wasn't just a little time," Colin replied, softly, sliding his hand up her torso and back around underneath her shoulder as though hugging her as best he could, "I've known you for fifteen or so years, since I was a teenager. I didn't know your name, or what you looked like; god knows I had no idea I would have the fortune of you being so beautiful. I had no idea how long it would take to learn those, but even then, I knew how much I would love you. How much I would give to you, how much of you I would kiss and love and-"
Kyra's fingers squeezed against his scalp as she pulled him tightly against her chest, bringing him to a pause. He remained there, obediently, simply waiting for her to speak, or not to speak. Perhaps she was simply in need of his warmth, the same way he needed hers.
"Stop," she finally managed, weakly, "You're going to make me cry again."
Colin couldn't help but grin, uninhibited by her ability to see his face. His eyes trailed down toward her skin, realizing rather quickly that this woman held his entire world, yet so easily could force Colin to lose everything. He easily lost his attention to her whenever she walked into a room, he lost his whole body into hers on occasion, he could easily lose himself in her eyes.
Surrounded by not much more than her arms, breasts, and body heat, he came to realize that she'd also taken his breath from him, once again. He simply kissed her as he rolled his face into her chest, still just as happy to breath her in if she was so content with taking his breath away. He needed to reclaim it from her, anyway.
"I love you," Colin cooed.
Kyra smiled, "Are you telling me, or-"
"I'm just reminding you," Colin clarified, "I'm not just saying it to hear you say-"
"I love you."
Colin's eyes narrowed, sarcastically, "-say it."
Kyra grinned brightly, "Just reminding you, my love."