Today’s 7-paragraph entry comes from my current work-in-progress, A KNIGHT LIKE NO OTHER, book 4 in the fantasy romance Realm of Honor series from Ellora’s Cave.
Eldrin clenched his fists. To hell with rules and decorum. He’d waited long enough. He took two large steps toward her. She must have known what he intended to do before he did it, for she relaxed her hands and shoulders. Desire sparked in her silvery gaze as he took her in his arms.
His mouth met hers with such a fierce savage hunger she whimpered in her throat. Her lips yielded with such willingness his knees nearly buckled. He angled her body and pushed her backward a few steps until she bumped into the wall. He pressed against her, feeling her long, lithe body against his for the first time. Feeling the weight of her bones as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Feeling her pliant, soft lips part against his. His fingers twined in her hair that reminded him of Elven water silk. He imagined it would be that soft.
It was a kiss of longing, of desire, of lust. As though their souls touched, fused and forever entwined with each other. Never to part. Never to again be separated. And he knew in that one instance, that one exchange of breath, that he could never live the rest of his days without being able to kiss her. To love her. His thirst for her would never slake. Not after one kiss. Not ever.
When he parted from her, color stained her high cheekbones. Her lips were damp, plump and pink from his brutal onslaught. She fought to catch her breath.
“I will return for you.” He whispered the words against her mouth.
“I will wait for you.”
It took all his strength to release her and walk away.