He approaches her, never taking his eyes off hers, and holds out his hand. “May I have this dance, love?”
“You have me swooning again, Rominy,” she whispers as he folds her into his arms.
“Good. You’re getting warm, love. Are you managing?”
“For now.”
“I’m a little chilled myself, so I’m just going to keep you here with me.”
Laughter bubbles up inside her, and she gently pushes some of her excess heat into him.
“I’m definitely keeping you here with me,” he says.
And they dance. Gaze into each other’s eyes. Steal the occasional kiss.
Eventually, the music changes, and Elowyn looks up at Rominy. The heat written in his eyes makes it hard to breathe as both their hearts race.
And he kisses her softly as they continue this dance of theirs. Soon, his hand bracing her lower back pulls her against him as his steps slow to a stop. She clings to him, her eyes closing to the world around her as he fills her othersenses. His scent, so uniquely human. Masculine. It’s not full of magic as an elf’s would be. It’s just full of him. The salty taste of his lips on hers. His firm hand on her lower back, pressing her against him as she molds to his solid form.
The snow pricks become softer. Warmer.
And the sound of ocean waves joins the melody of his piano.
She opens her eyes, expecting their tropical island, but it’s not a place she’s ever been. A small cottage sits nearby on a pebbled beach as a drizzle turns the twilight gray.
“This is an actual place,” Rominy says. “And someday, I’ll bring you here for real. So many places you need to see and experience. No more waiting. And every time I bring you to the cottage by the sea, I want you to remember this night. The night we stopped waiting for tomorrow. Give me everything, Elowyn. Every hope. Every fear. Every frustration. Every joy. Share your deepest secrets. The parts you share with no one else. I want all of you.”
There’s no use even trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill from her as she nods in his arms, here on this drizzly beach with his piano playing nearby.
“Will you be mine, Elowyn? Every part of you in every way?”
And she doesn’t answer with words as she finds his lips once more.
Let Go, Love
Episode 102
It’snotasifthey haven’t done this before—the opening steps in this lover’s dance. The moments of first touch and discovery.
Yet it feels new all over again as Rominy’s hand circles Elowyn’s lower back over the thin fabric of her dress.
Perhaps because he’s taken the lead this time. Romanced her. Made her heart race with longing to be near him.
Kept her from racing to the end.
She wants to be romanced by him. Seduced by him. Drawn moment-by-moment toward him until she feels incapable of resisting.
Not that she wants to resist. Not even for a moment.
But she wants to be swept away by this man she waited her whole life to meet. To hold. To touch.
He teases her with his kisses, playing with her lips. Grazing her with his teeth. Then his lips are on her jaw, and he pulls back every time she tries to draw him into a hungry kiss.
She laughs. “You are maddening.”
“Let me love you, El,” he says softly. “Don’t rush it.”
She looks into his eyes and gets lost there. So much emotion in their caramel depths. Love. Desire.
