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Each tender kiss reminded him of why he was so drawn to Opelya in the first place. But this was no longer the playful little girl standing before him, but rather a mature woman, one that he could see long into his future. As her hands reached his neck in embrace rather than seperation, he returned the urge to hold tightly to the other, clasping his large hands onto her body, with one carrassing her soft hair while the other rested gently on the small of her back.
He only wished that those moments could last forever, with every second next to her giving him the energy to walk a thousand miles or fight a thousand battles. With Opelya by him though, he had no urge to do either. Though there was no aspiration to leave her arms, he forced himself to direct her to the bed on the other side of the room, with just enough light for him to direct her path; even though a dark elf required no help in navigating a dimly lit area.
"Please come with me."
He whispered softly in her ear, before breaking his hold on her, albeit with an incredible deal of difficulty. Never letting go of her hand, he gently guided her to sitting on the large matress and the silk sheets that covered it. Riconus' blue eyes, cold as ice, failed to leave the red ones of his beloved, as he knelt down before her, mesmerized by her beauty and enchantment. For no longer, could he hold his restraint. For no longer, could he subdue his lust for her. Holding both of her hands, he asked what only she could give him.
"Opelya....... please, let me love you."
Slowly, he rose from his knees to land his lips on her slender neck. It was her choice whether she would receive it or not, regardless of how much power she had mysteriously chosen to give to him in the past while.
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