Finally. All the countless years Sylus has spent yearning for you has led to this; a night by the fire on the eve of a dangerous mission, cold outside but so very, very warm within. Warm like your lips. Like you in his arms. The first taste had his head spinning, had him carrying you straight over to the bed, dropping you onto it like it's an altar and he's about to worship.

“Looks like we’re on the same page when it comes to not wanting to waste time,” he murmurs, your eagerness seeping into his veins and fueling the flame of his own. Two kindred spirits, two fractured souls becoming whole. “Stay focused, kitten. Don’t look.”

Don't look, because I'm losing myself and I'm so fucking desperate for you that it pains me. His kisses speak everything his words can’t, ardently pressing life and love and red-hot desire from his mouth into yours. They’re kisses that scream ‘you are everything’ and ‘feel how long I’ve ached for this’.

“Do you want it, kitten?”

A single nod from you has him surging forward—finally ready to claim everything that’s been taunting him since he met you—before his advance is abruptly stopped with a press of your hand. Daring to deny a dragon his long-awaited feast, hm? Unwise. Your tease is infuriating, but you're all the more tempting for it.

He lets out a rough sigh as he leans back; just enough to give you breathing space, but not enough to remove the molten heat of his touch. His fingers skim up your ankle, your calf, cupping your thigh to his mouth so he can brush a kiss against it.

“You haven’t changed your mind, have you…? You just said 'yes'?” His crimson eyes are glassy, glazed over as if drunk; and maybe he is. On your scent. Your warmth.

Please, his searing lips beg. Let me have this. Let me have everything.

I’ve waited lifetimes for the taste of you, sweetie.

“I’m hoping yes is still your answer because…,” he trails off, slurring his words into the silken skin of your thigh. He's all heat and want and pure driving instinct, now. “I just can’t hold back anymore.”