"My sweet, beautiful princess," lips murmured against silk, the smoothness of flesh that bristled upon contact. He kissed his way across the expanse of smooth, decadent shoulder, mouth brushing against the dip as his nose nuzzled the supple flesh of his bride-to-be's neck. A soft sound escaped her as she felt the grazing of teeth. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful." He whispered just below the hollow of her ear like a shaman's mantra. The tip of his nose brushed back a stray tendril of brown hair.
His name was but a sigh upon her lips, crying out his name as he continued to lavish her with his attention.
He pulled her closer, white linens dragging along with her as she nestled into the crook his body provided. Hazy candlelight filtered through the mesh canopy, dousing them in dim rays, splashing her body in hues and colors along her skin. The prince hissed as her fingers raked and pulled against the roots of his hair, massaging his temples as she called out to him once more. Lengthy hair fell around the two as he flipped her over, laying her bare beneath him.
"Princess…" he sunk his head down into the junction where shoulder met neck - beautiful, elongated neck - that begged to be immersed with whispers of sweet nothings.
He kissed her....
It is said some lives are linked across time, connected by an ancient calling that echos through the ages.
