None of this had been planned, this meeting of her, this journey up the mountain with her.  It had all been what some would call coincidence, the wizard didn’t believe in coincidence, he believed in a binding force that made sure fate ran its course.  Right now he felt like that force was forcing him to shove his lips right back against hers the instant she crashes against his.  One arm wrapped around her waist, while the opposite hand tangled in her unnaturally colored locks.

Pulling her with him, he barely manages to pull her in the door before he pushes her against the wall to the right of the door.  When they separate the sound of his panting fills the air, he leans down nibbling once again at her alabaster neck, his hands reaching behind her and grasping onto her backside while his left knee rises gently up to her womanhood and gently grinds his leg against her– no more teasing, his mind was set, he had to have her now.  His long fingers knead her ass gently, every inch of her is perfect, he can’t help himself.

Lips near her ear, he has to whisper to her, he just has to, “My Queen, I must have you.”