Passion and Intent

➢They were lovers, but not yet. Madly in love, they had pledged to remain virgins until marriage, and each day that pledge became harder and harder to keep. His hands explored, his lips tasted, the touching sent thrills through her body that she'd never before experienced.

"I'm going to marry you."

The words were iron, dropped out of nowhere. He looked deep into her eyes, his slight smile betraying the mountain of strength and warmth she'd already set her heart upon months ago. The wind played lightly at her hair, brushing it across the cleavage showing from her sun dress, her body still tingling from where his hands had been a moment ago, her neck yearning to feel his lips again, her hips swaying lightly, firey with the wet itch of desire. Her heart had stopped for a moment at his words.

"Im going to marry you," he repeated, his body closing the gap between them, his voice dropping to a whisper near her ear, "and when we do I'm going to claim you, claim you in a way that you've always wanted but never had before. I'm going to take care of that itch, that desire deep inside; I'm going to fill your heart with light until you can't take it any more, and you're mine."

She flooded. Her arms pulled her desperately to him, her lips guided to his by his hand, his other arm slid securely across her lower back, just grazing the top of her butt as she kissed him, hard. Through the heat and wet and passion a single thought managed to claw its way out of the frenzied kisses. 

Oh why can't we be married now?