Iylldrraen was completely taken aback by the sudden embrace and the even more sudden assault of her lips against his. He didn’t stop her, though. No, he embraced her. Tightly. His lips locked hotly and tightly to hers, for a moment simply grinding their flesh together. Then he quickly began to suckle her lips, savoring the warmth and feel of her soft, pouting flesh against his, and her tongue; so smooth, so warm, and surprisingly silky. His tongue coiled around hers, or tried to, caressing as they danced in a sea of their mixing saliva. When she pulled back, nearly gasping, he growled in objection. He smiled though, even chuckled, at her response.<br/><br/>“Well, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”<br/><br/>Following his playfulness, his arms were soon wrapped around the shaman, those strong druid hands soon become quite familiar with just how supple of a feminine figure Aelena had, cupping those juicy butt cheeks and hoisting her up into his arms. He held her tightly, possessively, lips quick to seek hers out once more. He didn’t need to see the path to the house, their house; they had been here together more than enough times so he’d know his way blind. Still carrying Aelena, still nursing her succulent lips with his, hands still kneading that deceptively toned rump of hers, he dulling kicked the door wide, turning to kick the door shut again, and in the same fluid motion pinned the shaman against the wall. He broke their long, heated kiss in a sharp inhale, a wild, almost primal look in the feral druid’s eyes.<br/><br/>“Don’t worry, Aelena: I fully intend to make up for all of the lost years.”<br/><br/>Normally Iylldrraen would never allow anyone to witness his passions in life, and more importantly, for life, and every moment it offered. To him, sharing his passion was sacred, and shared only with those that were kin to him. Aelena though, Aelena was more, so much more. She opened herself to him, exposed herself to him, as he did with her. Here was this clever, beautiful, cute shaman proclaiming her equal love for the druid. A heated growl escaped the druid’s mouth, transferring immediately to her lips as his began to ravage hers once more. It wasn’t often Iylldrraen found it difficult to restrain himself, but with the knowledge of Aelena’s love for him, he didn’t want to hold himself back; he wanted to pour all of who and what he was into her. His hold on her grew tighter, possessive even, as though he were somehow making it known to the world that she was his, and that he was hers.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>