For a moment, his hands leave off from their slow exploration of her body.  His nails ghost over her flesh as he moves around to stand behind her.  Reaching to her arms, he finishes removing her robe and lets it fall away to simply vanish back into the void.<br/><br/>Now his hands come to rest upon her shoulders, and the brush of his bread at her neck heralds his lips traceing the curve of her ear.<br/><br/>"I will make you Queen Aurora..." he breathed.  Then he pushed lightly, walking her towards that nightmare throne.