<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/tulLBAB.jpg?1)</div><br/>Tehr looked down into Rosalyn's beautiful face, the way her white hair cascaded around it, covering the pointed tips of her ears.  Those full soft lips, that delicate elven nose, those exotic almond eyes.  His desire was so strong, so overwhelming.  He didn't feel this sense of need, desire, with any of the women he'd ever lusted after.  He was completely ensorcled by her beauty, her charm, everything about her.  He felt his own desire, his own lusts, his own urges rising.  He cleared his throat and wispered the next words, careful of their wording.<br/><br/><strong>"These things you say they give me such hope, such joy, looking to the future.  But I must speak plainly to you now.  I know you desire caution between us, and I understand it.  Were our racial and cultural differences the only thing, that would be enough.  But my own well earned reputation, and the magic I practice, and my involvement with the queen herself would be enough to give any woman pause.  Never-mind the goddess that I hold right now.  I say goddess for truly men would have worshiped at the feet of women like you, and I would count myself among them."<br/><br/>"All of this being said, I have to tell you this Rosalyn.  My thoughts are never far from you, my mind's eye always thinking back to you and our night together.  My body and soul ache to join with yours again and I can not deny these feelings.  I know you desire patience, but I need you to know that it takes an act of herculean willpower constantly to avoid kissing you, tearing your clothing from you, and claiming you again and again.  I pray that you feel even one bit the same, and that you will release me from this torment and quench me in the cooling peace of your touch again, soon.  For I desire you more than anything else, you must know this?"</strong>