Laying there in his arms, she found herself so unwilling to leave, refusing to think that there would veer be anyone else in her world and the worlds beyond even this one that could hold her as he did now even when she knew just how foolish, how hopeless it was for her to think that she could ever remain there for the rest of her life. So many times she tried to tell herself that she was only going to end up getting hurt, that this little fantasy she'd made for herself that was made so much of anything and everything that the fae man was to her, created from all the memories that they've ever made together that she tucked away into that part of her heart she knew they would always stay no matter the heartbreak that was waiting just around the figurative bend to tear apart this silly little paradise she'd allowed for herself to crave to the point of no return. There was no hope for her to ever have that same sense of normality and simple bliss when the day came that all this was nothing but a memory she wouldn't even have photographs of to look over and remember those moments that would surely be nothing more than bittersweet strolls down memory lane as time worked in the same fashion it always has and always would. One day, you won't even be able to remember this cabin, that first kiss... You might even be able to forget his face... eventually. Who was she kidding? Even without photographs, she would always remember him. He was her first for so many things, but more than that he was there very first real love. Just because he did not return those feelings that the blue-eyed blonde so very much at his mercy in each and every moment that they would become so wrapped up in whatever the day had in store for them felt for the fae man, that didn't mean it wasn't love. It had taken her some time to accept that she was indeed falling for him. That voice and reason and doubt had been enough at one point to convince her that she was only imagining things, that all those things he'd said and done for her was nothing beyond a perhaps unusual display of friendship or something. For a while, she'd been able to trick herself into pretending that those feelings were something other than what they were, that they were anything else but love. Now, not even that voice was enough anymore. There was no more denying it, no more holding back, no more being able to tell herself that what she felt for him was something that would pass as quickly as it seemed to have come.

She does not miss that look that overcomes Andras as her fingers reach out to brush gently along that magnificent wing that practically wrapped around them like a shelter of sorts, like the outside world couldn't see them and those kisses that they stole from one another. She can see in those hazel eyes and desire, a want that she dares of think is not unlike her own, and when he is kissing again with that hunger, she returns them with that same feverish wanting as their tongues brush against one another. As his fingers find that place she had yet to ever come close to letting another touch her at, she feels that fire in her consume every one of her senses as everything seems to focus on the way that he explores that all to sensitive place on her womanly parts. Her soft moans are devoured by his lips as she moved into his hand, gasping lightly as she feels a digit enter into her. She cannot help the almost instinctive movements of her hips as her body urges him on, her thoughts so far beyond anything she recognized as familiar and yet she is hardly wanting or able to stop and see what she can find there, something in Beylani telling her to let go of herself, let every one of her thoughts to fall away entirely as those almost primal senses seemed drawn entirely to her core so that she could feel everything. In that moment, all that existed was the feel of his hand as he caressed that sensitive peak between his fingers and that growing tension in those feminine parts as they ached for more, those kisses of hers interrupted by gentle moans and grasps as her chest began to rise and fall ever faster, begging him for more. It was a pleasure like nothing she could have ever conjured up in her own mind, something so new and yet never had she felt such exhilaration, such a burning desire for more, for him to never cease in those gestures that seemed to know exactly how to maneuver so that it would send her ever higher and higher until finally, her body simply can't hold back any longer with hope that the divine sensations would continue to climb, couldn't help but cave beneath him and his touch that made her want him like he was the only thing she needed to stay alive. It came in waves, one after another, each more intense than try last as she becomes entirely enveloped on that sweet release. There is a sense of perfect euphoria that washes over her as the young woman comes down from seventh heaven, her slender frame suddenly going limp - almost number - as she is returned to herself, feeling nothing but purely bliss and esctasy as her breathing slopes begins to fall back into its normal relaxed rhythm.

When it is all over, he slowly moves his hand away from her sensitive parts still coping beneath that wild pleasure that had seized them only mere moments ago. His hand brushes softly against her skin for a moment before they are almost regrettably resting over the cotton fabric of her shirt, pulling her over onto her side and into him as those lips she would always desire to taste embrace her own, the young woman eagerly meeting that kiss and while she is aware of that stiffened part of his body that pressed against her she hardly cares as she is wrapped up into his arms when their lips part from the other's. Beylani melts into him then, everything finally having settled, even her heartbeat resuming a steady beat now as if that intimate touch had somehow offered comfort to a part of her. The blue-eyed blonde tilts her head up to meet those hazel depths as she tries desperately to find her voice, but he simply gives her a devilish smile touched by arrogance before leaning down to press his lips against her forehead as he goes on to say how pleased he was that he was her first. How she wanted to tell him that she wanted him to be her last, that she could never let another touch her that way... Yet, all in the same moment so many other questions begin to arise... Wasn't she supposed to return that gesture? She didn't know the first thing about... some of those passionate embraces, but why he does not take it upon himself to satisfy his own desire she does not know. She wants to ask, but she finds herself strapped of the energy that so often fueled those curiosities. Instead, she simply nuzzles deeper into his chest, breathing in his scent as she feels his own steadying heartbeat as he tells her that she should rest. Was that normally something that happened after such an ordeal? Almost as though he wielded some sort of magic she hadn't felt before, she can feel her eyes growing heavy. He draws that wing around them even more now, everything growing down as his fingers caress the the small of her back. For reasons unknown, she can feel tears beginning to swell from behind those closed eyes as she is slowly wrapped up into the pitch black. It almost hurt, that desperate want to stay there with him, wrapped up in those arms every night hereafter. Such foolish, hopeless thoughts from a human woman falling so uncontrollably in love with the one being that she would never have...