Fantasy and dreams

He kissed her again, just because he could. Hard and quick, pushing his lips against hers. He broke free and took a light step back, giving her a little breathing room. “You're allowed to mingle, sweet bird.” He told her, which was the opposite of what his heart said. He couldn't deny that there was an urge there to lock her away. To keep here where only he could reach. She belonged to him, and only him.


“Just remember your Warlord while you do.” He cautioned her. He leaned forward, kissing her once more. He was an addict. He was utterly addicted to her. “Enjoy the party, little bird.” He told her, turning to walk away before he lost his senses entirely and took her there where anyone could pass them by.