Honeymoon

The mysterious man and Crown Prince Eris sat across the table, strategizing their plans to take over Manchester. "Your Highnesses. We've received news that she has been found."

"How! We searched everywhere for her. Where was she?" He asked.

"The Forbidden Lake."

The mysterious man suddenly became silent. How could he forget to check there! He needed another plan to capture her, and drain her powers to be able to conquer. "You may leave." Eris said.

"Why do we require her, anyway? She's just an ordinary, frail creature."

"Shut up, you don't know anything about her. You have no idea what power that, 'ordinary frail creature'— as you presume— wields. She can stand alone to conquer Amadeo. We need to get her, while it's not yet late."

Michael suddenly carried his wife in princess style, surprising everyone. A lot had changed in his personality, since he met Inez. The once Stoic and cold Prince, now acting like a cute little bunny. He took her to their chamber, and placed her carefully on the bed. With one knee bent, he removed her shoes, and undid the laces of her gown. His fingers braced her skin, sending shivers down her spine, his slow movement caused her to feel tingles down there, she bit her lip to stop the moan that threatened to escape from her lips.

"Let me take my bath, first," she said.

"Let's bathe together." Those words made her cheeks flush red, as she imagined being in the bathroom, under the shower— naked. She felt shy, but couldn't resist his charms. He stepped inside the bathtub, and the lukewarm water caressed his skin. He stretched his hand forth, signaling her to take it. She bent her head to hide her face that had reddened like that of a tomato. "Don't be shy, my love."

A thought flashed in her mind, and a wave of courage possessed her, and she began to make advances towards him.

Michael was shocked. Truly, he wasn't expecting her to do anything of that sort. He intended to tease her, not knowing that her previous actions were a facade. He couldn't take his eyes off her as he watched her take off her underwear in what seemed to be like a seductive motion. She did all these, without taking her eyes off him— those eyes that were like a resistible magnet, one might get lost in it. He could feel his little brother get excited. She swayed her hips in the most seductive way, that could make a man lose control. She stepped into the bathtub, and smiled.

"Inez… You are beautiful, and charming. I want to take you right here, right now," he spoke in a hush tone.

"Let me bathe you, Mich."

And so, they taken their bath, washing each other's body. Michael wore his pajamas, while Inez dried her hair. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his wife. He watched as the towel slid down her body. If she were to compete in a beauty contest, she'd win without stressing herself. The Crescent Moon had appeared in the sky, and shone its light in the room, through the window.

He stood behind her, turning her body so that she would face him. Her hands were thrown over his shoulder. For some minutes, they were lost each other's eyes.

His eyes left hers, and were fixed on her luscious red lips. He swallowed past the lump that formed in his throat, as he restrained himself from eating her up.

"Inez, I…" He paused, staring back at her eyes that gleamed with so much innocence. "I love you. So much. When you left, I realized that I can't do without you. You're the light in my dark world, I feel incomplete without you. Please don't ever leave me again," he said, with so much sincerity and love in his words. Inez could not help but get flustered by his confession. This man. The only man she loved so much.

"Mich, I'm sorry I left you. I would never leave you again. I will always be by your side, give you my support and undying love." She stopped, and caressed his cheek, "I love you."

He instantly slammed his lips on hers, as though her last sentence was permission to advance.

He pinned her to the wall, with one hand supporting the wall. She stepped forward, closing the gap between them, feeling the bulge that grew in his pajamas. Her lips opened slightly, welcoming his tongue, as they played tags. From a slow and passionate kiss, it turned into a ferocious and hungry kiss, with none of them wanting to stop, as though they were competing.

His tongue explored her mouth with gentleness, mixed with hunger, while he held her in an unbreakable grip. She could not help, but moan against his lips. To him, those moans were like an igniting fire. She wrapped her around him, to support her wobbling legs, she felt weak in the knees, as a wave of heat escalated through her body.

He slowly laid her down, breaking the kiss to catch their breath. They were both breathing like they just finished a marathon race. She was beneath him, his strong arms imprisoned her, his cologne intoxicated her. He bent down, and showered her with kisses. He proceeded to kiss her weak spot— her earlobe, and as expected, her moans filled the quiet room. The more she moaned in pleasure, the more his self-restraint was at its peak. His inner beast was struggling to take over. She arched her back, giving him entrance to explore. His warmth around her folds was mind-blowing. He kissed her thighs, and captured her lips again.

Her perfectly rounded breast was covered with his palm, as he caressed it. His long fingers drew circles around her nipples. The stunning contact sent an electric shock down her spine. His mouth on her nipples, sucking it, was cold, yet soothing. She felt many unknown emotions that she couldn't explain with words. Every sensation was packed with overwhelming surprise. He bit her nipples, his fingers found its way between her thighs, as he slowly slid in. From a finger to two… He just wanted to take her.

He looked at her, as he positioned his manhood between her legs, her eyes spoke a lot, even without a word from her. He could see the fear in her. "Are you okay? If you don't want, I can—"

"No, don't. I'm fine."

He smirked, "Are you certain?"

He would stop if she was uncomfortable, even when a thread holds his sanity. She nodded in affirmation. "I'm sliding in."