Heart Over Sword-Chapter 310: Intertwined Bodies (1)
Chapter 310: Intertwined Bodies (1)
Stirring after only a few hours of sleep, Evanna woke to the glimmering lights of the magic around her casting colours across her features and Arawn’s. Arawn, her husband, lay there looking oh so ethereal, his long lashes brushing the top of his cheek. He was far too good-looking for his own good. If he wasn’t always glaring or staring at others like they were wasting his precious time, then many would approach him.
Evanna slowly pushed back a stray hair sliding down his chiselled cheek. She was glad that he wasn’t approachable; it meant she had him all to herself. Oops! Evanna huffed a light giggle. Did she really just think like that?
Arawn’s lips twitched, a sign that he was awake. With his eyes still closed, a smirk drew on his lips. "I hope you are not laughing at my performance. I’ll have you know, you have been asleep for hours," he jested, his arm hooking around Evanna’s waist as he did so.
Evanna giggled again, nipping at the bottom of his ear. That instantly snapped his eyes open, a light groan leaving him. "Evanna... I told you-"
"I know," Evanna breathed, watching him mischievously.
"Oh, ohhh... You cheeky little minx," Arawn grinned wolfishly, sliding over Evanna, his hand gliding down her bare thigh. "You haven’t had enough, I see."
Evanna grinned back, a breathy giggle coming from the back of her throat as her fingers slid along Arawn’s pointed ears, arching her back so her breast brushed against him. "Now I know how much I’ve been missing. I will never have enough with you-"
Arawn’s lips claimed hers, unable to stop himself. The tug on his earlobes, the press of her heated flesh against his, was too much to bear. He was just as eager to continue as she. This woman made him crave every inch of her, and every inch of her would be cherished, that was for certain.
Before he completely lost his mind to her body and soul once more, there was enough sense and restraint in him to pull back and ask, "How do you feel? Is there any pain?"
Evanna smiled, her eyes softening as she gazed at her husband who was by far the sweetest than her first impressions of him or what impression the public had of him. Sure, his methods were a little brutal, but so were most punishments in Dunhurst, and it was far from what they did in Lyvaria, or so she would assume. Wrapping her legs around Arawn’s waist, her fingers still sliding along his ears and hair, she softly replied, "I feel famished for you. There is a little pain but nothing I or you cannot handle."
Arawn’s eyes crinkled at that. "Oh, I’ll make sure you’re ready first." Was the last thing he said before that state of pure sexual arousal, the one that made him a little rougher around the edges, took over. Arawn rubbed his erection against the top of her core, inciting sparks of blissful desire to shoot across her body, awakening all her senses once more. Arawn was back at her neck, finding that spot just below her ear that made her cling to him, wanting his lips on hers.
Before that, Arawn’s fingers found her sensitive core, finding it slick, and fondled gently whilst his hips rolled his erection against her clit. Pre cum trickled along the tip, and after watching Evanna move her hips against his fingers, he slid inside, gently opening her up again. They both moaned, Arawn’s movements slow at first, even as he bit into her shoulder to stop himself from going crazy straight away. Evanna had no such restraint as she pushed against his backside, urging him on, grinning wickedly at him.
Arawn’s grin mirrored hers. "So cheeky." He thrust inside of her hard, making her back arch and a groan slip from her delicate lips. It began slow and hard, Arawn trying to go as deep as possible, watching his wife’s flushed expressions, the pure ecstasy as she clung to him wanting more, her nails dug in, and she’d search for his lips when her moans became too loud even for her ears.
Arawn didn’t care one bit. Nobody could hear outside of his room. He was just glad nobody came searching for them. Who would dare interrupt them lest they want to lose a limb or their life? Arawn wouldn’t go as far as killing a servant because of such means, but he was the cruel, icy prince who helped with most circumstances when he did not wish to be troubled. This was most of the time, even more so now whilst he is with Evanna.
The couple were entangled in the sheets, exploring each other’s bodies and all positions for days. They could not and did not want to leave each other alone, remaining lost in each other. When they were too exhausted to continue, their bodies remained entwined, resting against the pillows as the fireplace crackled and popped, the lights sparkling and glimmered around them as they continued in whispers as though others might still hear their intimate conversations. Any food consumed had been waiting outside the double doors to their room, a servant holding a cloche of steamy treats.
Wine was always provided, but after a while, Evanna preferred the taste of sweet fruit juices. Even though elven wine was delicious, she also did not wish to get into the habit of drinking it first thing in the morning.
Facing Evanna, Arawn continued to stroke the side of her head, causing his wife to close her eyes slowly and her breathing to grow deep. Her cheeks were still flushed, her lips still swollen and pink, a few love bites covering her body. She was utterly delectable, a treat to feast on, with those raven locks falling over one side, flowing across the pill and her bare back. The sheets covered her lower body, and half her torso and breast were freely shown for Arawn to look at.
It was day four, almost five, and they had finally slowed down. However, they still could not get enough of each other. Evanna definitely needed to rest, though; Arawn didn’t want to cause any issues for his wife after days in bed together. He made sure that she wasn’t too sore each time, or if it was too much, they would stop. But Evanna was just as wild in bed as she was in the forest. If it was not for her status and the innocence he did see before their marriage, Arawn would believe she was not innocent at all from the way she almost craved for more. Arawn absolutely loved it, which was why it was with great annoyance that they would have to eventually leave his chambers.
Not until after a nice warm bath, of course.
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