Hearts at War (AlanxJeff) VI

Final Chapter

Jeff

Two more days passed before I finally received news from Alan. One morning, while I was in the library, a servant rushed in. "Your Highness, Alan has arrived. He is in the main hall."

My heart skipped a beat. I dropped everything and ran towards him, my thoughts and emotions in turmoil. Halfway there, I saw Alan hurrying towards me, his face a mixture of exhaustion, relief and love. His lips curved into a wide smile at the sight of me. Our eyes met and without saying a word, I ran towards him and clung to him like a koala, hugging him with all my might.

"I'm so sorry, Alan," I whispered into the crook of his neck, tears welling up again. "I've missed you so much."

Alan hugged me just as tightly, his voice shaking slightly.

—Me too, Nu. You don't know how much I've wanted to be back by your side.

We stayed like that, holding each other, letting our emotions flow freely. I felt his warmth, his love enveloping me, and I knew that this was my home. Finally, I pulled away a little and looked into his eyes, those eyes that had always given me strength and comfort.

—I love you. I love you so much —I said, staring at him.

He smiled tenderly, his eyes shining with tenderness.

"Honey," Alan said in a husky voice, placing soft kisses on my cheek tenderly. "Love. My Nu. I adore you, you know that, right? I love you deeply."

I shuddered, and an indescribable warmth enveloped my heart. His lips rested on mine, and he kissed me with an intensity and tenderness that made me feel as if I were floating on a cloud of love. Each caress of his lips was a whisper of devotion, a promise of eternity.

The world disappeared around us, leaving only the beat of our synchronized hearts. Still in his arms in the middle of the hallway, he pinned me to the wall and continued to kiss my cheek, his breath hot and unsteady, before making its way down my jaw to my neck. When his mouth kissed hard over my scent gland on my neck, I jolted, as if electrocuted.

—Alan... wa... wait, I tried to tell him in a broken whisper. Let's go... to the room.

He stopped, taking a deep breath, and looked at me with a smile full of love and tenderness. His eyes shone with a mixture of excitement and desire. Without saying a word, and with a knowing smile, he led me to the bedroom. He sat on the bed with me straddling him and restarted the kiss with more passion and urgency. His sweet, but greedy mouth, exploring and dancing tirelessly with my tongue. He stopped when I felt like I was unable to breathe, to get lost again in the curve of my neck, sucking it hard. His hands went up and down caressing my back, before hastily removing my shirt. He kissed my chest hard, leaving some red marks, before getting up to pull down my pants and underwear with his fingers trembling with impatience.

He gently pulled my arm and waist urging me to climb on top of him again. Alan seemed completely lost, but I was no different. His lips once again took hold of mine with sweetness and intensity. How is it possible that his kisses are so addictive? He slid his hands down my back and continued down until he squeezed my buttocks, then caressed the wet opening between them. I was already soaked by him. My small moans were swallowed by his mouth, while he inserted a finger and moved it relentlessly, curving it and tracing soft circles inside me. I closed my eyes tightly and left his lips to bury my face in his broad shoulder.

I could only moan and endure as he added another, then another finger. I let out a loud moan as he began to rub insistently at the spot he knew made me shudder with pleasure. All I could do was feel. Feel and fall apart in an explosion of sensations that left me even more lost, for a few seconds. But, Alan didn't stop. He withdrew his fingers a little later, looking at me with such intensity that I felt like I was going to burn as he licked his fingers. "He... he was so shameless," I thought as I swallowed.