Power, Love, and Promise (COMPLETED)

Night Sparks

Note: For readers uncomfortable with mild explicit or graphic content, please proceed to the next chapter.

December 20th

"Come here, wifey," Frey beckoned from the edge of the bed, his voice low and sultry. Selena had just slipped into a sheer, delicate nightgown that clung to her curves, the fabric barely concealing her soft skin. She could feel the heat of his gaze as it roamed over her, igniting a fire within her.

With a playful smile, she moved toward him, her hips swaying ever so slightly. As she settled onto his lap, facing him, the warmth of his body enveloped her. Frey's hands found her waist, gripping her gently but firmly, pulling her closer. Their breaths mingled in the air, charged with anticipation.

"God, you're stunning," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She sighed, tilting her head back to give him better access, reveling in the sensation of his warm breath against her skin.

"Frey," she whispered, her heart racing. His lips traveled higher, trailing soft kisses along her jawline, before finding her mouth. The kiss was sweet at first, a gentle exploration, but quickly deepened as their mutual hunger took over.

Selena could feel his hands roam up her back, fingers threading through her hair, anchoring her to him as if he feared she might float away. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of warmth and the faint hint of salt from the ocean breeze. She pressed herself against him, craving more.

"Let's make this night unforgettable," he said, his breath hot against her ear, igniting every nerve in her body. His words sent a thrill coursing through her, and she smiled, mischief glinting in her eyes.

"Then show me," she challenged, a playful tone lacing her voice.

Frey chuckled softly, his eyes darkening with desire. He lifted her slightly, turning them so she was lying back against the plush sheets of their lavish suite. The soft glow of candlelight danced around them, casting flickering shadows that accentuated the intimate atmosphere.

As he hovered over her, Frey's gaze was intense, searching hers for any hint of hesitation. Finding none, he dipped down, his lips capturing hers again, this time with more urgency. His hands explored the silky fabric of her nightgown, sliding down her sides, eliciting soft gasps from her.

"Every inch of you drives me wild," he breathed between kisses, moving lower, his lips trailing along her collarbone, down to the soft curves of her breasts. The sheer fabric did little to hide her from him, and he reveled in the sight before him—his wife, his partner, exposed and vulnerable yet radiating confidence.

"Frey," she gasped, arching her back as he kissed a path down her stomach, teasingly slow. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of reverence and desire, as if he were savoring a fine wine. She felt beautiful, cherished, and incredibly desired.

"I want you to remember this night forever," he murmured, his voice deep and seductive. "I want to take my time, to make you feel everything."

Selena nodded, lost in the intensity of his gaze. She craved him, needed him to bridge the distance between them.

With each kiss and caress, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them suspended in a moment of pure passion. The waves crashed gently against the shore, providing a soothing soundtrack to their intimate dance, a reminder of their paradise.

Frey continued to worship her body, every touch igniting flames that spread throughout her. Time lost its meaning as they explored each other, surrendering to the intoxicating rhythm of their hearts. She pulled him closer, their bodies fitting together perfectly, the heat of their skin mingling under the dim light.