𝐄𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬: 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞|𝟏𝟖+

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 - 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭

(A long part)

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"So fucking perfect," Marek breathed onto Inara's collarbones as he was busy praising her body while her fingers were wrapped around his neck.

"Oh darling, you're so fucking gorgeous," he added, accompanying her body with more wet kisses.

Inara moaned, arching her back and letting him devour her however he pleased. His fingers trailed down her body, moving slowly, making sure she felt important.

His mouth devoured her red, perky nipples. Twisting them with one hand while the other was busy trailing into her thighs. He licked around her nipples, softly sucking and teasing her and she loved it.

His touch wasn't urgent, it was reverent. The kind of touch that didn't just set her skin alight but made her feel known, and cherished. As if his fingers read not just the curve of her waist, but the weight she carried beneath it.

He watched her facial expression as she breathed softly and loved everything he did to her body.

"God how much I love savoring your body," Marek murmured, his voice causing vibrations to move through her inner thighs as he nipped at her clit.

His long fingers moved in and out of her, the noises whispering through like waves crashing. She had never felt this kind of pleasure in days and she crazed him more and more.

His lips grazed her skin like a secret, slow and unhurried as if he had all the time in the world just to memorize her. And beneath every kiss was a silent vow: not just that he wanted her, but that he'd stay.

"Come on my wifey, I'd love for you to cum on my fingers," his voice was in a whisper as it caused her to moan more and close her eyes.

She obeyed an instinct she hadn't known she possessed as lightning bolts of pleasure rocked her body to the edge.

And just like that, Marek and Inara spent their whole evening, having slow sex or just lying in each other's arms.

He didn't have to say he loved her. It was in the way he remembered how she took her tea, in the quiet pride in his voice when he spoke her name. In the softness that only she got to see.

In the 31 years of his life, Marek had never thought he would be soft for anyone yet she had wrapped him around her beautiful fingers.

....

Around 6 pm in the evening, Marek's eyes opened when he heard a commotion outside. He yawned and glanced down at Inara whose naked body was squished onto his chest and she looked really comfortable asleep.

He smiled and leaned down, kissing her forehead to which she frowned in her sleep but didn't bat an eye.

Moving the covers away from himself, Marek stood carefully to not wake her up and approached the window overlooking the village below.

"The birthday ball," he whispered to himself as he watched people move here and there to accommodate everyone in the village.

There would be a large party where food for everyone would be served with food and drinks and all the villagers would be invited there. And a larger party inside the grand hall would include only the King's family and close friends.

He sighed and glanced back at Inara who was starting to wake up now, likely missing his warmth. He went toward the closet and took out the huge wrapped present for his niece. Adding the ribbon-covered box inside a shiny glitter bag, Marek placed the bag on the table near the door so they wouldn't forget it.