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When did she start loving him? Probably from the moment he had stolen her away from a dance, the first time he whirled her into his arms and she set her eyes on him though she never realized it. The first time she felt something strong other than hatred for him must have been when he had made that black ring for her back at the cave after saving Caius when he had told her he loved her, and the time she started processing what those feelings meant was when she had told him to leave back at Naria, and she found herself reaching out to touch him
It had always been there. Her hatred had just been so strong that it always covered it up, swallowed it up and made it invisible to her heart, but its always been there growing, spreading slowly, taking it’s time to fully show itself, driving the hatred away bit by bit.
But she never wanted to admit it. She didn’t even want to give herself a chance to see whether it was there. She told herself to keep ignoring whatever was there, and that it would be alright and as long as she did that, she would be fine and it would go away.
But love was strong, as it has always been. It’s growth had been undeniable to the point where she had been miserable and weak to the bones when she left Erandell. It ate at her soul that she couldn’t do anything and still had to hold on strong to her obligations but now she was being forced to question herself on the decision she has made.
To love him or to leave him. She had to choose one and live with it.
And her time was running out. How she wished she could tell him, but her obligations was far too strong to tell him her story. She couldn’t let it out, and she was the one getting hurt and cradling her tormented heart alone.
But whenever she looked at him, she felt like she was at peace. It was as if her secrets and demons didn’t matter anymore unlike before, and the ease she felt was true. She loved him, she has always loved him. And right now it was just her and him, nothing more. She would take what she can get.
She might be being selfish, but Raziah felt like she deserved even the bit of this after everything she has gone through. She didn’t want to ruin this beautiful moment as she watched him take it all in.
"I love you, Olive. I really, really love you." She warmed up to him, and it was heartfelt to the brim.
He finally nodded, believing her as tears rolled down both their eyes. He was so saturated with the look in her eyes, and the smile on her lips that he couldn’t think of anything but to kiss her. As their lips touched, their love burst forth into something so much more and everything felt new.
Her lips on his felt new, the power in them raw and true.
It started out soft and light, and soon enough they were on each other fighting to taste and get more out of the other. Obviously, he got the upper hand and plunged deep into her essence tasting every cold and slippery corner of her. Raziah was already out of her mind, overflowing with love and desire.
She forced herself to keep her legs squeezed shut, but nothing could stop him from inhaling the thick fog of aroma coming from down there. It was mild at first, but now she was so embarrassed because it just kept pouring out without control.
"Oh no, you don’t!" Aragon sucked in a sharp breath, his voice incredibly husky as he pulled back from her swollen and delirious lips. He held both legs, eyeing her softly to open up and let him in. She could literally see a bit of drool by the side of his mouth, glistening and about to roll down his mouth as he begged desperately with his eyes.
She remembered what happened the last time they had done this and how much he had driven her crazy, but now was much more different. They were in love, and she was more hot and horny than she was before. Looking at his deep eyes alone was driving her over the edge.
"Olive..." She cried and bit her lips when he gently parted her legs. His hooded gaze remained on hers, and her dress had rode up her thighs and she was exposed to the soothing and cold breeze of the night.
Her face turned red completely and her cheeks were almost boiling from how embarrassed and shy she was. Whenever she tried to close her legs, he would simply shake his head as if words weren’t enough to explain what he was trying to say. And as his eyes found her soaked underwear with moisture running down her thighs, he licked his lips so provocatively that she watered even more at the sight and she shuddered helplessly, almost falling back.
Raziah rode out of her orgasm, and her gaze looked away from him. She couldn’t believe his eyes alone was enough to drive her to that place. She had felt ecstatic. It had been mind blowing, but it wasn’t enough to cure her cravings. And she craved him doing wicked and purely sinful things to her aching body.
He suddenly pressed a finger to her wetness through her pant, and a throaty and sexy moan was thrown out of her lips effortlessly. She was already ruined. She wanted to be ruined even more. She wanted those hands all over her, all inside of her. Everything he had to offer.
Aragon has never seen her like this before. It looked like she was a new person almost begging for him to do more as she started to rock herself against his finger, her lips opening and closing while tearing out moans in-between, "Fuck... you’re so beautiful...so wet... Fucking gorgeous!" He tore out huskily, adding another finger while she rocked even more against him with her vision blurry, "That’s it love...Take it all...take what you want by yourself...take it..." He pressed a third finger to the swollen bud he could see through her underwear and Raziah’s toes curled as she muffled a loud groan from escaping.
She couldn’t afford to make too much noise.
She didn’t want the guards around to come around and see them. Good thing they weren’t Vampires or her scent would have been everywhere by now.
Then, he made her lie down on the soft grass beneath them with him kneeling between her legs to keep her from closing them.
"How far...are we going?" He enquired, running his fingers up and down her leg.
Right now she looked like the most beautiful goddess there ever is. Lying on the beautiful grass with loving and raspy eyes, her hair falling in curled strands around her hair and her lips slightly apart. It was a sight he could stare at for the rest of his life, but his woman needed his attention somewhere else right now.
"Devour me in all the ways you can think of, Love."
If there was any control he had left, it turned into nothing at that moment. She could see his eyes turning red and feral on her, but she couldn’t care less.
"What about the guards? I’m afraid I’ll make noise," She bit her lips.
"Either I knock them out, or I take you back to your room," When he said that, he squeezed her thighs hard and began to rub like he couldn’t take the delay anymore. He was a throbbing and aching mess, begging to do something wicked to her right now.
"I don’t want to leave this garden," She said, wondering how she still had the strength to speak.
There was a sudden sharp wind on her face, a simple blink followed and then she saw him falling on his knees in front of her again grabbing her thighs, "I knocked them out. Anything else you wanna tell me before I proceed?"
"I love you,"
And he kissed her lips. It was nothing less than feral. She couldn’t even breathe till he almost had her choking from the depths of his tongue inside her mouth, lavishing every angle there was.
And the next thing she knew, his teeth and tongue were performing their wonders on her sex. He ate her through her pant, licking and trying to feel every nook amd crook of her entrance and bud. He was completely merciless. Raziah begged and pleaded and moaned and screamed till she couldn’t count how many times she had emptied herself.
"So sweet..." He would murmur from time to time.
Her desire had skyrocketed during this period of her pregnancy, and every stroke of touch from him was lethal.
When he suddenly tore her underwear and flung it aside like he was done with it, she was too weak to gasp and was sucking in every bot of air her lungs could get. Still, she was nowhere near satisfied.
He knew that. They both knew that. He wasn’t satisfied either.
"Fucking tightest and prettiest cunt to ever exist," He said to himself, staring at it in Wonder. She shyed away and her heart leaped at the same time.
"Aragon..." She breathed, so close to shutting her legs from his penetrating gaze.
"So so beautiful, I have no freaking words!" He shook his head, amazed at the beautiful view that greeted him.
"Thank you..." She managed out, covering her face with both hands.
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