Third Arc (Fallen Heart) - 321. Lost In Passion
When her clothes were finally removed, and she lay before him, her heart pounded in her chest. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his emotions as he took her in. But there was no judgment, no hesitation in his eyes—only love, respect, and a deep-seated need to be close to her.
For the rest of the night, everything seemed to blur for them. What remained vivid in their memories were the sensations—their ragged breaths mingling in the dim light, the soft groans and whispered names, the overwhelming heat that enveloped them. Their faces flushed with a mix of embarrassment and nervousness.
This was new for both of them, an intimacy neither had experienced before.
The bedsheets, once neatly arranged, were now damp with the heat of their passion, crumpled and tangled from their movements. The room itself seemed to hold the remnants of their love-making, the air thick with the scent of their union.
In those hours, nothing else mattered—neither the burdens of the crown nor the uncertainties of the future. All that existed was the here and now, the way they had given themselves to one another fully and without reservation. The barriers they had both carefully maintained, out of duty or fear, had fallen away, leaving only the raw, unfiltered truth of their love.
The night wore on and the initial nervousness began to subside, they found a rhythm. The awkwardness of the first touches gave way to a deeper understanding, their bodies learning the language of love together. There were moments of laughter, of whispered reassurances, as they navigated the uncharted territory of their shared desire.
Eventually, when their bodies were spent, they lay together in the aftermath of what they had shared. Angel held Rose close, his arms wrapped around her protectively, as if he could shield her from all the troubles in that one embrace. Rose nestled against him, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as it slowly calmed.
The room was quiet now, save for the soft sounds of their breathing. The earlier blur of sensations began to coalesce into a hazy but treasured memory. Rose closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of Angel's skin against hers, and allowed herself to simply be in this moment—content, loved, and safe.
Angel, too, was lost in his thoughts. He marveled at how natural it felt to hold her like this, to have her by his side. The earlier fears and doubts seemed distant now, replaced by a clear possessiveness. Rose was his, and the bond they had forged tonight only solidified that truth. Whatever happened, he would make sure that Rose became his queen. It was her who would bear his child, who would share his burdens and his triumphs.
He looked down at her, his voice gentle as he asked, "Are you alright?" Concern laced his words as he searched her face for any sign of discomfort or unease. "Was I too rough?" he asked again, his uncertainty evident. Angel had mastered many things—from the art of combat to the intricacies of politics—but this, the delicate intimacy they had just shared, was uncharted territory for him. He had no benchmark, no standard to gauge whether he had been too forceful or too hesitant.
Rose's expression softened at his concern, and a small, reassuring smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "I'm fine," she whispered, her voice still tinged with the afterglow of their passion. She could see the genuine worry in his eyes, and it touched her deeply. "You were perfect."
Relief washed over him, but there was still a hint of lingering doubt in his mind. He had been so focused on ensuring she was comfortable, that she felt loved and safe, but he also knew that this was new for both of them. "I just… I've never done this before," he admitted, his voice lowering with a mix of vulnerability and honesty. "I wanted it to be right, to be everything you deserved."
Rose reached up, her hand gently caressing his cheek. "It was," she assured him, her eyes locking onto his with unwavering sincerity. "This was everything I wanted. And it's special because it's with you. We're both learning, and that's fine."
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