Tapping sound of the rain surrounded the carriage. Both Elena and Johan found themselves helpless and secluded in the pouring rain. The man stayed leaning against her, unable to break away from her fragile restraint. He didn't want to break away from such an embrace and his heart was beating faster than a turning wheel. Gently, he took away her arms that had secured his neck, what came afterwards was the sight of her pale green eyes staring quietly at him.
The man swallowed with difficulty, his throat felt dry all of a sudden as if his saliva had transferred all onto his hands that were nervously building moist.
"Princess--"
Before he could make a whole sentence out of his mouth, a touch of her finger tapped his sensitive lips. It was an innocent act that triggered his desire-- he cupped her cheeks immediately to restrain her from any movement to avoid him. He removed her pointer fingers from his lips and went directly to her inviting lips. It was as if the rain cued his triggered senses-- he placed his tongue inside hers and gasped for air, unable to stop himself.
With deeper restainst, he pushed himself back. There was no way it was going to happen inside the carriage. Atleast, that's what he thought as he removed his lips from hers, but with only a few millimeters of distance, she kissed him back, wrapping her arms again around his neck as if in plea for him to stay.
Johan grinned from her gesture, he could not control his facial expression that conveys overwhelming affection towards the maiden. His heart suddenly felt lightened as if it was floating in mid-air. It was an emotion of excitement and anticipation that was exhibiting his eyes. He bit her lips and sucked it gently.
"I don't understand how I can love you this much…"
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Her mind went blank the moment he took off his lips, the cravings for his warmth was too much when she found herself already kissing him back. You are crazy, she thought to herself. How can you be so bold, throwing yourself at the man who does not even know you well enough. Though her actions were confusing, one thing was clear-- she loves him even though he loves another.
"I am willing to die for this love."
She whispered, unaware that she had said it to his ears as the man lifted her skirt up and rolled down her underwear.
"Who's going to kill you?"
The man asked, his low voice shaking and in need of stability. Though, it might just be his curiosity, it felt like his words were aching to a threat. She breathed heavily as the man paid special attention to her— she shook her head quickly, evading the subject altogether.
He poured little kisses on her neck, cheeks and lips without hesitation only to halt and stare at her with a sharp gaze as if he just thought of something interesting.
"Lick it."
It was straight-forward demand. As he placed his fingers onto her lips, her heart pounds-- Elena licked his middle finger, seeing the man swallowing as his adams apple went up and quickly came down. A nervous smile spread across his lips as if he was uncertain. He kissed her forehead carefully and spread her legs at the same time.
Exposed in the most sensual manner, the man only gave her a second to take in all what was about to happen and placed his hands onto the entrance of her flower.
"I won't let anyone, dead or alive, dare to touch you Elena. I swear to you— it would be me who would kill them first."
"…haa-ahh."
A moan escaped from her lips. His thick finger felt hot loitering on her excited entrance and her eyes closed, hearing the echoed tapping of rain from the outside, disguising and perfectly concealing the sounds of their love making.
His touches were burning like matches being lit -- his hands have traveled from the back of her neck to her soft mounds, caressing it as if he wanted every touch to be an imprint of him. Her legs trembled from his gentle and intentful touches as he hugged the crevices of her body.
Johan breathed, mumbling to her flushed ears, "I wish to always be like this…" and sprinkled traces of kisses on her neckline and chest that were slightly exposed. He kneeled in front of her, both knees touching the well-polished wooden floor of the carriage. As one hand plays with her, the other assists in removing the belt of his trouser. With her eyes fogged up in heated breaths, a beautiful man bathing in anticipation pierces his eyes on her. His smooth cheeks were crimson red like the dawn and his silver hair, half damped with sweat and rain, sticks to the side of his face.
Tears trickled down her cheeks from his sensitive words, engulfing her worried heart. As the falling of the rain echoed on the premises outside the carriage, they held their bodies close to each other. She was like an empty glass being filled with assurance and affection, replacing the misery and anxiousness in every exchanged kisses, the clogged fear slowly fades with his every thrust.
"Come here…"
Johan brought her to his lap and sat on the wooden floor, Elena faced the beautiful man as a curve on his lips faintly caught her attention. Engrossed with the man's beauty as she absorbed the heat and drivers Johan was giving to her, Elena mirrors his every move as one piece of clothing was taken off of her, she too removes one piece of clothing off of him as if both of them were doing gratitude favors to each other.
Stripped down to their nakedness, their bodies aligned. Johan kissed her and she would kiss him back, their tongue would gently slip on each other's mouth while their hands explored each other's feverish body.
The heavens grumbled, lightning struck and the ground shook. The sound traveled and echoed through the endless forest. Yet both of them seemed fearlessly enjoying their passionate night with moans and groans, repeatedly escaping their trembling plump lips.
Johan shook her body endlessly, thrusting her up and down. Void of tiredness, his hands held onto her bare delicate hips for control as she rode on top of him. The maiden could only gasp in desperation as pain and pleasure ignited inside of her. The man was filling her in deeper than she had known as the translucent liquid spilled down her legs from where their body unites.
"I have always…" The man breathes, struggling to get his words out as pleasure drives him almost unable to think, "only imagined us being this close… "
Elena silently listens as her legs struggle to hold her upper body, her arms clumsily hanging onto the man's strong shoulders. His body glistened like glitters were poured into his chest as his sweet sweat descended to his rocky abdomen.
"...Princess, have you kissed anyone like this?" He touched her warm cheeks with careful caresses, removing the beats of dampness from her temple. His thumb touches her lips as he bit his own, "...or have been intimate with anyone other than me?"
Such a scandalous question, if one would ask a noble woman who had never been married before, the man would have been severely punished for using malicious words. Much worse, he could have lost his head if the question was directed to a royal family member. But, the man was ignorant of these social standards built by the kingdom's moral code.
Offended, her eyes trembled with furrowed brows-- Elena could not find any words of response as the pleasure below her became unbearable. It was a humiliating moment, where she found herself as if familiar with the act, but in truth, she was only following her instinct.
"...hnng--"
From her weak moan, she shook her head-- answering him as best she could as her small fragile body burned from the sensation under her abdomen. He peaked at her, his boldness was quite distinct and obvious as he smiled in peace, learning her truth.
It was only one of the things she can be honest about-- her chastity only belonged to him. Because of that, the man seemed pleased.
With sharp movement, the man quickly captured her slim waist, his slow thrust suddenly became more violent as if wanting to break her into two as he rampaged his member inside of her. His arms wrapped around her with no way to escape. Elena groaned in both soreness and gratification as they slowly climbed to their climax.
"Princess-- I…" he struggled to speak, yet the man carried on, "I never been intimate with anyone."
Her eyes opened in awe, how could that be? Was I your first lover— word she wanted to say refuse to leave her stubborn tongue.
"… where did you learn to—?"
Her words became lost from the ferocious kiss, the man swallowed her lips skillfully as he held her bare chest and neck. Only a few moments later, his lips traveled to her neck in exhaustion as a warm substance trickled down her legs.
Her body instinctively arched back and trembled from the release. You can't believe everything he says, she told herself while his hand held her bare flawless back with her loose pink hair sticking on her back. While his body trembled in excited pleasure, his low and subtle groan elaborated such content. Only in a matter of seconds, she felt his erection again. His hard member suddenly became much larger, incapable for her body to accommodate.
"... i-it hurts, Johan."
He shook his head as he lay on her frail shoulder, as if in a gesture for her to ignore his, once again, awakened penis.
"Don't move… please." visibly troubled, his plea was for her to wait until his lower half had calmed down.