As they continued to kiss, their hands roamed across each other's bodies, exploring the curves and contours they hadn't felt before. They didn't have many opportunities to explore each other's bodies while on the road. Wesleynard's hands traced down Ana Sofia's spine, causing shivers to run up her arms. She gasped as he pushed her up against the wall, his lips trailing down her neck. She arched into him, her body begging for more. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against her skin.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured. "I can't believe you're really here with me." She could only groan in response while he continued to pepper kisses along her jaw and neck. She didn't realize that he lifted her and placed her gently on a nearby table. His long blonde hair soon became unwound from its thick tight braid.
"Wes..." She breathed out his name as he leaned back to look at her. Their eyes met, and she felt a rush of emotions flowing between them. He cupped her face with one hand, his thumb tracing her cheekbone.
"I'm here with you now," he said softly.
She closed her eyes as the pleasure washed over her skin, His large rough hands cupped the bustier of her dress. Her nipples hardened almost instantly, he pulled at the cups and her breasts spilled out from the top of the dress. His cool fingers traced circles around her hardened nipples, causing her to gasp softly. She arched her back, moaning as the sensation shot through her body. He continued to tease her, his fingers flicking and pinching lightly. She couldn't help but squirm under his touch.
"Please" She moaned. He chuckled before taking one in his mouth she whimpered from the sensation it was almost too rough, but she loved the feeling. His hands roamed down her stomach, pushing her dress upwards to reveal her black lace lingerie beneath. He growled in appreciation as he trailed his fingers over her sensitive flesh. She gasped as he bit down on her nipple, eliciting a sharp cry from her.
"You weren't planning on showing this to another man, were you?" He threatened as his fingers found her sensitive nub.
He felt her slick through the fabric, and she fought back the urge to close her legs. "No," She whimpered. "I... I wanted to keep it for you." Her words were slurred together, her breath hitching as he continued to tease her.
He smirked, knowing he had her right where he wanted her. "Good girl." His fingers slipped in between her thong as he inserted one finger within her, the stretch almost felt foreign since it had been so long.
She had never felt any real pleasure with her ex-husband, so this felt almost new and almost too much. She gasped as he thrust his finger deeper. Her body arched off the table in response, and she cried out his name. He smiled, knowing he had her completely under his spell. His other hand caressed her cheek, his thumb stroking her lower lip.
"That's it," he whispered.
She was about to hit her peak when his fingers suddenly withdrew, He smirked as he leaned down to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue teased hers, their bodies moving together in perfect sync. He could feel her shiver underneath him as he pushed her dress further up, exposing her soft, smooth thighs.
"Don't worry your Majesty, I'll make you cum." he teased as he slowly settled his face at her core.
She felt almost too embarrassed to continue when her thong clung to her wetness as he pried it off her legs. He took his time, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin around her entrance. She gasped, her hands fisting in the fabric of the table. He chuckled softly against her, his warm breath tickling her. His fingers slipped inside her once more, this time accompanied by his tongue circling her clit.
"Oh god!" she cried out as her hips bucked off the table, desperate for more.
She could feel the pleasure building inside her, threatening to consume her. He teased her mercilessly, driving her to the brink of insanity. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Her body convulsed underneath him as she climaxed, her screams echoing through the room. He continued to lap at her folds, his tongue tracing every inch of her sensitive flesh.
"Fuck!" Her voice cried through strangled gasps, Wesleynard was standing again reaching for his trousers as he pulled them down, he couldn't help but admire her beautiful body. She was his, and he was going to make her his queen again. He positioned himself at her entrance, eager to feel her walls around him when there was a sudden urgent knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Ana Sofia called out, her voice hoarse from their passionate encounter.
"It's Natalia, your Majesty," came the muffled response. "I apologize for the interruption but, Ralthone knows you've left the castle we must make haste."
Wesleynard paused, his eyes meeting Ana Sofia's. He took a deep breath, his hand still on his hardened cock "We'll be right there," he said, his voice calm but tense.
He turned back to her, his eyes searching hers for a moment. "We'll finish this later," he promised softly.
She looked at his straining cock, "But..." he shushed her, "Come I'll escort you back. It will be less suspicious if you are with me. "
As they made their way down the stairs, Wesleynard couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He knew they had to get back to the castle as soon as possible, but the thought of leaving Ana Sofia like that, unfulfilled, nagged at him. They exited the inn, the cool night air hitting them both in the face. Natalia was waiting for them, her eyes darting between the two of them.
"We need to get back to the castle as soon as possible," she said, her voice urgent. Natalia approached Ana Sofia and chanted a short spell in an instant Ana Sofia's appearance changed to that of a modest Queen, Wesleynard loaded them up in the carriage and through the late hours of the night, they raced back to the castle. They arrived back at the castle just as the sun began to rise, exhausted but relieved. The tension between Wesleynard and Ana Sofia was palpable as they disembarked from the carriage. Natalia followed close behind, her eyes darting between the two of them.
There wasn't much time to catch a moment's rest the minute they walked in Ralthone turned and stalked over to them, his eyes glaring at them.
He directed his frustrations to Ana first, "Where have you been!? I was informed not even a few moments ago that the Queen was nowhere to be found!"
"I apologize for the inconvenience, Sir Ralthone," Ana Sofia replied calmly, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "But as you can see, I am here now. We were... dealing with a matter of utmost importance." She glanced at Wesleynard, who nodded in agreement.
Ralthone seemed to pick up quickly at what was occurring, he nearly bared his teeth as Wesleynard. He only smirked at Ralthone and this seemed to push Ralthone over the edge.
"The gall of this man," Ralthone muttered under his breath, his eyes locked on Wesleynard. "I suggest you both retire to your chambers. We have much to discuss in your absence."
With that, he turned on his heel and left the great hall, his steps heavy with disapproval. As Ralthone's footsteps faded away, Wesleynard turned to Ana Sofia, his eyes softening.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.
She nodded, forcing a small smile. "I'm fine," she lied. "Just tired."
He took her hand, "Come I'll take you to your room." She nodded in agreement as they walked up the stairs, she felt all eyes on her. It was completely obvious that they knew what transpired that night. Surely, they would judge her as an unmarried woman having relations with a man she was not wed to. Once they reached her chambers, he helped her undress and climbed into the bed beside her, pulling the sheets up to their chins. She felt his warmth against her, and the comfort it brought her was almost overwhelming. They lay there in silence, staring up at the ceiling.
She began to stroke his chest and she let her fingers roam around his waist "Wes...what about you?" She breathed out his as he leaned back to look at her.
Their eyes met, and she felt a rush of emotions flowing between them. He cupped her face with one hand, his thumb tracing her cheekbone. "Close your eyes and get some sleep we have all the time in the world," he said softly.
Ana Sofia closed her eyes, feeling the exhaustion catch up to her. She felt his strong arms wrap around her, pulling her close. She nestled into his chest, inhaling his unique scent.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from their encounter. "For everything."