WARNING!!: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HIGHLY EXPLICIT SCENES!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
Ophelia's POV
For the next week, my fine was divided between supervising the soldiers, both in Alkazar and Alervan for good measure, along with my parents and engaging in sword practice.
Today, the literal day before we planned to go to battle, I decided I'm going to do archery, because in my mother's kingdom they were rangers. I am good with a bow and arrow but I have not used one in two months. One out of the two months is because of my capture.
I did miss the first arrow by a landslide but I actually hit the bullseye on the second try, I was at that for hours and then I decided to make use of my throwing stars. We - I and Sage- stayed in that courtyard for hours and then went to my room. He walked in with me and he leaned against my bed post spaced out.
"What's wrong?" I asked softly but he didn't answer, still in a world of his own.
"Sage?" I called and he turned to me, breaking out of his haze.
"I have to come face to face with that bastard tomorrow, after finding out all the shit he did," he had an unmistakable look of disgust on his face.
"Think of him as dirt under your shoe, he is not worth the thought,"I tried to comfort, emphasis on the word "tried" .
"You know princess when I was younger he would come in and beat the crap out of me for no other reason than the fact that he just wanted to. He always hit or whipped me 9 out of 10 times in the chest or stomach and when I would cry or yell, he'd go "Be a man" and for the longest time possible I thought it was my fault. I thought that I was such a shitty son that I deserved to be hit for merely existing. He made me think I was a crappy person for the better half of my life and the worst part is that I still have the scars," he took off his shirt and his entire chest and abdomen were covered in scars.
"Everyday when I look at my actual self in the mirror, I am reminded of the time I had absolutely no power against him," It made sense now why I never saw the scars. He was always shifted to hide the scars and the day after I was saved he had his back to me.
"I know it's not my fault but the scars make me feel like I am unworthy," I heard his voice crack and it just broke my heart.
"Oh no Sage," I hugged him and he wrapped his hands tight around me, taking a deep breath.
"Magnus is pure scum for what he did, it's not your fault. I hope you know that?" He nodded.
"Scars or not you're still my Sage," and I kissed every one of the scars that marred his chest. His chest was so perfect to me, in fact he was perfect, scars and all. He was so beautifully sculpted that he looked hand crafted by the gods. At least they did one right thing. They created Sage and this man was a fine specimen. Both inside and out.
I looked up and at him and saw an emotion in his eyes that can only be described as lust?
I slowly stood back straight, never breaking eye contact with him. When I stood straight he placed his hand on my face and caressed my face.
He leaned in and kissed me, it was soft but it felt like he was holding back.
"Sage, I don't think you need this with how you are?" I did not want him to deny his emotions and use me as a coping mechanism. I personally was fine with it, but I am not sure it was the best thing for him.
"I think I need this…you more than anything," that was enough to convince me.
He captures my lips in a deep kiss and this time he wasn't holding back. The kiss seemed hungry and I matched the hunger.
He lifts me up, not breaking the kiss and lays me on the bed. I sit up against the bed as he reaches for the hem of my shirt.
"May I?" He asked in a breathy voice. He is going to make me go crazy before I need to. I nodded quickly and the shirt was off me in the blink of an eye.
His lips were back on mine and I unclasped my bra. My thought process was non-existent right about now.
I relaxed back into bed and he took off his belt and somehow managed to tie both my hands to the bed frame and I let him. I stared up at him and just blinked a couple times in shock at how fast he did it.
He kissed down my jaw, then down the column of my neck and then to my chest, I took a swift breath and bit my lips. He licked and sucked on my nipples until I was panting and trying to wreathe out of my bondings.
He gently tugged at a nipple and I bit my bottom lip to the point I drew blood.
He kissed down my stomach to in between my legs. He gently scraped his teeth over my clit and sucked on it. He feasted on me like he was a prisoner on death row and I was his last meal and I fucking loved it. He stopped and looked up at me, and his eyes had black seeping in from around them and his aura was different. It was dark, but for some reason it made me even more turned on.
"I want to hear you, I want to hear what I'm doing to you " he said in a voice that was enough to make me cross the finish line.
I put up a barrier and he turned his head to the right, I wasn't sure if it was the raging hormones but I have never found someone's neck so attractive.
"You and your barriers," and he was back to eating me out. I pulled against the belt but it refused to come loose.
He ravaged me like a mad man of which I was his only sanctuary. His tongue made by muscles tighten in pleasure. My chest heaved and the sight of him was just so erotic.
My hips bucked and I saw stars, Sage lapped up every single drop with his tongue. My entire body shook and my thoughts were even more incoherent.
When I came back to the land of the living because I am convinced I saw angels, Sage was staring at me.
He stared at me to the extent that I had the urge to hide. I raised my legs and he must have caught on to what I was trying to do because he held my legs down by my ankles.
"Don't," and this was the moment I knew I was too far gone because I just nodded in agreement. This man would be the death of me.
Next thing I knew - although at this point my thoughts were all jumbled up so I did not know- the clothing that was covering the lower half of his body was gone. How he did that so fast? I do not know. My eyes wandered from his chest down and my eyes widened, albeit not the best reaction, it was realistic. How was I supposed to-
"Princess, my eyes are up here," he sounded so smug, like he was enjoying my reaction.
"Oh I Know."
"Is that so?" and his fingers were inside me, my eyes widened at the intrusion. When I was over the shocked I succumbed to the pleasure and I was putty in his hands.
I moaned and writhed under him, this fucking knot. Soon enough I was riding his fingers like a moaning mess. His fingers were replaced by him and my breath caught in my throat.
He worked himself in slowly, working in slow thrusts, then he got faster and deeper, till the point I couldn't keep my eyes open. I was close to climaxing and Sage went faster and faster. I moved my hips and chased the sensation home, my eyes rolled back and I - once again - saw stars. Sage kept on and came inside me, in that moment his eyes were completely black and I realized that I had to reevaluate my kinks.
When we caught our breaths I brought down the barrier.
He carried me in his arms and I grabbed onto his biceps, "Let's get you cleaned up," he opened the door and I got in the shower , which he also got in behind me.
My back was to his and he apparently could not resist fingering me to another climax,not that I was complaining.
When we eventually got to having an actual shower and finished, we wrapped a towel around me and carried me out.
He placed me on the bed and put on my nightgown for me. I was really enjoying this.
Somehow he had a pair of clothes in my room, which I wondered how they got there. He got dressed, whilst I was ogling at him, thankfully for me he stayed shirtless. As if on cue a knock was on my door. The timing.
"Yes?" I called out.
"Your highness, I am here to bring you dinner," the maid called out and I put a barrier around where Sage was because I was not planning to explain what he was doing in my room.
I opened the door and she dropped the tray on the table in front of my bed and left.
After she was gone, I locked the door and then took down the barrier.
Sage sat down next to me and fed me. Even though I protested quite a bit, he refused to hear it. If I said I wasn't looking at his chest and arms the whole time, I would be a bold faced liar.
He fed me and then I went to bed with his hands wrapped around mine. Pure bliss.
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A/N: I have no prior recollection of writing this chapter.