"You like that, Your Highness?" she purred, her voice low and husky with desire.
"Yea..." Mikhailis stuttered, his usual eloquence failing him in the face of such pleasure.
"Good." She increased the pace of her strokes, her grip tightening as she pumped his shaft.
The sensation was almost overwhelming, and Mikhailis felt his control slipping, his hips thrusting into her hand as he chased the friction. His breathing grew ragged, his mind fogged with desire.
"F-fuck," he managed, his hands grasping at the grass beneath him, desperate for sothing to anchor him.
He know that he shouldn’t stand still, so he also start using his hands. He grabbed her waist and pull her closer, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. His touch was gentle but firm, his fingers teasing her nipples through the fabric.
The sensation was electrifying, and she arched into his touch, a low moan escaping her lips. Her grip on his cock tightened, and he gasped, his hips bucking against her hand.
"Mmmhh... Y-Your hands are skillful as always, Your Highness..." She said with a smirk, and he could feel the heat radiating from her skin, her face flushed with arousal.
He pulled her in for another heated kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth as his hands continued their exploration. His touch was insistent, needy, and she responded in kind, her free hand tangling in his hair as she kissed him deeply.
His hands road over her body, mapping out every curve and contour, morizing the way she felt pressed against him. She was soft and pliant, yet strong and unyielding, a contradiction that only made him want her more.
Mikhailis could feel his climax building, the pressure coiling in his abdon, but he wanted to savor this mont, to commit every detail to mory. Her lips, her scent, the way her skin felt beneath his fingertips—it was intoxicating, a drug he never wanted to give up.
She must be feeling the sa way, because her grip on his cock had tightened, her movents becoming more frantic. They were both chasing their release, desperate for that final push over the edge.
Mikhailis could barely think, his mind fogged with desire, but he knew what he needed. He slid his hands lower, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer. The movent caught her off guard, and she gasped, her grip on his cock faltering.
He took advantage of the montary distraction, shifting their positions and pushing her down onto the ground. She blinked up at him, her green eyes wide with surprise, but the hint of a smile tugged at her lips.
"I’m not going to lie," she murmured, her voice husky and teasing, "it’s pretty hot when you take charge like that, Your Highness."
"And I’m not going to lie," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her neck, his voice low and dangerous, "but it turns on even more when you call that."
She smirked, her hand returning to his cock and stroking him slowly, deliberately.
"Well, then," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "you better take , Your Highness."
He couldn’t resist her invitation any longer. With one smooth movent, he hooked his thumbs in her waistband and pulled her shorts down, exposing her naked body. He drank in the sight, his gaze traveling over every inch of her, before moving closer and positioning himself between her legs.
His cock brushed against her inner thigh, and they both inhaled sharply, the anticipation hanging in the air between them. She gazed up at him, her cheeks flushed, and bit her lip, a gesture that sent a shiver of desire through him.
He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss as he positioned himself at her entrance. Her free hand tangled in his hair, her grip tightening as she pressed against him.
"Do hard, Your Highness," she whispered, her voice breathy with desire.
Those words were his undoing. With one smooth movent, he sank into her, his gigantic thing burying itself in her wetness. They both moaned in unison, the sound mingling in the night air.
"MNnnnnhhh!!!!" Cerys couldn’t help but moaned, the sensation of him inside her almost too much to bear.
Mikhailis gritted his teeth, his thing throbbing within her tightness. She was so warm, so wet, so perfect, and it took all of his willpower not to lose control imdiately. He gave her a mont to adjust, his hands caressing her skin as he kissed her deeply.
"You feel amazing, Cerys, so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"So do you," she managed, her breathing ragged as she gazed up at him.
Her green eyes were filled with desire, a longing that mirrored his own. In that mont, nothing else mattered. It was just the two of them, lost in their own world, consud by a passion that burned brighter than the stars above.
With one final deep kiss, he began to move, his hips rocking against hers as he sank into her depths. The friction was exquisite, and they both gasped, their bodies responding to each other instinctively.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he increased the pace of his thrusts. His hands road over her body, his touch gentle yet urgent, his fingers morizing every curve and angle.
She arched her back, her body moving in perfect sync with his, their movents as fluid as water. The pressure inside him was building, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
"Cerys..." he breathed, his voice barely a whisper, his gaze locked on hers.
She gazed up at him, her green eyes wide and filled with wonder, and the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. In that mont, he knew—the extent of her her passion and her feelings.
"I... I love you, Your Highness," she whispered, her hands cupping his cheeks as she pulled him down for another passionate kiss.
The admission seed to break so sort of barrier between them, and their movents beca more urgent, more frenzied. They moved together, their bodies in perfect harmony, their desire a living, breathing entity.
"I’m close," he warned, his voice hoarse, his muscles tensing as he fought to hold on.
She nodded, her body writhing beneath his as she neared her climax. " too."
The tension was coiling within her, building to a breaking point, and with one final thrust, he sent her over the edge.
Her back arched, her fingers digging into his skin, her lips parted in a wordless cry. He held her tightly, his gaze never leaving hers as he felt her walls clench around his at rod. The sensation was enough to send him spiraling into his own climax, and he took her tongue that got stuck out to his mouth, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into her.
"MNNNHHHH!!!!" With thirsty voice, she moaned loudly and uncontrollably, not knowing her body is being overwheld.
As the climax fades, Mikhailis pulls her closer, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly. The world around them seems to fade away, leaving only the sound of their mingled breaths and the rapid beating of their hearts.
"I love you too, Cerys," he whispers, the words finally finding their way to the surface.
She looks up at him, her cheeks flushed and her hair tousled, and the vulnerability in her expression takes his breath away.
"I love you more, Your Highness," she murmurs, her voice trembling slightly.
He pulls her in for a tender kiss, pouring every ounce of his feelings into the movent.
"I think you’re wrong, Lone Wolf," he whispers against her lips, "because I love you the most."
"Mm... No way. I’m sure I love you the most," she counters, a playful note creeping into her tone.
They share a laugh, their gazes locked, and he feels a warmth spreading through his chest. In that mont, he knows—she is the one. The person he has been waiting for all this ti, the one who understands him like no one else.
"I suppose we’ll have to agree to disagree," he says, his voice tinged with amusent.
"Agreed." She leans in for another kiss, her lips brushing against his in a gesture of affection and understanding.
The rest of the world falls away, and for a mont, all is right with the world.
"What a great day," she mutters, and a faint smile plays across her lips.
"You can say that again, Lone Wolf," he responds, a similar grin forming on his face.
The moonlight glints off his glasses, giving him a mischievous look. "So, shall we go for another round?"
"Hell yeah," she says, her eyes twinkling with excitent.
Mikhailis leans in, his lips ghosting over hers as his hand snakes around her waist. "Well then, let’s make the most of this night, my Lone Wolf."
And the night goes on until morning, the sound of their mingled breaths and the pounding of their hearts the only witnesses to their passionate lovemaking.
The woods are quiet, and the moon shines brightly through the trees. It’s the perfect setting for an intimate night between the two.
"This is nice," Mikhailis murmurs.
"It is," Cerys agrees.
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