Consummation

He paused at a white door and pushed it open. A gentle breeze of floral scents floated through the air, and candlelight illuminated the room. White table vases were filled with fuchsia petals and sheer curtains draped from the windows. Rose petals and other delicate blossoms adorned the walls, creating an ethereal garden-like feel. On the ornate table was a bottle of wine surrounded by two gilded glasses. In front of the roaring fireplace lay a bathtub overflowed with iridescent bubbles.

Leon scooped her up in his arms and crossed the threshold. He set her down on the floor with a soft thud before closing the door behind him. A gentle smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth as he tucked a strand of hair stuck to her cheek back into place and said, “You are incredibly sticky.”

A knowing smile spread across her face as she leaned in, grabbed a lock of his hair between her fingertips, and plucked it off his forehead. “Looks like there might have been a bit too much beer at our wedding,” she joked.

He strolled over to the bath, his playful laughter echoing through the chamber. He peeled off his shirt and draped it carefully on a nearby chair. His back was a landscape of shifting ridges and valleys as he stretched forward and swirled his finger in the hot water like a spoon stirring sugar into a cup of tea. The fireplace’s light danced across his body, reflecting off his bronze skin in a mesmerizing fever dream of orange and yellow. He slowly circled Emelia, his eyes tracing her curves until he stopped and stood behind her. His fingertips lightly touched the laces of her corset, tugging them playfully. “May I?” he whispered in her ear.

She slowly turned to face him, her heart pounding. Licking her lips, she tilted her head back to look into his eyes. “Please,” she pleaded in a barely audible whisper. She ached for him, and every inch of her body begged for his touch like it had been doing for months.

Leon gazed into her eyes as his hands wrapped around her waist, his hands tracing the curves of her body as he slowly undid every lace on her corset. He leaned closer and gently kissed her neck, and with each tug, the tight pressure of the corset gave way, allowing pure bliss to seep into its place.

Emelia’s hands shook as she undid the clasps of her corset and let it fall to the floor with a gentle thud. She peeled off her dress with a sense of liberation. She allowed it to slip down over her curves and pool around her slender ankles, reveling in the freedom of being unencumbered. The ivory color of her lingerie glowed against the velvety dark chocolate hue of her skin.

Leon watched with a captivated gaze, his eyes lingering on each scar that appeared along her body. He moved closer to her and dropped to his knees as if he were paying his respects. One by one, he placed gentle kisses upon each mark as her muscles trembled under his touch. Leon kept going, honoring every battle wound he could find on her body with a soft kiss.

As he stood, he locked eyes with Emelia, and she stared back with a warmth that made his heart swell. He reached down to kiss the fresh wound on her shoulder, and his touch elicited a low moan from her lips. “You are beautiful,” he leaned forward and gently kissed Emelia on the lips, which made his pulse quicken. He wanted to savor every moment with his new bride but didn’t want to rush. In a flash of boldness, Emelia broke away from their embrace and looked deep into Leon’s eyes, “We’re married now,” she said boldly, reminding him that there was no longer a need for restraint. “You don’t have to hold back.”

A flush crept across his face, and he leaned in. His eyes darkened with longing as he asked, “Are you sure?”

Emelia’s chin rose in a slow nod, and her eyes fluttered shut. He stepped closer and touched his lips to hers, feeling the warmth radiating from them. His hands drifted down to rest lightly on her shoulders before slipping beneath the straps of her bra and pushing it down her arms with featherlight touches. The bra pooled around her feet, joining the growing pile of discarded clothing.

He couldn’t believe his luck as he slowly ran his hands over her curves. His breath quickened as he edged closer, gently caressing each breast with his palms before claiming them with hungry kisses. Emelia exhaled a low moan of pleasure as they were pulled into one another’s embrace. He moved his hands around to cup her face tenderly, their breathing now rapid and shallow as their mouths collided in an electric touch. His hand instinctively found its way to Emelia’s lower back. He pressed firmly against her, eliciting a gasp of sheer bliss just before she melted into him.

Her hands found his bare shoulders, and her fingers dug into them as she pulled him closer, every nerve in her body responding to the sensation of their naked skin touching. His strong fingertips traced the outline of her waist, hips, and butt, sending tingles along her spine as he moved closer to discover the hidden parts of her that had been concealed beneath the layers of clothes she’d been wearing. There was a moment of hesitation between them before an unspoken understanding passed through their connection. She looked up at him with a question in her eyes, “We’re never going to make it to the bath, are we?”

He answered her with a slow, seductive smile that sent chills down her spine, “No,” he stepped closer and cupped her chin in one hand, lifting it to meet his lips for a passionate kiss. Then, he delicately scooped her up in his strong arms and threw her onto the bed. The sheets were crisp against her skin as she landed, sending goosebumps up her body. He knelt between her legs as his hands moved softly up her legs before finally slipping beneath the fabric of her panties, pulling them off her body. His passion quickly turned into urgency as he tore off his pants, the gentle thump of them hitting the floor. He positioned himself over her, and with one swift movement, he pushed her legs apart, ready to explore the depths of their desires.

He pressed into her as he settled between her legs, feeling the warmth of her body against his. She tightly grabbed the bedsheets in response, letting out a moan that ignited something primal within him. He fought to contain himself but lost the battle as he groaned in unison with her. Their bodies rocked as they were set aflame, consumed by an uncontrollable passion.

Emelia moaned with pleasure as he rocked his hips, the tension between them building to a fever pitch. She ran her nails lightly down his back before digging in and clinging to him. His lips traveled from hers, planting light kisses lower until they reached her breasts. He teased each one with his tongue–softly lapping at each dark areola before flicking and swirling around them, sending waves of pleasure through Emelia’s body that seemed unstoppable.

Emelia’s moans grew louder as Leon increased the speed and force of his thrusting. Each hard, powerful movement sent the bed’s headboard crashing into the wall in symphony to the sound of their moans and grunts. Her lips parted as she gasped for air, her fiery red cheeks were flush with pleasure, and her sweat beaded down her forehead and neck onto the dark sheets beneath her. With each passing moment, the pressure within her grew stronger until it seemed like the whole room was trembling at its peak. Suddenly, her entire being exploded with pleasure, her body quivering around Leon’s as she climaxed.

He bit down on his lip as an unexpected wave of pleasure filled him, his breathing coming in jerky gasps. His hand tightened its grip on the headboard, and he arched his back, pushing himself toward the edge of bliss. He continued to thrust forward with all his might as he reached his peak. With one final surge, he let out a loud moan as his climax released. His muscles tensed and then relaxed while a warm afterglow filled him. After a few moments of post-orgasmic bliss, he slowly withdrew, drawing a contented moan from Emelia. He rolled away, their chests heaving and skin dewy with sweat. As they lay beside each other in exhaustion, their heartbeats thundering in their chests, he looked at her with eyes full of love. “So,” he turned to her with a mischievous smile and suggested excitedly, “how about that bath?” they both gleefully chuckled.

Emelia propped herself up on his chest and met his gaze with a sincere intensity. She brushed a glossy curl of hair away from her face before she asked him tenderly, “Was I good for you?” She feared he had been left unsatisfied by their first time together.

“Of course.” His voice was warm, and a soft laugh lit up his eyes as he said, “You were absolutely perfect.” He tenderly brushed his thumb over her lips before leaning in to press a gentle kiss onto them. His lips moved softly against hers as warmth spread through her body, and she smiled in response. At that moment, all worries seemed a million miles away.

She slowly sat up, her legs trembling from the aftereffects of her first time. He put a gentle arm around her, “Take it easy,” he said, helping her up from the bed. He put his arm around her waist, supporting her until she had the strength to stand. With one arm around her, he guided her to the bath. Though the heat in the tub had lowered, the fireplace embers lingered, warming their bodies as they settled into the tub.

Leon sat back in the bathtub, and Emelia nestled her back into his chest. He placed one arm around her waist, and his other hand gently traced up and down her damp arm as he whispered, “No matter what happens tomorrow. I don’t regret a thing.”

Before the excitement of their surprise wedding and their first night together, Emelia had remembered something important she wanted to share with Leon. She’d turned to him, lightly wading in the mammoth tub, and said, “You know, after you left, I went and gave both Charles and Edward a piece of my mind.”

Leon dipped the sponge in soapy water and slowly ran it along Emelia’s body. Tiny pinpoints of bubbles cascaded down her curves as he applied gentle pressure. He glanced up to see her expression and sighed, “I bet that didn’t go over well.”

Emelia shivered beneath his expert touch as his strong, callused hands moved over her skin. “It took some convincing,” she said softly, “but they agreed with my recommendations,” she continued, her gaze holding his, “We are free to marry each other. Which is what I was coming to tell you.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” he said as he scooped up a handful of the water and threw it towards her playfully. “Do you know how nervous I was, defying the other kingdoms?”

“I rather enjoyed the dangerous side of Leon,” she said, her lips curving into a sultry smirk. “It was downright alluring.”

“You astound me,” he whispered. He could hardly believe his eyes as he looked at the beauty before him. Her long hair was slick from the water and glistened in the moonlight streaming through the window. He touched it, gently brushing his fingertips along her locks. When their eyes met, a shiver ran down his spine, and he drew her close, embracing her in a passionate kiss. They then wrapped themselves up in a large towel and made their way to bed, secretly feeling joyous that they were now husband and wife. They held each other close until morning, excitedly discussing how they would announce the news to their Kingdoms.