Ophelia leans into Kaillas's embrace, enjoying the comforting presence of his arm around her shoulders, though she knows it will be brief. They have much to see, of that she’s certain. She nods in agreement at his suggestion, looking forward to see what all the beach has in store for them.
"Lead the way,” She says with a smile, trusting that he’ll show her all of the interesting parts of the beach. Based on the images inside of the house, she knows that he’s been here several times before so he’ll know his way around.
They walk hand in hand, their footsteps leaving imprints in the sand as they make their way to their next stop. The wet sand on her feet is something she’s finding that she doesn’t enjoy so she’ll be sure to take a bath upon their return.
As they round the bend, the sight of a small series of caves came into view. The golden light filters through the openings, creating a mesmerizing play of shadows and illuminating the sandy floor. She jolts a bit, clearly excited by this discovery. “We can go in there?” She asks, hopeful. Not only would she love to explore but she would love a moment of privacy with him.
Just a little further and around the bend he saw the caves. Kaillas glanced down at Ophelia as he heard her voice of excitement he only grinned at her, gripping her hand and taking off at jog, taking her with him. He took naturally long strides which is why he slowed his pace so she coukd keep up with him.
He heard the sound of boots hitting the sand behind them and knew their guards had taken at a jog to keep up with them. He tried to ignore it and tried not to think about how easy his days were back in the army. No escort following him around where ever he went.
He came upon the second cave. This one was large enough for then to walk into where the shadows would provide a veil of privacy for them. He slowed his pace, looking at her and walking backwards as he pulled her into the cave. Their guards took up post at the mouth of the cave.
Maillas pulled her deeper in, making sure they were as hidden as possible. Then he tugged Ophelia against his chest. "Have I told you how beautiful you are?" He murmured to her, keeping his voice down so it didn't echo.
The change of pace catches her off guard but she’s quick to adjust and have a little fun with it. Her laughter fills the air as she hurries after him. They may not be able to escape the guards but it’s nice to pretend. As they enter the cave, the world outside fades away, and they are enveloped in the cool darkness.
She looks up at Kaillas, her eyes adjusting to the dim light as he walks backward, pulling her closer. The sound of their guards taking up post at the cave's entrance provides both a comforting assurance and a twinge of annoyance that they’re still there. Still, in this hidden sanctuary, it feels as though they are the only two people in the world.
As Kaillas tugs her against his chest, Ophelia's heart skips a beat. His words, spoken in hushed tones, reach deep within her, stirring emotions she couldn't put into words. She gazes up into his eyes, her own filled with adoration.
"You've told me before, but it never ceases to make my heart flutter," She whispers back. It flustered her greatly to hear it the first time he said it. Now she practically melt at his words, craving more. She adores the way he looks at her. It makes her feel special.
She reaches up and gently brushes her fingers against his cheek, tracing the contours of his face. The roughness of his stubble against her fingertips sent a shiver down her spine. The scar jagging across his skin doesn’t bother her. Rather, she finds it endearing.
Kaillas felt his heart warm at her laughter. It was like music in his ears. The greatest ballad to ever be heard and it was from her belly of laughter. He felt free, for the first time in a long time. He felt free of the crown and the responsibilities. He felt younger. He felt happy, carefree. Something he hadn't felt in a long time.
He cupped her cheek in one of his large hands. He practically held the side of her face in his palm. He leaned his own cheek into her touch, his eyes flittering shut as she touched his scar. He had never let someone do that before. It brought back to many memories. And yet he welcomed her soft touch. One day he would tell her about it but not today.
"And I will never let you forget my beautiful wife." He peeled his eyes open to gaze down at her. "You look beautiful today my dear." And she did. With her hair down and the flowing gown. It suited her well, and reminded him of just how young she was. It showed her youth and he felt a stab of guilt. One he had to force down out of his throat and down to his stomach.
"May I kiss you, wife?" He wanted to show her how he wanted to kiss her up on that alter. If there hadn't been hundred of eyes watching them.
Ophelia contently rests her cheek against his hand, savoring his touch. His vulnerability in allowing her to touch his scar spoke volumes about the trust he already has in her. That means the world to her. She knows that there’s a story there but he hasnt yet shared it with her and she respects his need for time. There’s no rush.
As he speaks, his words melt her heart. The endearment of "my beautiful wife" sends a thrill through her. “I don’t think I will ever tire of hearing that,” She comments wistfully. She isn’t sure how she got lucky enough to end up with a husband as genuine and sweet as Kaillas but she’s eternally grateful for it.
A smile graces her lips as she hears his question. "You may kiss me, husband," She whispers back, the words ‘husband’ rolling smoothly off of her tongue. It will take her some time to get used to it but it’s quickly growing on her.
With their height different, she lifts up on her toes a bit so he won’t have to bend down as much. Finally, they’re alone. The guards outside can’t see or hear them so they can enjoy this moment entirely to themselves.
"Then I will never cease to call you that," Kaillas stroked her cheek, gazing down at her lovingly. He would remind her every day of her beauty if that's what she needed. If it helped to get them through the hard and the bad times, he would always remind her that she was beautiful and lovely to him. Even as their skin aged and wrinkled.
He dropped a hand to her wasn't, pulling her impossibly closer to him. His lips were in a smile as he leaned down to kiss her. His chapped lips brushing against her soft skin. He gripped the side of her neck, tilting her head only to get a deeper angle in which to kiss her.
He decided this was time to introduce her to a deeper level of kissing. Before now, it had only been kisses on the lips and the skin. He had never used his tongue and truly explored that pretty mouth kf hers.
They were married now. This was appropriate. And likely the closet they would get to consumating this marriage for a while.
He nipped at her bottom lip, quickly kissing over the small hurt he had caused. It was a silent answer for her to open her mouth to him so that he could kiss her deeper now.
Feeling his hand on her waist, she is drawn irresistibly closer to him. His smile against her skin sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. Something feels different. She can’t quite pinpoint why but this is different than the other times they’ve kissed. Regardless of what it is, she trusts him.
As their lips meet, a gentle exploration began. The touch of his chapped lips against her soft skin feels both familiar and exciting. His hand on her neck guides her, deepening the kiss. She willing allows herself to be directed. Having been wanting to do this since they’ve met, she reaches her hands up and runs her fingers lightly through his hair.
She leans lightly against him, pressing into his chest. The world around them is nonexistent to her now. All that matters is her husband and being in his arms.
Kaillas's nibble on her lip stirs a mixture of pleasure, slight pain, and surprise. The way he quickly kisses over the spot has her reassured and trusting what he’s doing. She gasps a little, her mouth parting. She hasn’t been expecting that but it certainly isn’t unwelcome.
Kaillas couldn't contain the grin that was growing on his lips. She responded so well to him. The little touches and noises. Her gasp was delectable and he swallowed with his own mouth. No one else was going to get the pleasure of hearing her little sounds.
He wanted to ease her into so not to scare her and let her adjust. The first time he had been kissed with tongue he had been so startled he had hit the lady. Which then he had apologized profusely as a fifteen year old boy did. And then his friends laughed at him causing a brawl between them all.
That was not going to happen this time. With her open mouth, he slid his tongue onto her lips first , just slightly teasing and a silent tell of what he was going to do next. Then he slid his tongue into her mouth, gently exploring and allowing her to get used to the feeling of it.
It felt vastly different from kissing one's lips to using tongue. It wasn't for everyone either. He had known people with texture sensory issues that hated it. This was a time for Ophelia to explore what she liked and didn't like. He would be there every step of the way, guiding her on learning. He was excited to learn with her.
It’s all so new and exciting. Seeing at Kaillas was her first kiss, she’s trying everything out with him. The man will be her first for everything. The thought is a little scary but she trusts him. A few of her past suitors have tried to kiss her before but they were quickly shut down. She’s never had any interest in it until now.
Ophelia's heart races as Kaillas deepened their kiss, introducing his tongue into her mouth. The sensation was new and electrifying, sending a rush of excitement through her body. She knew it was coming but having it actually happen is strange. She follows his lead, tentatively allowing his tongue to explore hers, feeling the gentle dance between them.
Though it certainly isn’t a feeling she’s used to, she thinks that with a little time it’ll grow on her. She lightly grips at his hair, happy to let him guide her. She doesn’t know what she’s doing but she’s willing to give just about anything a try.
(I just spent the last three hours de-shedding a husky and now my lungs are 90% fur lol)
(Also him hitting the lady who kissed him with tongue is hilarious! XD)
(Oof, gotta shed that winter coat)
(And hey, it can be scary if you don't know what to expect XD)
(At least I’m getting paid for suffocating on fur lol)
(Scary enough to smack someone apparently XD)
His neck was hurting. While their height difference was adorable to look at, it did not bode well for his neck and back. Luckily, there was a remedy. He only hoped that it would not spook her.
He bent at the knees, never ceasing their kiss, and grabbed her thighs, picking her up. He kept his hands in a reasonable place. Over her skirts and about mid thigh. There. With her head now at hos level, he was no longer at a risk for pain in his neck for having to bend over constantly to kiss her. It was easier when they were sitting down. He didn't have to bend over so much. If there was a comfortable place to sit, he would have, alas, it was all rock and sand and water.
"You respond so beautifully, my wife," he murmured against her lips. He pulled back from a moment, just to look at her hooded expression. To see the pleasure he gave her on her face. He kissed her once more on the lips before deciding she needed his kisses elsewhere.
He skimmed his lips across her cheek to the underside of her jaw, placing the barest of kisses. He placed another high on her neck, gaging her reaction to the soft touches.
Having to stand up on her tiptoes is taxing and her feet will dislike her later on for this. She’s happy to sacrifice them for this moment though. The real problem with their rather large height different is that when/if they have kids, that is going to hurt.
Noticing that he’s bending down, she hesitates for a moment, not sure what he’s about to do. She squeals in surprise when he picks her up, caught off guard. She quickly wraps her arms around his neck and hands on. Though by she doubts that he would drop her, she’d like to have that extra bit of security.
Realizing that this will make things much easier for both of them, she relaxes. She can’t deny that she’s enjoying the feeling of his hands gripping her thighs to hold her up. She peers at him, breathless and her lips pleasantly swollen from the kissing. His words make a blush crawl across her face. The praise he gives her has her knees feeling weak.
She tips her head back a little when he presses a kiss on her neck, an invitation for him to continue. “Please,” She whispers, knowing that he likes to hear her consent before he does anything.
Kaillas couldn't help but laugh as she squealed. It was a beautiful sound and he couldn't help but grin. He had a tight grip on her thighs. Not enough to bruise but they might leave a faint mark once he set her down. He would never let her fall.
He looked at her, panting from their kiss. She looked exceptional. Even as breathless as she was, looking at him with those doe eyes and swollen lips. She looked perfect. He would have to thank the forces at hand that brought them together. Whatever the circumstances may have been, this has been the right pairing.
He couldn't help but admire as she craned her neck, giving him a better access to her skin. Her plea had him undone. There was nothing he could deny her. He had planned to take things slow but she was making it so difficult.
He leaned his head forward, latching his lips onto her skin. He started off soft, kissing that smooth skin of hers. Then he nipped at her skin, a spot just above her collar. He nipped again before pulling the skin between his teeth and sucking gently, creating a small love mark on her neck.
Ophelia carefully settles her legs on his hips. She keeps her arms wrapped around his neck just in case but she’s starting to feel more secure being held like this. Though she won’t be bruised from his hands on her thighs, she’ll certainly remember the feeling long after he’s stopped.
This man is going to be her undoing and she knows it. Every touch and every word has her melting. She’s finding herself completely willing to go along with whatever he’s doing.
The nip to her neck has her inhaling sharply. She closes her eyes and enjoys the feeling, lightly digging her nails into his shoulders as she holds onto him. A soft moan escapes her lips when he sucks on her neck, leaving a mark. She should be worried about the placement and making sure that she can cover it but instead she’s wishing that he’ll add a few more.
She has to remind herself to keep quiet. The guards are right outside of the cave entrance and she would likely die from embarrassment if they heard her. This is about as much privacy as they’re going to get with their titles so she’ll have to learn to be grateful for it.
As she settled her legs on his hips, he felt her skirts rise up and his fingers kissed bare skin. He kept his hands unfortunately low in her thighs, despite the rising need to move then further up. They had plenty of time before he would take her to bed like that. And it certianly would not be in a cold, dark cave such as this. He would do right by her. Even if he was stealing kisses here in the dark.
His desire was growing and so was something else of his. He had half a mind to roll his hips against her but he worried that it might scare her. Her lips and neck were on the table but anything else and he worried he might be going to fast. He worried he might scare her off.
And with that in mind, he knew he was teetering close to the edge. They needed to slow down before it got out of control. He gave her one last gentle kiss on her neck before slowly setting her down on the floor of the cave. Even if that moan of hers had his knees shaking. Even if all he wanted to do was get on his knees and show her how he could truly please her. Not here. And not now.
He set his forehead against her, breathing heavily. His hands were now cupping her arms, holding her at the elbows. "You test my self control," he murmured.
The feeling of his hands on her bare thighs has her skin on fire. She knows that she needs to pull herself together but she’s struggling to do so. There are so many different feelings coursing through her body and she isn’t sure how to navigate any of them. She’s so wrapped up in him that she’s forgotten where they are.
She shifts a little to keep herself balanced, a little caught off guard when she feels a rather large bulge growing in his pants. This is a vastly different situation from earlier. This morning was an innocent cuddle and now things are intense. She’s flustered but not nearly as concerned now as she was earlier. Things will stop before they go too far.
Just as that thought crosses her mind, she realizing that Kaillas is setting her down. She nearly protests before realizing that this is fore the best. They probably shouldn’t be fooling around too much in a dark dirty cave.
She laughs breathlessly at his words. “Good,” She murmurs, admittedly pleased with herself for having such an effect on him. Setting her forehead lightly against his, she takes a minute to get her breathing and heartbeat in control again.
Kaillas pinched the skin just above her elbow. "Not good, wife. Not unless you wish to seduce me into loosing all control." And he might just for her. And that terrified him. He didn't want to hurt her or scare her but doing something so expected.
He placed a gentle kiss to her forehead before finally pulling away. He smiled down at her, feeling a shoot of pleasure go down his spine at her disheveled appearance. Her dress was wrinkled and hadn't completely fallen. Her lips were swollen and her skin flushed. And she was looking at him with those siren eyes that was enough to make a man weak. Oh how he wanted to get on his knees for her. But not this tome. Not today.
"Come, my little minx, let's walk a little more. We can kiss more tonight before bed." His eyes settled on the love mark he had made low on her neck. It did things to him, seeing her covered with his attentions. He wanted to make more. He wanted to place then where no one would see. Where no one would know expect them. He wanted to see her blush as his fingers traced the hidden marks. He wanted to hear her gasps as he-
He was losing his mind. This woman would certainly drive him insane. She was a witch. She must be if she was doing this all to him. He was under her spell and he was happy to be.
Ophelia laughs when he pinches her elbow, certainly not deterred by that. “And what it that is what I wish?” She asks, though mostly just teasing him. She’s more talk than anything and she’s certain that he knows that. There’s no doubt in her mind that she can trust Kaillas to not do anything crazy.
She knows that she looks a mess but she’s not sure what the extent is. Not wanting to make a fool of herself in front of the guards, she takes a moment to smooth out her dress and to try and make her hair look presentable. There’s not much she can do about her swollen lips and the marks left on her neck. Those will just have to be her admission of guilt. She’s a tad proud of them if she’s honest.
A smile tugs at her lips when he calls her a ‘minx’. She’s hoping that the nickname will stick. She watches as his expression seems to darken. It makes her curious. “What are you thinking about?” She prompts, taking his hand so they can get ready to leave the cage.
Unfortunately they can’t stay in here forever and she knows that. They’ll have to rejoin society eventually.
Kaillas only smiled down at her lovingly. He had no doubt that one day she would truly unravel him, but that day was not today.
He slid his hand down her arms before releasing then entirely while she straightened out her appreance. There would be no hiding what they were up to, even if by some miracle the guards hadn't heard them at all. With her flushed skin and swollen lips along with the marks on her neck, it was obvious. At least she no longer looked like she had just been fucked. Which she hadn't been but she did look it.
He brushed the few strands of hair that had fallen forward over her shoulder, exposing his marks to him. The look he had on his face could be described as purely male. Something primal took over him as gazed down on them. He raised his hand, his thumb passing over one before his head snapped up to her.
"You do not want to know," he murmured, "I think it would scare you today." He wanted to do evil things to her body. Wicked, evil things that she would enjoy. One day, perhaps.
He brought her hand up to his lip, kissing the knuckles. Then he dropped their clasped hand to his side, holding her tightly before guiding her out if the cave. The guards didn't look at him and he didn't look at them.
"I'm thinking we should have our dinner outside. The weather is good for it. It would be nice to stay out here a little bit longer yes?" Sagetly on the green grass and away from the sand, that was.
Ophelia is trying hard not to think about what she looks like right now. She knows that she must be a mess. Unfortunately, she can only do so much to make herself look presentable. At least no one besides the guards are around. That makes her feel a little bit better about her dischiveled appearance.
The look on his face as he gazes at her sends shivers down her spine. She stays perfectly still as he grazes his thumb over one of the marks on her neck. The way he’s looking at her and touching her…..it’s possessive. Her heart nearly jumps ship at the thought. She has quickly decided that she loves it. She can’t get over how he acts around her and how excited it makes her feel.
She certainly does want to know what he’s thinking but she’ll refrain from asking again. “I do hope that you’ll tell me one of these days,” She says lightly. Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad. Or at least she doesn’t think it could be that bad.
She straight up refuses to even look in the direction of the guards when they leave the cave. She’s already pretty embarrassed. She knows that she looks a mess so they’ll be able to tell exactly what they were doing. That thought does not settle well with her.
“Dinner outside sounds wonderful,” She agrees. The weather is perfect for it and she loves the view. It’ll be nice to relax and enjoy a meal together on the beach.
Kaillas merely hummed in answer. She may think she wants to know but the moment he told her all the terrible, wonderful things he wished to do to her, she might not want to know anymore.
He was slow to walk back. He had taken her to their destination and now they could truly enjoy the walk back to the estate. He watched as the waves rolled over the sand, brushing at their feet. He pulled her to the water line, holding her back agonist his chest as the just watched. Watched the small waves crash on the shore and the seawater coming to their ties. He watched as the sun glanced off the sea. He watched as the water disappeared into the sky and he couldn't tell where one ended and the other started.
A moment of peace after their heated moment was needed. Even as his hands were splayed on her stomach, thumb just narrowly missing the underside of her breast. He tucked her head under his chin. He would bring her back to the beach at sunset. When their food was finished and before the sun disappeared behind the water, he would bring her to sit on the sand and watch as the colors of the setting sun manipulated the colors of the water. And he woukd bring her back early in the morning for the rising sun.
After a time had passed, be looked down at Ophelia. "Let's get you inside before you start to turn red." The last thing he wanted was to burn her on their first day there. It was a painful sensation. One he woukd not bestow upon her.
Ophelia leans into Kaillas's embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against her back and the gentle rhythm of his breath. The serene beauty of the ocean before them mirrors the calmness she now feels. It was a welcome respite after the intensity of their earlier encounter.
As she listens to the soothing sound of the waves and watches the play of light on the water, she sighs softly and relaxes. Everything about today has been so perfect. She’s very happy with how it all turned out.
Feeling his hands resting on her stomach, her breath hitches ever so slightly at the tantalizing nearness of his touch. She feels a flutter of desire mingling with the tranquility of the moment. It is a delicate balance, and she relishes in the juxtaposition.
As Kaillas suggests returning indoors to avoid the sun's harsh rays, she nods in agreement, realizing that she has indeed spent enough time exposed to the sun. She’s had a sunburn once before and she certainly didn’t enjoy it.
"Yes, perhaps it's best," She agrees, it wanting to protest. Theyve spent enough time out here for now . As they start to make their way back to the estate, Ophelia finds herself excited to see what’s next. The day has already been filled with a mix of intensity and tranquility, and she knows that the evening held the promise of more unforgettable moments in the arms of her husband.
Kaillas took her hand once more, pulling her away from the shore and higher up on the sand. The estate came closer and closer as they walked along side the beach. He was quiet now, content and happy.
As they finally made it back to where they had stashed their shoes, he picked them up in his hand before scooping Ohphelia up in his arms. He handed her their shoes to hold on to while he carried her.
He smiled at her, bringing her inside as the back door was opened for them. A bath first to wash their feet and then he woukd show her the house. There wasn't too much to it. Endless bedrooms. Top floor for the royals and bottom for the household staff. The kitchens, dining, and sitting room. A private library and office all in one room.
He took her to his room, leaving a trail of sand behind. He felt bad for whoever had to clean that up. No matter how hard it was cleaned, sand always got left behind. Thankfully the guards had stopped trailing them once they were inside the estate and they didn't need an escort to his room.
He set her down on the lid of the toilet before running the bathwater. He didn't set the stopper. He only wished to wash his feet over the running water. He rolled up his pant legs, the bottom part was soaked from the ocean, and stepped in the water. He offered a hand to help her in, gathering her skirts to hold it above the water.
