He closed his eyes for a moment, her words settling in his chest like a flame. When he opened them again, they were filled with a warmth and devotion that left her breathless. "You are my everything, Emily," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. No one I wouldn't fight. And no place I wouldn't go to keep you safe."
He moved slowly, deliberately, adding one finger to her sensitive area, drawing a gasp from her lips. The sound was soft yet filled with surprise, as her hands instinctively clenched the pillow beneath her, seeking something to ground herself. With a gentle rotation of his finger, he felt her body responding, squirming against him, and he reveled in her reactions.
His knees pinned her legs in place, a possessive yet tender hold that made her feel safe and vulnerable all at once. As he added another finger, the pressure built within her, a sweet tension that promised something more. He began placing soft, lingering kisses along her inner thighs, each touch igniting a fire within her that was impossible to ignore.
Soon, overwhelmed by desire, she found herself succumbing to the rhythm of their shared pleasure, her lips wrapping around his fingers as she began to suck gently. A deep groan escaped him, reverberating through the air like a low melody, stirring an intoxicating sense of intimacy between them. When she finally came undone, her body quivering with release, she soaked his fingers, the taste of her essence compelling him to savor every drop.
"This is your first orgasm, princess," he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. "And like I said, you truly taste like an elixir."
His hands traveled down to her knees, fingers tracing their delicate curves before bending down, his head moving lower between her legs. He flicked his tongue across her swollen clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She moaned softly, fingers weaving into his dark silver hair, anchoring herself as waves of bliss crashed over her.
Each flick of his tongue was met with a soft gasp or a moan, his movements skillful and relentless. He traced her clit, building the tension until she reached the brink again, her body responding to him with a fervor that took them both higher.
As the moment escalated, he felt the urge to be closer, to become one with her completely. He removed his pants, the urgency between them palpable, and hovered above her, his manhood positioned teasingly over her clit.
"I love you to infinity, princess," he whispered, his voice deep and filled with promise. He entered her gently, feeling the warmth envelop him, a moment that felt both sacred and exhilarating. A small scream escaped her lips, her beautiful eyes shimmering with tears that betrayed her innocence.
He paused, allowing her body to adjust to him, savoring the intimacy of the moment. Slowly, he began to slide in and out, each movement eliciting breathy moans from her lips. Her nails formed tiny grooves along his back, a mixture of pleasure and desperation pushing him to increase his pace.
With each thrust, she arched her back, surrendering to the rhythm of their connection. The room filled with the sounds of their shared passion, a symphony of gasps, moans, and whispers echoing off the walls, enveloping them in a world of their own.
The morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a soft golden glow that danced across the room. Niklaus lay propped on one elbow, his gaze fixed on Emily, who lay peacefully in his embrace. Her long lashes brushed against her cheeks, and her golden hair sprawled out like a halo around her. The marks on her neck, remnants of their passionate night, glimmered softly in the light—a testament to their bond, a mark of ownership, and a symbol of the love that had flourished between them.
As if sensing his watchful gaze, Emily stirred, her body shifting slightly, pressing closer to him. Her eyes fluttered open, and when they locked onto his, a blush crept across her cheeks, illuminating her features even more.
"Good morning, Princess," he murmured, a smile breaking across his face, warmth flooding his chest.
"Good morning," she replied, her voice soft and sleepy, still wrapped in the remnants of slumber. As she blinked away the sleep, she gasped when he trailed his fingers lightly along her waist, sending delightful shivers coursing through her.
"Niklaus," she breathed, gripping his bicep instinctively, anchoring herself in the moment.
"Hmm?" he responded, his voice thick with sleep and warmth, as he brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, revealing her delicate neck further.
"What are you doing to me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with a mix of awe and excitement.
"Just admiring the view," he teased, his tone playful yet sincere. "You're breathtaking, you know that?"
Her cheeks flushed deeper, a mix of embarrassment and delight as she averted her gaze for a moment, a shy smile dancing on her lips. "You always know how to make me feel special," she said, her eyes sparkling with joy.
"Because you are special," he replied earnestly, leaning closer, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. The kiss deepened, a sweet exploration that conveyed all the words left unspoken. When they finally broke apart, he studied her face, his heart swelling with affection.
"Now let's get ready, shall we?" he said with a mischievous glint in his eye as he effortlessly lifted her into his arms, her surprised squeal echoing in the air. Emily immediately clutched the sheets, attempting to cover her body, a mix of embarrassment and teasing shyness flooding her cheeks.
Niklaus chuckled, his deep voice resonating with amusement. "There's no point in hiding it, sweetheart. I've already seen every inch of you and savored every part of you," he teased, his lips curling into a playful smirk as he made his way toward the bathroom.
"Shut up!" she shot back, her voice muffled against his chest, but the warmth of her laughter was undeniable.
"Can't help it," he said, laughing as he reached the bathroom door. "You're just too adorable when you blush like that."
Emily snuggled deeper into his chest, her heart racing. "You're impossible," she murmured, though her tone was light, and she couldn't help but smile at his playful banter.
"I prefer the term 'irresistible,'" he replied, setting her down gently on her feet in the bathroom. The sunlight poured in through the window, illuminating the space and making everything feel fresh and alive.
As the sun began to rise over the vast expanse of the Emberlyn Kingdom, Niklaus had set the stage for a celebration like no other. The castle, usually filled with servants and guards, lay quiet and still—perfectly isolated, just for them.
After a day of passion and love, Niklaus had planned an intimate celebration for Emily's birthday, intending to fill the day with surprises that would make her feel cherished and adored. The two of them wandered into the expansive courtyard, which was adorned with vibrant wildflowers and lush greenery, untouched by any other souls. The air was fragrant with the sweet scent of blossoms, and the gentle breeze carried the soft notes of a distant lute, played by a hidden musician he had summoned for her delight.
"Happy birthday, my love," Niklaus said, a warm smile spreading across his face as he revealed a beautifully crafted tiara made of gold and adorned with sapphires—her birthstone.
Emily gasped, her eyes sparkling with surprise. "Niklaus, it's beautiful! You didn't have to go through all this trouble."
"It's no trouble when it comes to you," he replied, carefully placing the tiara on her head. "You are the queen of my heart, and today we celebrate your reign over my life."
Her cheeks flushed with happiness as she twirled, the tiara glimmering in the sunlight. "I feel like a true queen," she laughed, her heart swelling with joy.
They then moved to a shaded area where a lavish picnic awaited them. A large blanket was spread across the soft grass, laden with an array of fruits, pastries, and a bottle of the finest wine from Emberlyn's vineyards.
"Come, sit with me," he beckoned, gesturing for her to take her place beside him. As she settled down, he poured her a glass, their fingers brushing against each other—a spark of electricity igniting between them.
"To many more birthdays together," he toasted, raising his glass. "May each year be filled with love, laughter, and endless adventures."
"To us," she replied, clinking her glass against his and sipping the rich, sweet wine.
After indulging in the delicious feast, Niklaus led her to a secluded grove at the edge of the castle grounds, where an intricately carved wooden archway draped with soft fabric awaited them. "Close your eyes," he instructed playfully.
"Am I going to like this?" she asked, curiosity dancing in her voice.
"Trust me, princess," he said, an air of mischief in his tone. "I promise it will be worth it."
She obeyed, feeling his hand gently guide her through the archway. When he finally said, "Open your eyes," she gasped in delight.
Before her lay a breathtaking scene—a small, serene pond surrounded by more wildflowers, and floating lanterns adorned with candles were lit and set to drift across the water's surface. The sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow across everything.
"It's enchanting, Niklaus!" Emily breathed, feeling as though they had stepped into a dream.
"I wanted you to experience magic today," he said softly, moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Just like you've brought magic into my life."
With that, he leaned down, kissing her shoulder, igniting a warmth within her. They both watched as the lanterns floated away, illuminating the water with a soft, ethereal glow. The moment was filled with peace and connection, their hearts beating as one.
As night fell, they returned to the castle. The grand hall, usually echoing with laughter and life, was transformed into a romantic haven—candles flickering, illuminating the space with a warm glow. A roaring fire crackled in the hearth, creating a cozy atmosphere as Niklaus led her to the center of the room.
"Now, for the grand finale," he said, stepping back as musicians emerged from the shadows, playing a soft, enchanting melody.
"Dance with me, my queen," he requested, extending his hand to her.
With a smile, she took his hand, and he pulled her close. They swayed to the music, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other's embrace, their love radiating like a beacon of light in the dim room.
As the song came to an end, Niklaus pulled back slightly to look into her eyes. "No matter what challenges we face, I will always celebrate you, Emily. You are my everything, now and forever."
"Thank you, Niklaus. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world," she said, tears of happiness glistening in her eyes. "You've made this day unforgettable."
He wiped a tear away with his thumb, his gaze tender. "Today is just the beginning. I promise you a lifetime of moments like this."
With that, they shared a deep kiss, sealing their promises and dreams under the flickering candlelight, knowing that their love story was just beginning to unfold in the grand tapestry of their lives as king and queen.
As Emily soaked in the luxurious grand bath, the warm water enveloped her like a comforting embrace, adorned with delicate petals from fragrant flowers floating serenely around her. The soft flicker of candlelight danced across the ornate marble walls, creating an intimate atmosphere filled with tranquility. She leaned back against the edge, her mind replaying the events of the day—the surprise, the love, and the enchanting moments spent with Niklaus.
"He is everything I wanted, Marianne," Emily said, her voice light and filled with joy. "I loved my birthday today." The smile on her face was radiant, reflecting the happiness that coursed through her veins.
Marianne, Emily's loyal maid, was seated behind her, gently washing her hair. "Both of you are made for each other, Your Highness," she replied, her hands skillfully working through Emily's long, silky locks. But as she continued her task, her trained eyes caught sight of a familiar figure entering the room.
Niklaus strode in, his presence commanding and powerful. Instantly, Marianne bowed her head respectfully, but he gestured for her to be silent and leave the room. With a nod, she slipped away, leaving the two of them alone, the air thick with unspoken tension and affection.