When the golden light faded, they were in his private quarters—soft lights, warm and intimate, shadows dancing across the walls.
He pressed her against him again, lips brushing hers.
"Here," he whispered, voice husky. "Here, I can have you, undisturbed…"
He began to tug at the edges of her clothing, letting the fabric fall slowly, deliberately, revealing her form.
Every glance, every brush of skin against skin, crackled with anticipation, heat, and desire.
A faint shiver ran down both their spines, and the room seemed to pulse with their shared, magnetic energy.
Once her clothes were all off, Fey'ha spread her legs.
"Mm." His voice vibrated with his heart, sending tingles straight through You'na's delicious parts.
It had been a while since she'd had a good fling; she was almost burning with excitement.
Fey'ha was definitely destined to give her the night of her life tonight.
She watched him curiously—and a bit impatiently.
It was a feast in his eyes, taking in her beautiful body.
Every last inch.
Fey'ha paused a moment when noticing she was a pureling (a virgin), and it filled him with a great sense of joy and satisfaction.
He felt honored to be her first desired partner. He slowed his movements.
And something extra seemed to fill his being, making everything in action hotter and more sensational than before.
You'na's skin was set aflame from every touch. Even her priest spirit stirred for a moment.
Her eyes widened in shock.
What the hell was that?!
Tingles swept through her body again as she fell into a pleasurable daze.
His touch was so careful, so tender, so confident—it seemed he knew exactly what he wanted and how to take it, coaxing it out of her.
Thoroughly, his eyes slowly and sensationally, with hunger, trailed all the way down before he zoomed in on the area where he really wanted to taste.
Fey'ha wasted no time. He dove straight in, taking his prize into his mouth.
He sucked, licked, and kissed her gently, holding her legs in place, not allowing her to run away.
"Ahh… mm," You'na moaned, seeing stars.
She tried to pull back to give herself a bit of breathing space, but he placed a strong hand on her lower belly, lifting a leg over his shoulder and kept feasting.
He did not stop until the pressure that built up at the bottom of her belly finally rushed free.
"Did you come for me?" he asked seductively, his lips glistening.
He had a knowing smile on his lips.
He licked them slowly as his eyes darkened.
He towered over her and kissed her softly.
His hand trailed softly from her shoulder to her back to her breast, which he played with for a little before sliding his hand down to her side and gripping it tightly, bringing her waist to his, so she could feel his desire for her.
You'na cast a spell, causing his clothes to disappear, leaving him naked.
He chuckled, brows raised in amusement.
And she smiled mischievously.
"You were taking a bit too long. I got a little bored."
"Oh, bored, you are?" he asked seductively, inching his lips down her ear.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure you aren't bored anymore," he told her, his voice deep and husky.
Feeling that she was all wet and ready for him, he gave her teasing kisses on her lips and down her neck and chest as he slowly, inch by inch, entered her, taking care not to hurt her.
"Mm… ahh." You'na winced a bit and moaned at the entry.
Dammit, she cursed mentally.
I forgot this body in this world was completely pure and innocent.
Thankfully, Fey'ha had noticed and treated her with care.
He held still after he had fully entered her, waiting patiently until she adjusted.
When she moved first, growing impatient, that gave him the OK to go.
He took his time, thrusting into her softness, sweet and intimate.
Other times, deep and tender.
He whispered in her ear, "You're so beautiful. Do you know that?"
He picked up his pace a little.
"Gasp." You'na arched into him.
"You taste and feel so good," he whispered, trailing his lips down her jaw.
He kissed it softly.
"All night I've been watching you dance with others," he hissed in her ear, nipping at her lip playfully.
"Oh?" she lazily asked, opening one eye as she glanced at him.
"You saw, you knew my desire for you, and felt my eyes and the heat I could provide, yet you still danced with others." His tone was dark and deep.
"Do you know how I felt when you ignored me?"
He thrusted harder, staring into her eyes, unblinking.
He wanted to show and tell her how frustrated he was when she was surrounded by others and she wasn't paying attention to him.
He slowed his pace, breathing harder into her as he confessed his jealous thoughts, telling her that she needed to be punished.
"I didn't like them surrounding you or touching you. I'm not sure why I feel this way."
Though he laughed it off, she could hear the genuine hurt in his tone.
It made her heart skip a beat and ache, stirring her priest spirit.
What is going on?! she asked herself.
But she couldn't help herself from reaching out to him. They shared a tender kiss, and she uttered words of apology before she could stop herself.
Their foreheads were pressed against each other.
Before she had time to process or catch her breath, Fey'ha flipped her over.
"It seems my little You'na needs punishing," she heard him whisper to her.
"Mhm… ahh." You'na curled with mad pleasure.
At points when the night of passion finally paused, You'na lay back against the silken sheets, chest rising and falling, body trembling with lingering waves.
Fey'ha didn't immediately move away.
Instead, he stayed close, his hand tracing idle circles on her hip as though reluctant to let go.
When she tried to sit up, he gently pressed her back down.
"Don't move yet. You need to eat and drink first."
With a flick of his fingers, a tray appeared—fruits glistening with nectar, bread steaming fresh, a pitcher of cool water.
He fed her carefully, pressing slices of fruit to her lips.
She rolled her eyes but opened her mouth, biting down with a soft hum.
"You're treating me like I'm fragile," she teased between bites.
"You are fragile," he countered smoothly, offering her another piece.
"But you're also fire. And fire deserves to be cared for after it burns."
She swallowed, her smirk faltering just a little under the weight of his gaze.
When the tray was empty, Fey'ha scooped her into his arms as though she weighed nothing. You'na gasped, clinging to his shoulders.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Bath," he said simply, carrying her through a door that led to a private chamber.
Steam curled up from a large marble pool, water scented with petals and herbs.
He stepped in with her still in his arms, lowering her into the warm water.
The heat kissed her skin, relaxing her sore body. She sighed in spite of herself.
Fey'ha joined her, sitting close, his hands gently washing over her.
His fingers traced down her back, over her arms, through her hair, slow and tender.
"You don't have to—" she began, but her words caught when he cupped water and poured it gently over her chest, his touch reverent.
"I want to," he said firmly.
For a moment, she didn't know how to respond.
Her usual teasing words vanished, replaced by something unfamiliar and heavy in her chest.
After the bath, he wrapped her in a thick towel, lifting her again as if she belonged there in his arms.
He carried her through the quiet corridors of his quarters and laid her gently in his bed.
When he moved to stand, she caught his wrist.
" Where are you going?." she asked.
The word slipped out before she could stop it.
His brows lifted slightly in surprise, but then a slow, warm smile curved his lips.
He leaned down, brushing her hair back from her face.
"I wasn't planning on leaving."
He slid in beside her, pulling the blankets over them both.
His arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close, and for the first time that night, the heat of their bodies softened into warmth.
You'na lay still for a long while, listening to his steady breathing.
Her heart pounded in a way that had nothing to do with lust.
Damn it, she thought, closing her eyes.
'What are you doing to me, Fey'ha?'
He'd wake her up every little while.
Fey'ha entered her from behind and took her anyway he wished.
Soft, hard, slow or fast it didn't matter.
He whispered naughty things in her ears, rubbing, caressing, kissing her back, neck, and shoulders.
He called her his gur'fid.
She was shocked but wrapped up in the feeling.
He took her many times throughout the night.
He teased himself on her entrance, but never entered again—only pleasuring her, letting her get her releases.
It was probably the best damn pleasure she'd ever had in her life.