Saving Prince James: A James and Sofia Love Story
Set in an alternate universe, James is now 20 and usurped his father as king and conquered every kingdom to create an empire, but he has lived his years as a lonely king with only power and wealth to keep him company. When Cedric summons a banished Sofia, 18, to the castle to secretly save the kingdoms and James, something stirs in James's heart the moment he sees a grown and blossomed Sofia. Can a banished princess save the kingdoms and a ruthless prince find his way into the heart of a princess he once lost?
**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. **
Chapter 42: Loving
James
The night had gone by peacefully in James's opinion, besides the occasional cracks against him from Hugo. James understands that their friendship is mending, but he can only take so much of Hugo at a time.
And it seems like he's already reaching his limit.
They're all here for an undetermined amount of time. So, who knows how long they're stuck in this grand tree for. It could be for a few days to years, it's all dependent on how quickly they can take this man down. Much to James's dismay.
This sucks…. James inwardly groaned.
Before they used to have a whole castle to not see or be near each other. Now, they're confined to a magical cabin inside a mystical tree in an enchanted forest. There isn't a lot of places for him to have his peace away from Hugo.
Now, don't get him wrong. James will be civil and promised not to physically fight him, but if a snide remark happens to be thrown, don't blame him for what may happen. James is only human – a cursed human, but still human.
And all James wants right now is to go to bed with his wife in his arms.
They all had dinner together in the sitting room but did not stay long afterward as it was clear that everyone was exhausted from today's events. The day has just caught up with them.
Amber had literally fallen asleep seconds after dinner while Edward had gone to clean up after everyone, not looking as tired as everyone else aside from the growing dark circles under his eyes. Lucinda was helping him. Well, kind of. She waved her wand and the dishes began to wash and dry themselves. Edward was just wiping down the tables and counters really.
Hugo, on the other hand, was yawning his lungs out in one of the chairs by the fire. James noted how he had a book in his hands but it had long fallen into his lap.
Sofia, however, was deep inside her thoughts.
James had watched her throughout the evening. She had talked and laughed with everyone, but James knew it wasn't the same, wholehearted laugh he was used to. Occasionally throughout the night, she kept looking down at her right hand, the same hand that was marked by the purple star.
But more or less, she was just lost in her thoughts, as if something else was keeping her mind away from everyone.
From James.
He wants to ask her what is wrong or the very least what was occupying her mind so much that even her eyes looked like they were far away. But he knew now wasn't the right time, not in front of everyone. Sofia never liked it when everyone worried about her, so asking that with everyone still around would just make them all worry and result in her being mad at him.
James would just have to ask her in private.
"Alright, time for bed kids," Lucinda said as she returned back into the sitting room. She began to lead them to their respective rooms upstairs. "I don't know about you guys, but I need a good twelve hours of uninterrupted sleep right now."
"Hear, hear," Hugo mumbled through a yawn.
James pulled Sofia close to him, resting his arm over her shoulder as they made their way upstairs. "Tired?" he asked with a gentle kiss to her brow.
She yawned, "yes. Very much so."
"I made five rooms in here. Mine is below in the workshop" Lucinda said at the top of the stairs. She pointed at luggage boxes at the entrance of the hallway, "You guys are in charge of picking which room belongs to who. I already knew that these two," she nonchalantly indicated at James and Sofia, "were going to share a room, so that leaves four open for the rest of you."
Did that immediately make James's smile grow big and happy? Yes. He even gave Lucinda a thumbs-up with a wide-open smile for being so amazing. She's a real friend because Lucinda saved him from having to sneak into Sofia's room.
Sofia hide her blushing face into her hands and let out a tired groan. "Thanks, Lucinda," she said humorlessly.
"You're welcome," she teased.
"Why is your room downstairs?" Amber asked.
"I feel more comfortable down there," Lucinda shrugged. "And I don't want to hear you bunch in the morning. I'm not much of a morning person anyway."
Without another word, the witch headed downstairs to her workshop.
"The rooms are soundproof, by the way," she shouted from downstairs. Amber's face turned red within seconds.
Lucinda is amazing, James cheered to himself.
With another embarrassed groan, Sofia looked through the luggage. "Let's just go to bed."
Matching the décor of the rest of the cabin, the hallway was modest in size with two doors on each side and one at the end of the hall. All the doors matched in its rustic warm brown colors and rough wood design.
Charming dark wooden sconces lined the walls, giving the hallway a pleasant, relaxing glow.
"I'm going to save us all some time. I'll take the one on the left," Hugo said as he grabbed the box with his name. "Night, everyone." He went into his self-appointed room and closed the door.
"I call right," Amber said, doing the same as Hugo. Edward immediately picked up several boxes that belonged to her. "See you all in the morning."
"I'll take the one that is next to Amber's," Edward said. With a nod to James and Sofia, Edward carried Amber's boxes into her room.
"That leaves us with the one down the hall or next to Hugo," Sofia said.
James looked at Sofia unamused. "Really? You're going to ask me that?"
She laughed as he moved their things into the room at the end of the hall. It lifted his spirits to hear her laugh honestly this time.
James dropped their luggage down at the foot of the bed, looking around at the comfortable room. Their room was nothing like the standard traveler's lodge most would encounter during their travels.
The room was somewhat big in size, maybe half the size of his own room back at the castle. It featured a tall arch ceiling with a modest chandelier made of wood and vines. Glowing orbs lit the chandelier, giving the room a warm romantic glow. Wooden sconces decorated each corner of the room while a simple stone fireplace warmed the air inside.
A simple yet fairly large wooden bed faced the gently lit fireplace with large rectangular windows on each side of the bed. Sheer deep green and beige drapes filtered the moonlight from outside. A chestnut-colored wardrobe and matching dresser brought out the charming red-brown color of the bed frame. At the foot of the bed sat a large black leather chest.
He noticed that the bed that was sizable enough to hold two people. It was a great sight to see, to be honest. Sleeping in Sofia's cramped old bed for a couple nights did a number on his back. He missed having a bed big enough that did not risk him falling off of it during the night. One that is considerate to his large frame.
James was surprised to see how everything was neatly made and welcoming. He kind of expected Lucinda to have conjured a room bare of nothing but the essentials.
He was grateful for the little bits of extravagance and convenience. There was even a bathroom off to the side of the room.
James heard the door click close behind him and watched Sofia as she roamed around the room, taking everything in.
He couldn't take his eyes off her, loving how expressive her eyes become when she sees something new. She moved around like she was studying the room, her hands roaming over the surface of the dresser to the window to the bed. It was as if it couldn't help itself but touch everything. She moved with such grace and tenderness that he could feel his heart grow more in love with her by the second.
And when she looked over at him with her beautiful smile and gorgeous blue eyes, it made his heart skip a beat.
Stars, was he the luckiest man ever to call this wonderfully magnificent woman his wife.
He gets the privilege to love this woman and be loved by her in return.
Last year, if someone was to tell him that he would be married to the love of his life and be chased by a deadly black dragon all in the same day, he would've laughed at them and then ordered them to be arrested.
But now? He never knew he could be this happy. Even with all that has happened to this point, he has never been happier than this moment just watching his wife walk around a cabin.
Every passing second, his love for her grew like a wildfire. It burned from his heart to his fingertips, marking every inch of his being as hers as if it was born knowing he belonged to Sofia. His heart had no words to describe his love for her, all it knew was how her name rattled through his body and left it aching to be melted by her touch, her gaze, her lips, her voice.
By her.
And all he wants to do right now is to hold his wife and get the rest of their lives together started, to love her for the rest of his life.
She walked over to him, smiling so beautifully that he damn near forgot his own name.
But her smile didn't reach her eyes.
"What's wrong?" James took her face into his hands, looking into her eyes. His thumbs moved on their own, caressing her soft cheeks. "You've been out of it all night."
He could see how tired and clouded her eyes were. It hurt him to see the bits of exhaustion drain the life from her. "It's just been a long day and shooting electricity out of my hand did a number on me."
He searched her beautiful blue eyes, hoping to see the truth. "Really?"
"It is, I promise," she nodded.
"There's nothing else? You know you can-"
"Yes, yes. I just really want to take a quick bath right now. Okay?"
James knew that there was something more to it than Sofia was telling him, but he can't push it because it might result in a fight between the two of them. She can't be pushed into talking, not when she isn't ready yet. Everything takes time, and he has to respect that.
For now, he just has to trust his wife to come to him when she's ready.
He rested his forehead against hers. "Okay…"
He watched as she closed her eyes, like she was soaking him in as much as he was doing the same of her. Just taking her in, wishing they could enjoy the first day of being married without the dangers that lingered outside this room.
"I love you, Sofia." James reached for her hands and brought her knuckles to his lips.
She looked up at him, a familiar fire returning to her ocean eyes. "I love you, James."
Sofia brought her arms around his neck and buried her face into his neck. Her signature scent of lavender and spices engulfed him, cocooning him into a wonderful world of just Sofia and their love. It softened everything around him and brought him back to life.
James wrapped his arms around her, holding her close but never close enough.
He didn't know how long they stayed like this, just embraced in each other's arms. He felt her breathe into his neck, tickling him a little with the tips of her nose. His fingers couldn't help but twist and mingle in her soft brunette hair, enjoying how it curled in his hands.
"James," she whispered. Her lips moved against his neck, drawing his attention away from her hair.
He felt her hands move up and dig into his own hair.
And James loved it.
It sent shivers down his spine, peaking at his hips.
"Hmm?" he mumbled, trying to focus on her words and not at the growing desire between his legs. Sofia was pressed close against him, so he was sure she noticed it.
"It's our wedding night." Her voice sounded silky and nearly made him drunk just listening to it.
Is that even possible? To just get drunk on someone's voice.
"I know." It was a struggle for him to even say those two little words. His mind felt as if it was soaring high, intoxicated by Sofia's touch and voice.
All that took hold of his mind was the way her hands kept moving up and down in his hair.
"I don't want to take that bath anymore." And the way her lips was moving against the side of his neck only added more to the heavenly high moving through his mind and body.
"Oh?" His hands itched down her body, savoring the curves of her back and hips.
"Mm-hmm. I want to just go to bed."
"Well, the bed is right behind you," he teased. "Should I tuck you in?"
She chuckled low and soft. "No. I think you should do something else."
She pulled back, looking up at him with eyes that were ablaze. Never has he seen her look at him like this, full of fire and wanting and so intoxicated.
Sofia's eyes were half closed and her luscious red lips were partly open. She looked like she was as just as drunk as he was, and all either of them had to drink was water and tea.
Sofia leans into him, her lips barely centimeters away from his.
Stars, how he wanted to capture those lips with his at this very moment. He wanted to own those lips and hear them cry out his name in filthy ecstasy.
"Like what?" James enjoyed this game. The teasing. The rising push and pull of their banter.
It only added more to his desire for her, for their bodies to touch skin to skin, and what she would sound like when he tastes her for the first time. His thoughts ran ramped with all the things he wanted to do to her body.
James tilted his head down, barely brushing his lips against hers. All the while, never looking away from her sexy blue eyes. "I want you to tell me what you want."
To his own detriment, he felt the tip of her tongue flick his top lip. She was teasing the last bits of his restraint as a groan bubbled inside his throat.
It took all his own control to keep his hands on her hips and not roughly dig them into her hair and pull her head back to expose her neck to his mouth.
Even his hips moved on their own accord as they pushed against her, needing something to ease the ache between his legs.
But the friction of his pants rubbing against her body only did so much.
There were too many layers of clothes in the way.
James barely registered that Sofia began to untie the lacing of her black bodice. "I want my husband to make love to his wife."
Fuck.
"Fuck." Every bit of whatever control he had left disintegrated with her last word.
James crashed his mouth onto hers. A thrill rushed through his body as he heard her moan into his mouth. It was more than music to his ears; it was pure pleasure.
Hearing her moan and breathlessly whisper her aching needs to him only made him unravel without even having taken his clothes off.
He took over the kiss with his tongue, urging her to part her lips. She did, deepening the kiss fully.
Their tongues began the dance of love, twisting and teasing each other in ways he wanted to do to her body.
She pressed her body even closer to his. How that was possible, he doesn't know. But he didn't care to bring logic into this moment. All that mattered was how can he get to her skin underneath all those layers of clothes.
His hands began to explore under her skirt. Under her underwear.
"Fuck, Sofia. Your skin is so soft." His lips moved on their own, down to her neck. "So soft everywhere."
He felt her hands rip his shirt out from his pants. A familiar click-clack sound of his belt being unbuckled mixed with the sounds of fevered, hungry kissing.
"James, please," Sofia begged. "James, James. Please."
Her voice sounded so wanton and full of desire. It shouldn't have made him so happy to hear her beg for him like this, but it did.
"'Please' what, baby?" he said, palming her bottom and giving it a tight squeeze.
"Shirt off. Now," she ordered. Her eyes were hazed and starving at the same time.
"As you wish," he chuckled. James was proud that he took it off in one smooth move.
There he stood before her, shirtless with unbuckled pants and a very, very obvious bulge stealing the attention.
He watched her as she looked him over with hungry eyes. Her blue eyes darkened to a dangerous hue, as if she was a wolf in winter and he was the only meal in sight.
Damn did he enjoy that.
This new side of Sofia.
It only fed the thrill soaring through his veins.
He didn't move as she took two calculated steps back toward the bed. Her hands gracefully unlaced the bodice and removed it in one motion. The next item of clothing to leave her body was her dark purple peasant skirt. All she was left in was her sheer white muslin underdress.
Then that was gone too.
The dress polled at her bare feet with the rest of her discarded clothes.
His eyes soaked her in. All of her.
From the soft curves of her legs and hips to the swells of her breasts and everything in between. Everything about her looked soft to the touch and it made his hands itch to just hold her. Stars, how he loved the way her body moved, graceful and smooth like water. The way her waist dipped in before the curves of her lush hips took control. Her pink nipples drew his eyes to them like honey to a bee. He could see how they puckered in arousal and it just made his mouth water like a dying beast in the hot desert.
He wanted them in his mouth, to taste how soft and sweet her skin is.
James will never get tired of seeing her like this. No matter how many times he gets the privilege to see her naked before him, it will never be enough.
The day he would be bored of such a beauty as a naked Sofia would be the day he went blind. Even so, he was pretty sure he wouldn't even be bored with his eyesight gone, his hands would get the honor to fully explore her body then.
But what really stole the show was how hairless she was between her legs.
Fuck, he cursed again.
Apparently, that was the only word he was capable of thinking tonight.
Sofia then took another step back, stealing his gaze back to her eyes.
"Your turn," she said.
"What do you want me to take off?" His voice was hoarse to his own ears.
As much as he wanted to remove everything and rush into bed with her, he wanted her to know that she is in control. Whatever she wanted to do, however fast she wanted the night to go, she is in full control.
She is queen and he was her lowly subject.
"Belt."
He did as he was told. Not moving an inch towards her until she says so.
"Shoes."
As she commanded, they were gone.
"Saving the best for last?" he teased as he kicked them aside.
"Yes." She took one last step back, until she was right beside the bed. She pointed to his socks. "Now those."
His eyes didn't leave hers as he bent down and removed them.
James stood up straight once more, still not moving from his spot. But even from where he stood, he could see evidence of her desire growing. She was positively dripping with passion and excitement.
And that only made him grow even more. He was sure she could see it peeking out from the waistband of his pants.
Beads of his own arousal was staining the top of his pants.
She pointed at his pants as if they were an offensive piece of trash. "Pants. Off."
Like a loyal soldier, James did as she ordered.
All that he had on now was his knee-length underwear.
Sofia didn't say a word for a few loud heartbeats, and that scared James a bit.
Did her nerves kick in? Did she want things to stop?
He wouldn't object if she did. He would simply kiss her and tuck her into bed if things were becoming too much for her to handle. Then he would go into the bathroom to take care of himself so she wouldn't feel guilty or ashamed for it.
No matter how badly he wanted to make love to her, he respected her too much to force himself onto her or ever pressure her for more than she was willing to give.
James was in such a downward spiral that he almost didn't hear her when she said, "come here." She beckoned him forward until he stood right in front of her beside the bed.
Sofia rested her hands on his hips, her fingers inching inside the waistband of his drawers. That only made his hips move on their own again, jerking forward but barely touching her.
James's hands rested at his sides, tightly fisted so Sofia could take the lead.
Oh, how he wanted to press against her, to let her feel just how badly his body was begging to touch her skin.
To his surprise, he felt her warm hand touch his bulge outside his underwear.
"Fuck," he cursed. It took all his strength to not start humping her hand.
Sofia let out a playful giggle. If that laugh wasn't so cute, he would have thought she was enjoying torturing him like this.
"Sofia, be careful now," he warned, his voice strained.
"Be careful?" she asked innocently. Her hand began to rub up and down his entire length while he noticed her other hand was skillfully unbuttoning his underwear.
Now his underwear hung just off his hips. He was fully exposed to her, his desire for her oozing down his shaft.
"Yes," he managed to cough out. His hands defied him and reached out to her, running them up her stomach until they were centimeters from her breasts.
"Why?" Again, she teased him with her innocence. She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, clearly drunk on the heady tension in the room.
Yet she continued to palm his naked member damn near his breaking point. Feeling her touch him outside his underwear is nothing compared to feeling her hand on him like this, skin to skin.
It puts his own hand to shame.
Sofia surprised him again by taking his hand and laying it on top of her breast, urging him to massage and palm her like she was doing to him.
No thoughts entered his mind. He was too occupied by the sensations of Sofia and Sofia and Sofia.
And they haven't even made love yet.
He pinched and teased her luscious pink nipples, loving how she pressed her breasts further into his hand just as his throbbing shaft did to her hand.
A dirty moan escaped her. "Answer the question, James," she continued.
"What was the question," he asked. He didn't care if it made him look bad that he forgot what she asked him. He was too distracted by what was happening.
Sofia pushed his underwear down until they were at his feet. "Why do I need to be careful?"
"Because-" He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence because she took his aroused member into her hand fully, holding him firmly before she began to stroke him up and down. Up and down. "Fuck."
"You curse a lot." She let out another innocent giggle. James was starting to realize just how no-so-innocent her giggles really were.
He pinched her nipple a little harder. To his delight, her giggle turned into a breathy moan.
Then it was her turn.
He felt her thumb swipe at his soaked tip. Sending shoots of pleasure up his spine.
"Sofia, please." Now, it was his turn to beg.
"Answer the question," she insisted as her hand continued their torturous game.
"Because, Sofia," he grunted through gritted teeth. Any ounce of control he had left dripped out of him now and coated her hand. He rested his forehead on top of hers, looking deep into her eyes. "If you're not careful, I will throw you onto that bed and fuck you until you scream my name."
"I want that." She returned his gaze with honesty and fire.
She released his hard member and brought her hand up, gazing at how shiny it became in his juices. Then she licked her thumb, tasting him just as he wanted to taste her.
Stars and Fates help him.
"B-Because I am a gentleman, Sofia." It was a struggle for him to talk.
This new side of Sofia had left him without a brain.
Sofia obliterated his mind and left him with nothing but the all-consuming throb and ache between his legs. And all he wanted to do was push her onto the bed and shove his head between her legs.
"What if I don't want a gentleman?" She took his other hand and guide it down to her wet core.
That nearly unmade him. He damn near exploded just by touching her.
His fingers nudged her slick folds apart then glided between her lips.
Her breath hitched.
"You deserve a gentleman." He gently pushed his middle finger into her core. The heat of her body embraced his finger in a warm, wet hold. "You deserve to be loved gently for your first time."
As if his hand had a mind of its own, his finger slowly began to move in and out of her. Gently… tenderly…. Preparing her body for all that is to come.
He wanted her to feel what soft loving will be like when he enters her for the first time.
A tiny mewling left Sofia as he entered a second finger into her, stretching her out further.
"You deserve to be touched softly." He laid a kiss on her forehead as his hand continued to massage her breast, never wanting to let go. "Carefully. Your body should be touched with all the tenderness in the world."
Sofia wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him as if she needed to steady herself. Her dirty moaning grew as his fingers continued their steady pace in and out of her.
Before he knew it, her hips began to rock in rhythm to his fingers.
James released her luscious breast and reached down to her thigh, raising it so it wrapped around his hip and opened her up further to his hand. His thumb met with her little rosebud.
He was surprised to feel how slippery it was. It was covered in her excitement.
"Ah!" Sofia gasped.
"I want to make love to you right," he whispered into her ear. "So right that you'll never forget it and it plays over and over in your mind all day, every day."
His thumb rubbed at her bud in little circles, enjoying the silky feeling of her creamy essence dripping down his fingers.
"James," she sweetly cried. Her hips quicken their rocking motion, grinding against his hand. "James. James. James."
The sound of Sofia calling his name was heaven. It could make even the Stars jealous to hear.
Her breath soon became short and fast as he felt her vibrate around his fingers.
She was close, and only after a few seconds of rubbing her sweet little pearl. She was riding his hand and begging him at the same time.
And boy was it a sight to watch.
Sofia was taking her pleasure from his hand. Her lewd moaning was thrilling to hear. She was nearing the top of climax, just before the fall.
All it did was make his length pulse with pleasure of its own. He could feel his own sticky cream run down his shaft.
"Please, please, please, please," she all but whimpered.
She clung onto him; her breasts pushed against his own chest. He felt her nails dig into his skin, sending delightful pain running all over his body.
"'Please' what, Sofia? You have to tell me what you want." He curled his fingers inside her, kneading that secret spot that he knows would send her closer to ecstasy.
"Ah-ah-ah!" She was panting now, just overlooking the edge.
The sounds of her slippery wet core echoed around the room as it mixed with her garbled cries of pleasure.
Stars, he wanted to remember that sound. He wanted it etched into his memory forever.
"You're in charge, remember," he teased her. "Tell me."
He replaced his thumb with the heel of his hand, circling it over her nub as his fingers deepened their kneading inside of her.
"James!" Her core gripped his fingers as she skyrocketed off the edge.
James kept his fingers inside her, enjoying the feeling of her walls holding and releasing around him as he felt her heartbeat ring deep in her.
He wrapped an arm around her waist, making sure she was secure as she came back down from her climax. Her heaving chest caressed against his chest.
Her head fell back, exposing her neck to his lips. His lips glided over her neck, tasting the salty taste of her afterglow.
"Mmm," Sofia hummed.
James pulled his hand away from her core. His hand now glistening in her honey. The smell of her filled the room in an intoxicating fog.
Sofia looked at his hand with half-closed eyes before looking back at him. He watched her closely as he lifted his fingers to his mouth, finally tasting her.
If only there were words to describe the taste of her. Sweet does not do her any justice.
Her syrupy honey taste like the sun after a long winter, all-encompassing and warm.
Or like a flower receiving water for the first time after its first bloom.
James licked his hand clean as Sofia watched him. Her perfectly swollen lips fell partly open as her eyes, still dazed, reignited in their blue fire.
"Mmmm," Sofia purred.
When his hand was nice and clean, James reached down and gave her bottom a good slap before he lifted her up into his arms. Sofia automatically wrapped her legs around him as he kept his hands firmly on her ass.
All the while, neither of them looked away from each other. James could stand here forever just gazing deep into her blue, excited eyes.
He could tell that she was ready for more despite just returning from her climax.
"Tell me what you want," James asked again. He felt his tip nudge her wet entrance.
Though they were right beside the bed, he did not lay her down just yet. He was waiting for her instructions.
James wanted to hear her beg him to do whatever she wanted.
Sofia pulled herself closer to him. Her legs tightened around his waist as her arms hugged him steadily. Her breasts rested just below his chin like his own personal pillows.
James couldn't help but rub his scruffy chin against her well-rounded breasts, enjoying the smooth velvety feel of her skin against his face
"What do I want?" she asked before lowering her lips down to his with a quick wet kiss.
"Yes, baby."
He eagerly met her kiss with the same open-mouthed passion, pressing hard against her lips. Her tongue licked his, sliding up and down his own as if she missed the feeling of his tongue weaving with hers.
Sofia broke the kiss. "I can taste myself on your mouth."
"Good." He turned his mouth to her neck, intentionally sucking and nibbling to leave markings on her.
James wanted to leave evidence of their wedding night on her body. He wanted the whole world to know of their love.
He heard Sofia sigh happily at the touch of his lips on her skin. "Make love to me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Make love to me, James. Touch me everywhere. Kiss me everywhere."
Sofia didn't have to say much more. James simply followed her orders.
Climbing onto the bed, he gently laid her down, making sure her head rested on the mountain of fluffy pillows. He settled between her open legs, trying to ignore his throbbing member so he wouldn't mindlessly slam into her. He leaned back, devouring the image of her on the bed they shared.
Their wedding bed.
Her hair splayed out all around her like a halo of disheveled golden-brown light as her glazed-over eyes watched him in return. He could see the blue waves of her excitement run through them. A rosy, pink flush colored her cheek and breasts and stomach, a color he never knew would become his new favorite color on her.
Under the glow of the fireplace and the orbs in the chandelier, she looked like the stars personified. How is that even possible? He does not know.
But it only made him love her more.
Seeing her like this, hot and ready for him to love every inch of her… it made the already burning desire coursing through him just turn ablaze tenfold.
As if he was fire and she was his kindling.
He lowered himself to kiss her. "Sofia…."
She returned his kiss. She returned his love. "James…."
James journeyed his mouth down, down, down. He peppered kisses to her cheek before moving to her neck, barely brushing his lips over her warm skin as if he was an artist and she was the masterpiece he wanted to bring to life.
He moved down the valley of her chest as he fondled her breasts, massaging them with feather-light touches before taking one into his mouth and suckling it as if it were life-giving medicine and he was a man on his deathbed.
The moment his mouth sucked her sensitive nipple, he felt her arch her back in pleasure. She held his head in place, holding him to her. His entire face was engulfed in the spicy lavender scent of her skin and the feel of her delicious breasts.
Oh, Fates... please let him die like this. Be it tonight or fifty years from now, he wants to die just like this: a man happily suffocated by his wife's luscious breasts.
James continued his downward mission to her wet core. One kiss on each of her breasts. Two kisses down her stomach. Three kisses to the smooth skin of her inner thighs.
He looked up at her as he lowered his face between her legs. Sofia had propped herself up on her elbows, gazing down at him. Her eyes widened ever so slightly as he placed one kiss over her mound.
Then he dragged his tongue between her dripping folds. Licking her juices off of his hand didn't compare to experiencing her wetness from the source itself.
Sofia fell back onto the bed with a dirty gasp of surprised pleasure.
James is pretty sure he is now addicted to the taste of her. One taste and he is already done.
James's eyes immediately closed as he lapped her up. He wanted to remember this moment, of devouring Sofia for the first time and giving her pleasure with just his tongue.
He didn't even realize he was making his own filthy sounds of pleasure until he heard a low growl rumble in his throat as he buried his face deeper into her.
Stars, he could do this for the rest of his life.
Hell, he was already looking forward to doing this again and again and again for the rest of their lives together. Every time they lay in bed together, he would religiously eat her out every night.
Her release on his tongue will now be his only meal before bed because the Stars know that he would starve if he were ever to go a day without tasting her pretty little honeypot.
He opened her up further, nudging her lips apart with his fingers. He pushed his tongue in.
Sofia let out another gasp. Her hips jerked up as he let his tongue twirl inside her.
Oh fuck, she started to grind against his face.
James gripped her hips to hold her steady as he continued to eat her. He felt her syrupy juices drench his chin.
"James, please!" she cried out.
He felt her walls squeeze his tongue as her legs closed around his head. His tongue exited her core with one final lick.
"'Please' what?" he teased again. He turned his attention to her little pink and perky rosebud. James gave it one good lick before sucking it into his mouth as if it were a piece of candy.
"Ah!" Her voice sounded raspy, thick with need.
His tongue twirled around her pearl, relishing in the sounds of Sofia as she neared another climax. Her body jerked in turn with every lick and suck he gave to her rosebud.
"Give it to me, baby," he said, his face still squished between her thighs. "Cum again for me."
"Ah!" she cried out. Sofia gripped his hair tightly and held his face down to her core as her hips jerked up. "James!"
James kept his mouth open as her sweet release filled his tongue. Her entire body trembled from her second climax. Gentle tremors coursed through her body as her thighs slowly fell away from his head.
It filled James with a sense of pride that he made her climax twice with just his fingers and his tongue.
In his younger years, before Sofia had returned to his life, all he cared about was his own pleasure and satisfaction. He was just a young man filled with stupidity and selfishness. The girls he would take into his bed were just bodies for him to use and discard the very next day, but not Sofia.
Not his wife.
He was proud of himself that he prioritized her pleasure, and it wasn't even like it was hard for him to do. It gave him too much joy to see her fall into the depths of her release and know it was all from him. It made him feel good to know he could give that to her.
That he is the only man who will give her that.
He continued to lick her core clean even after he felt her body relax back down from her peak. James didn't want any bit of her tangy pleasure wasted.
Sofia's breath hitched with every lick he gave her. He felt her hands caress his cheek before pulling him up to her.
James crawled back up her body, captivated by the image of a satiated and flushed Sofia. Her entire body screamed of love and their moment of pure passion.
From the kiss marks that decorated her body to the small beads of sweat that glistened all over her body under the romantic glow of the room. James just took it all in, enchanted by the love of his life.
His soulmate.
He nestled himself between her legs again. The tip of his length already gliding up and down her open folds.
"James…" Sofia cupped his face, gazing at him with so much love. His heart has never felt so full until now. "Inside, please. Inside me."
"Sofia…" He positioned himself at her entrance. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?"
Sofia nodded as she reached down and guided him into her. James slowly pushed just the tip into her, making sure to take care of her tight entrance.
But even with just the crown of his member in, it took all his concentration and control to not go buck-wild while inside her tight, wet, warm body. It felt like heaven with just that much.
The stars can only tell him what it would be like if he was fully inside her.
He began to gently rock his hips, hoping it would get her accustomed to the feeling of him. Hopefully, it would also stretch her out a little more before he pushed his full length inside.
"More," Sofia begged, her voice a whine. Her legs locked together around his hips, pushing him further into her. "More."
"Careful, Sofia," James warned. He felt sweat build on his brow as he fought to keep control.
While his member was screaming for him to just slam himself fully into her, he was afraid of hurting her if he did. Sofia's core was so tight, he didn't want his size and length to accidentally break her entrance.
And to be completely honest, James was so aroused that he was afraid he'd explode too early the moment he was completely inside. He wanted to take it slow so he'd have more control over himself.
But even the sound of his tip popping in and out of her nearly made him climax early.
"More," Sofia pleaded, her moans needy. "Please."
"More?" James rested his forehead on top of hers. His control was breaking the slower he sank deeper into her.
"More. More." Her begging was starting to sound more than dirty to him.
It was downright nasty and he loved it.
It did nothing for his control. He was barely able to concentrate as it was.
"How much more?" he asked.
"More. All of you," she gasped when he pulled out of her just a little.
With one final push, he was now fully inside her.
Both James and Sofia let a groan of relief and pleasure.
James stilled above her for a moment as sensations of pure ecstasy shot up his entire body when Sofia's wet quivering embrace engulfed him.
Never before has he felt such a sensation of bliss. The feeling of her and him connected like this…
it is indescribable.
The feeling deserved to be immortalized in the night sky where the stars lived. The story of their love and how it led them both to this moment, where they solidified their love and marriage in one night and every night that comes next.
"Are you okay?" he asked Sofia. He looked down at her beautiful face, searing this moment to his memory.
She nodded and smiled up at him. "I'm more than okay."
"Good," James smiled down at her as he began to thrust his hips. Pushing in and out of her in a slow and steady rhythm.
The sound of their love filled the room. A slippery wet sound mixed with their heavy breathing. Sofia's tiny moans harmonized with the hot sounds, only adding to his own pleasure.
"Harder," Sofia urged him. Her voice sounded like a pure, unfiltered melody from heaven itself.
"No, baby," he rolled his hips against her sensitive nub. "I want to be gentle with you."
"Please." She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her lips.
"Please?" He teased.
James took her hands and pinned them above her head as he met her lips with an open mouth. He dipped his tongue into her mouth, delighted by the way they moved together as if their tongues were making love the same way their bodies were right now.
"Mmm!" Sofia's sweet little cries were eaten by his own grunts.
James deepened his thrusts, loving the sounds of their wet skins smacking against each other.
He felt his peak rise, building up and up and up as they continued to love. His hips begged to go wild, to bounce in and out of her with a selfish speed. He wanted to see just how much of him she could take, how fast and hard her little body could withstand his passions if he were to let himself lose control.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," James cursed. He let go of her hand and reached down between them until he found her rosebud again.
"Ah!" Sofia gasped.
"Give me another one, baby." He massaged her little pearl in fast circles as he gave up all control and began to slam in and out of her. "Cum on my cock."
He watched her breasts bounce with each thrust.
"James!" Sofia screamed, her tight walls deliciously squeezed his length, milking him closer to his own climax.
She's close again.
James felt like he was seconds away from his own.
"Cum with me, Sofia." His hips pumped into her enthusiastically.
In and out. In and out. In and out.
"James! James! I-" Her breathing became short. Her body arched. She squeezed him again, pushing him over the edge.
"Fuck! Sofia!" James grunted. He pushed into her one more time as he felt himself spill into her. His entire body shuddered and trembled at the burst of hot pleasure shooting through all of him.
Shockwaves of love and euphoria ran up and down his back, through his chest and down to even his toes. It claimed his entire body and he has never felt so light and heavy at the same time. He couldn't stop himself from collapsing on top of her, their sweat mixing together just like their juices down below.
He felt exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. Never before has he felt this type of intoxicating and ebullient thrill run rampant in his veins afterward. Then again, he's never made love before too.
And this? What they just did?
It was love. A profound and unconditional love created from the stars.
Before, with the other women, he would run out seconds after he finished. But with Sofia, he wanted to hold her close and never let her go. To tell her just how thankful he is for her.
With Sofia, he felt pure love course through him.
For her. For himself. For their future together.
Sofia had found him when he was in his darkest days, consumed by a never-ending storm and he was in the thick of it, blind to the horizon and the sun. For years he was battling demons and monsters inside his own mind with no hope of an end beyond the blade of a sword piercing his heart.
But there she came like a beckoning star, calling him home to her.
She is the love that he has only ever dreamt of and he is so damn lucky to call it his.
She accepted him as he was, even when he believed he was the monster himself. She took him as he was from the first day and loved him through patience and kindness and a belief that there is a goodness inside of him.
Her love showed him that he could love himself just as fiercely, that he can believe in himself just as she did.
That he's a good man worth loving.
Being loved by Sofia has taught him so much about love and loving oneself. James never believed that he was worth even an ounce of kindness since the death of their father, but her love has since challenged every subconscious belief he had.
Being loved by Sofia has shown him that love isn't something one should kill or die for. Love is something one should live for.
It blessed him with a renewed vibrancy for his life.
Their love makes him excited for the sunrise. There is a new happiness just feeling the air on his cheeks as he soared through the sky. And flowers have never looked so beautiful to him as they do now.
Even with everything that is happening, there is so much peace in his life now. In the moon that watches over him at night. In the books he reads by the fireplace. In the music he hears from a distance.
Sofia makes it all so worth it.
And their love makes him want to do one thing right every day, no matter how small it may be. There's a new desire for him to try to be a better man every day, to be the type of man that can stand tall and proud for Sofia and for himself.
It's incredible to feel such a thing. That new desire to be better for himself. It makes him love and appreciate himself just a little more every day. It wasn't just their love that grew as time went on, but his own love too. The self-love that he never knew he needed rekindling.
And isn't that wonderful? To have a love like this that makes one love themselves just as much.
A type of self-love that makes him willing to forgive himself for his past.
If it wasn't for Sofia, James was sure he would still be locked in the hell that was his mind, drowning in the guilt and pain of every single mistake he's made. But now? He's come to the realization that while those mistakes may follow him, it does not haunt him as they used to.
Because he understands now that he is not his past. All that matters is how he can make the present just a little bit better so that their future is all the brighter.
"I love you, Sofia." James turned his head and kissed her.
"I love you, James." Sofia looked into his eyes as she wrapped her arms around him. She smiles contentedly up at him.
"You, Sofia," he said, still inside her. "Every day I am so grateful you came back into my life. And I am so, so, so happy you gave me the gift of becoming your husband."
She looked taken aback by his words, as if she was surprised by his sudden speech. Her smile turned tender and soft as she brushes her fingers over his cheek as if to soothe him.
"All the pain and sadness," James continued on, "all the arguments and the running away and long years apart, it's all worth it because it led us to this exact moment. And I am so grateful for it all because now I get to spend the rest of my life with you."
Every word he said aloud rang with a truth that only his heart knew. He meant each and every syllable.
Loving Sofia has felt like the greatest honor the universe has ever given him and being loved by her, to hear her voice and see her smile has brought him the greatest happiness he's ever had and will ever have.
And he will work hard every day to prove to the universe he is worthy of her.
Because she is his sun and moon. She is the sun that rose and showered him in warmth every day, and the moon that comes down every night and lit his world whenever it became dark.
He watches as her eyes began to water. He leans down to kiss her unshed tears away. "And I promise to love you more each and every day, and far longer after our great-great-great-whatever grandkid becomes king or queen."
"I love you, you idiot." Sofia lets out a light chuckle. He felt it vibrate around him, causing his hips to buck on its own. "And nothing in this world will ever make me regret or doubt falling in love with you. Not even your jealous tirades."
"To be fair, I had good reasons to be jealous."
"You did, but behavior-wise? You didn't."
"Yes, I did," he counters.
"No. You didn't," Sofia said firmly. "You could've handled your jealousy in a better way."
"Ok, ok, ok," James concedes. He looks down between them and saw the mess they made. "Let's not start out our marriage arguing when we really should be cleaning up."
Sofia looks down as well. A blush matching the shades of red on her breasts quickly grew on her cheeks.
"We need to change the sheets," she rushed.
James pulls out of her, surprised that he was still erect and aroused. Their sticky juices coated his long member and spilled out of Sofia the moment he left her warm center.
Stars, was it a sight to see. Her entrance was covered in his white cream and was spilling out of her. It only made his hard length stay up.
James couldn't look away, not even when she shimmied out from under him and quickly jumped off the bed.
He saw a tiny spot of red mixed with their cream. That took him out of his dirty thoughts just enough but still didn't make his shaft lower or soften.
Red. Is she hurt?
James knew what that red spot meant. Sofia gave him her innocence, but that doesn't mean she wasn't hurt in the process.
"Sofia," James called out to her as he climbed off the bed.
He watched her rummage through the room for clean bedsheets. He took a moment to appreciate her bare bottom jiggle as she went from the wardrobe to dresser to the large black chest.
He then quickly followed her into the bathroom.
The bathroom was modest in size. A freestanding tub with a faucet sat under the arched window in one corner. In another corner, there was a simple white granite countertop vanity with a glass wash basin and faucet. There was a circular mirror above the sink and wooden cabinets below it.
Sofia bent over to look in the cabinets and that only made his arousal grow harder.
"Sofia, wait," James tried to remain focused, but it was hard to do with her walking around naked. "Are you okay?"
"What do you mean?" Sofia turned around. Immediately, her eyes widened when she looked at him. Another blush quickly colored her cheeks.
He saw her gaze lower then quickly run back up to his eyes. He could tell she was trying really hard to keep her eyes on his and not on his erect member.
But it looks like she was failing.
He couldn't blame her, his fairly large member can be a distraction.
James couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from curling up. It was funny to watch her bashfully look away so she wouldn't stare. As if she didn't have him inside her just seconds ago.
"There's a spot of blood on the bed," he said. "Are you hurt? In pain?"
Her cheeks turned a brighter shade of red. "No," she coughed. "I'm not hurt at all."
Sofia turned back to rummaging around the cabinets. She opens one below the sink and takes out a small hand towel. She hands it to him before quickly turning her attention back to the cabinets.
"Are you sure? You're not in any pain?" He takes the hand towel from her but tosses it onto the countertop. James gently pulls on Sofia's arm to get her attention. He tilts her face towards him with a hand under her chin. "Sofia come on, look at me."
She looked up at him with an intense focus, as if it was taking everything in her to keep her eyes on his face and now stray below his waist. Her eyes looked a bit crazy from trying to remain on his.
"Sofia-" He didn't get to finish what he was going to say because he suddenly felt something fuzzy and soft around his hips.
James looked down and saw she had wrapped a large white towel around him. His arousal was now covered, but the towel only accentuated his bulge. It really drew the eyes towards it.
"That," Sofia pointed at his friend, "was becoming a distraction for me."
"Well, I mean…" he gestured at his bulge. "Can you blame me? We just made love for the first time and it was the most amazing, mind-blowing -"
"Okay, okay, okay," Sofia cut him off. He was disappointed to see her wrap a towel around herself.
He reaches out to her and gently cupped her face so he could look into her eyes. "Are you okay? Are you sore or hurting anywhere?"
Her eyes soften as an affectionate smile grew on her beautiful face. "No, I'm not in pain. I'll probably be sore tomorrow morning, but I'm not hurt right now."
"Do you need anything right now?"
Her hands move up to cover his. "No, I do not need anything. All I want to do right now is clean up that mess on the bed before it stains the sheets. I really don't want to explain the stain to Lucinda tomorrow or if at all."
He leans his forehead onto hers. "If I had a wand, I would magic that away for you right now," James said with a humored seriousness.
Sofia laughs at him. "You need to clean yourself up first. We both do actually because I can feel you leaking out of me."
"Me?" James said, confusion clear in his voice. He leans back and looks down at her covered body. Last he knew, he was already out of her.
"Yes, you." Her blush had returned. "Your… you know… semen."
James barks out a loud, full laugh. He couldn't stop the laugh even if he wanted to. It was in the way Sofia whispered the word as if it was a taboo subject that made him howl with amusement.
By the Fates, he is overjoyed that this is how the rest of his life is going to be.
"What?" Sofia looked at him with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.
"Nothing," he said, his belly beginning to ache from all the laughing.
"Your laughter doesn't sound like 'nothing'," she huffed.
"Nothing, nothing I swear it." James tried hard to stop, but it was to no avail.
"Mm-hmm." Sofia rolled her eyes as she grabbed the small hand towel and walked out of the bathroom.
"Sofia, wait," he followed after her, still laughing.
He watched her through his laughter as she went to the black chest at the foot of the bed. She then pulls out a pair of white satin bedsheets.
She tossed everything off the bed. Well, tried to. She had one hand holding her towel closed while the other was pulling everything that wasn't wet from their lovemaking to the floor. Thankfully, it wasn't the large comforter that was folded at the foot of the bed. It was only the bedsheet and flat blanket.
James whipped a tear from his eyes. "I'm sorry for laughing."
"Mm-hmm," she responded humorlessly. She looked at him with an unamused expression.
"I am! I just thought it was cute and funny how you said 'semen.'"
James went over to the bed and immediately helped her remove the stained sheets. He had to hold the towel closed with one hand just like Sofia, so he was only as useful as his right hand.
Thankfully, his bulge has reduced and made it easier for him to fold the towel around his waist.
Sofia didn't respond to him. She just proceeded to put the new sheets onto the bed.
"I mean it, please don't be mad," James pouted, hoping it would sway Sofia's attitude. He grabbed the other end of the sheets and fitted them to the corners of the mattress closest to him.
"I'm not mad," Sofia chuckled as she picked up the dirty sheets and dropped them into the laundry basket in the bathroom.
"You promise?" James said as he returned the pillows and comforter back onto the bed.
"Yes." Sofia went to him and looped her arms around his neck. He was all too aware that his groin was growing again. Just one touch from her and he was ready to go again. "I was just a little annoyed when you started to laugh when I said… sem… that word."
"Pff!" James accidentally let out.
Sofia smacked his bare chest and gave him a cheeky pout.
"Sorry. Sorry." His hands settled on her hips, holding her close. "I just think it's funny how bashful you can be over small things because you're not when it comes to bigger things," James wiggled his brow at the word. "You literally ordered me to strip earlier but saying the word 'semen' is hard for you."
Her cheeks burned again. "I did not!"
"Yes, you did and it was one of the hottest things I've ever experienced." James pulled at her towel. James was sure she was aware that he was pulling her towel down and the bulge growing between them.
"Really?" Sofia's hands roamed down his chest and stopped at the top of his towel. "What was the hottest?"
He watched her eyes as they glazed over again, her passions clearly returning. His member jumped at the sight of her licking her red lips.
He felt her fingers pull at his towel, letting it fall to his feet. His stiff member sprang free, happy to feel her skin rub against its shaft.
"When you used my hand to finger yourself." His voice sounded thick with need.
"Did I, really?"
Her towel dropped too. Whether that was because of him or her, he didn't know nor did he care. All that mattered was how wonderful it felt to be skin-to-skin again.
"Yes, baby, you did." He ran his hand up her lush hair, enjoying the softness of her brown curls.
"I don't remember doing that." Her mock-coyness returned.
"You don't?" He grabbed a handful of her hair as he pulled her head back, exposing her neck.
Sofia let out a lewd moan. "No, I think you need to remind me what I did exactly."
"I do?" he licked her neck, running his tongue down to her shoulder.
"You do," she said.
"But it's getting late, Sofia," James teased as he nibbled on her shoulder.
"Then we should get back into bed and make it dirty again."
Chapter fourty-two! Woo!
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