The dark liquid in the glass catches the light of the flickering fire, deep red turning into a ruby glow. Reclining on the crinkled bed sheets, Princess Sofia swirls the stem of the glass between her fingers, watching the changing hues of the wine, so vibrant despite the limited illumination. She takes a sip of the drink, savouring the tartness of the berries entwined with unexpected sweetness of vanilla notes. Princess Sofia smiles to herself; she has always known there was more light and flavour in the darkness. Another mouthful and she places the glass on the ground in front of the bed as a much more alluring sight draws her gaze forward.
Prince Hugo stands in front of the fireplace, his naked silhouette impeccably outlined by the soaring flames, raising with fresh fervour from their near ashes under his careful ministrations. His gaze is focused on the source of the fire, wanting to ensure the heat will persist, while Princess Sofia's eyes peruse his body, from the broad strokes of his shoulders through the playfully small dip of his back to the enticing curves of his behind. Her eyes linger there, enjoying the way the muscles twitch as he shifts his centre from one leg to another. Princess Sofia smiles wider as he leans forward ever so slightly, pushing his buttocks back for her to further enjoy, examining the robustness of the fire.
"Be careful, you are stepping too close to the flames," Princess Sofia speaks with her gaze still fixed on his behind, "You might get burned."
"Are you worried about me?" Prince Hugo looks over his shoulder with a smug grin.
Princess Sofia stretches herself out further on her stomach, the cool sheets pleasantly brushing against her still heated skin.
"Only parts I might be of need again soon," she retorts with a kittenish smile of her own.
His smile widening, Prince Hugo turns to face her, giving her yet another angle to appreciate fully.
"Again?" Prince Hugo faints indignation while his eyes tells the opposite, igniting at once with requited need, "I feel very objectified," his hand reaches for his chest with fake outrage, a gesture made additionally endearing by his bare appearance.
"Well, if that is the way you feel, I am sure I can take care of myself," Princess Sofia baits him, her eyes gleaming playfully, in tandem with the wavering radiance in the fireplace.
Prince Hugo's eyes narrow, but it is not enough to hide his growing incitement.
"It will hardly be the same," Prince Hugo states with very much merited confidence and Princess Sofia's rekindling arousal rises with a fresh heat.
"I can certainly make do," she does not let her tease go, slowly rolling over to lie on her back. Her arms reach out behind her as she arches her back as if stretching lazily, her breasts taking centre stage, on purposeful full display, raising and falling with each unhurried breath.
The eyes watching her so carefully widen in a blink, the exact reaction Princess Sofia has hoped for. Smiling, she lets her hands brush over her hair, spilled in post amorous disarray over the cotton of the sheets. She sighs as they reach her neck and allows her fingers to graze its long lines without haste, fingertips caressing her skin.
Prince Hugo's mouth twitches while his eyes follow every stroke of her fingers with increasing hunger that colours their shade to resemble the fire hued wine. Princess Sofia reaches the hollow of her neck and lets her hands trail down until they reach her breasts. Prince Hugo shifts in his spot afresh, inhaling sharply, his own arousal on clear display with growing erection.
Her smile widens as the hands encircle her mounds, fondling them repeatedly. Her breasts are still sensitive from his touch and the new caress sends an immediate shudder of pleasure straight to her core. The added thrill of having him observe her just adds to the sensation. Her eyes close briefly and a very real moan escapes her lips as Princess Sofia continue to knead her own breasts, fingers now pinching her nipples.
Princess Sofia opens her eyes and glances at Prince Hugo, continuing to stand by the fireplace with a near breaking restrain; she knows he wants nothing more than to replace her touch with his, but he remains in his spot, awaiting her permission. His yielding stance stirs her excitement further and she lets go of her breasts, fingertips now skimming down her abdomen. Her body becomes tenser with each stroke of her fingers, heat rising within her, more robust than the hissing fireplace and needing to be fuelled. As her hands reach pass her belly button and she parts her legs, Prince Hugo groans. Princess Sofia pauses her touch just above the opening of her thighs. Prince Hugo's eyes are scorching embers, red sparks flying within. The flames behind him leap higher, mirroring his eyes in their exhilaration. And moving dangerously close to his back.
Not wanting him to get hurt because of her, Princess Sofia finally extends one of her hands in silent invitation. Prince Hugo leaps at the gesture, lying next to her in a split of a second. She expects him to resume the interrupted journey between her legs, but he does not. Not right away; instead his fingers move to stroke her hair, then caress her neck, just like she has done herself. His fingers continue to venture down the already traversed path with slow deliberation, skilful fingertips rousing every nerve ending beneath her skin. His gaze remains focused on her eyes, every miniscule reaction reflected in his and she can see herself slowly coming undone in his stare. As his hand finds the hollow of her neck, Prince Hugo pauses and dips his head, letting his lips join in, and presses a lingering kiss to what Prince Hugo knows is a sensitive spot for her. Princess Sofia bites her lower lip, swallowing a sigh; she knows his meticulous touches are equal parts his innate need to give her endless pleasure and his current want to prove the superiority of his caresses. And Prince Hugo is doing an excellent job on both parts.
As his lips move to the next dip above her breasts, his hand wraps around one of them, squeezing with measured firmness. Princess Sofia's lips part and while his thumb moves to tweak her nipple, a soft moan rises from her throat. Hearing her reaction, Prince Hugo lifts his head and smiles with self-satisfaction, hand momentarily halting its caress, but remaining in its spot as if her breasts were the only place it belonged to. Princess Sofia reaches her hand to stroke his cheek in silent reprimand for his over confidence, but it turns into a tender caress instead. His skin is heated, feeling much warmer than the crackling fire and she finds herself basking as much in his touch as in his warmth, its familiar homeliness making her mind tranquil and her body pliant, eager for more caresses.
"You have nearly burned yourself," Princess Sofia says, eyes darting sideways to the still high rising sparks. Prince Hugo's head turns back briefly to follow her stare.
"But I would never let the flames touch you," Prince Hugo proclaims, his hand now moving to her back so he can pull her closer to his body.
"It does not mean I would enjoy watching you get hurt," Princess Sofia retorts, her thumb stroking the scar on his cheek, "I never have."
Prince Hugo's gaze falls in contrition and he pulls her even closer, pressing his lips against hers, a deep kiss that leaves Princess Sofia more lightheaded than any liquor ever could. As he finally pulls away, his stare is tender, emotions brimming close to its surface.
"I promise never to cause any harm again," his voice is quieter now, but his words more pointed, "Or myself," Prince Hugo adds swiftly, seeing her frowning and ready to correct his statement.
This time Princess Sofia presses herself closer to him for another kiss; it's soft, but firm, much like her care for him.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Prince Hugo asks after their lips part, his usual eagerness to please her starting to shine through once more.
A corner of Princess Sofia's mouth turns up with a puckish half-smile.
"What you do best," she responds and takes his hand. Prince Hugo's eyes light up anew as Princess Sofia guides his touch in between her legs.
As his nimbly fingers eagerly part her swollen folds, Princess Sofia sighs and lets her head fall back on the pillow, surrounding to his caresses.
She knows she is in safest hands.