Valzaroth growled, gripping her waist, pulling her against him, his hard chest pressing against her breasts. "Softened?" he said, his lips brushing her ear, his warm breath making her shiver. "I just want to remind you why you chose a god over a mortal."
Venelana placed a hand on his chest, her nails tracing a scar, her amethyst eyes locked on his. "Do you love me?"
His fingers tightened on her hips. "Love?" he repeated, a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze. "For you, I'd go to Mars." He leaned in, kissing her softly, an unusually tender kiss, their lips exploring with deliberate slowness.
"Where is this Mars?"
"A place very far away." He nipped her ear.
She moaned softly, her hands sliding into his hair, deepening the kiss, their tongues dancing, an exchange of heat and promise.
They sat on a stone bench, surrounded by luminescent vines, the fountain murmuring in the background. Venelana, nestled against him, placed a hand on his thigh, her fingers idly caressing. "You know," she said, her voice pensive, "when I was promised to another, I thought love was a duty. Then you came, like a storm, and showed me… something else."
Valzaroth, an arm around her shoulders, stroked her auburn hair. "Something else?" he asked, a smirk on his lips. "Say it, Gremory. What did I show you?"
She turned, her amethyst eyes burning. "Freedom," she whispered, her lips brushing his. "Passion that never fades." She kissed him, a deeper kiss, her hands sliding under his tunic, exploring his muscles, his scars.
He growled, pulling her onto his lap, her dress parting, revealing her shapely thighs. His hands caressed her hips, his lips tracing a path along her neck, nipping gently. "Everything I am, it's for you." Their embrace remained tender, their caresses slow.
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Valzaroth approached, his hands caressing her arms, moving up to her cheeks. "You're breathtaking," he murmured, his voice deep, sincere, devoid of his usual arrogance. He kissed her, a slow, deep kiss, their lips exploring, their tongues dancing with a tenderness that contrasted with his savagery. She moaned, her hands sliding over his chest, tracing his muscles, his scars, a touch almost reverent.
He led her to the bed, laying her on the silk sheets, her auburn hair spreading like a halo. He knelt between her thighs, his lips caressing the insides of her legs, moving slowly upward, his warm breath against her skin. "Let me make you shiver," he whispered.
His tongue brushed her sex, exploring her wet folds with expert gentleness. Venelana moaned, her hands gripping the sheets, her thighs trembling, her breasts rising with each breath. He stimulated her clitoris, his fingers caressing delicately, his lips sucking softly, her moans rising in crescendo.
"Val…" she gasped, her amethyst eyes clouded with pleasure. "Come… I need you." He moved up, kissing her, their lips devouring each other, the taste of her on his tongue. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands guiding his member to her sex. He entered her slowly, a fluid thrust, their bodies uniting in a shared sigh. Her warm walls enveloped him, her breasts pressed against his chest, their hearts beating as one.
He moved, his hips swaying with deliberate slowness, each thrust deep, sensual, his low growls mingling with her moans. "You're mine," he murmured, his lips against her neck, nipping gently, his hands caressing her breasts, her nipples. She arched her back, her nails digging into his back, her moans becoming soft cries, her auburn hair damp with sweat.
Venelana rode him, her hips swaying gracefully, her breasts bouncing, her hands on his chest. He caressed her thighs, her hips, guiding her rhythm, his scarlet eyes locked on hers, a silent exchange of love and desire. "You're one of my queens," he growled, his fingers stimulating her clitoris, making her shudder, her moans rising. She quickened, her movements more urgent, her breasts bouncing, her hair flying, a tableau of pure passion.
Her round buttocks exposed, her auburn hair falling down her back. He penetrated her again, his thrusts deeper, but still tender, his hands caressing her back, her hips. "I love you," he whispered, a rare confession, his lips kissing her nape. She moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets, her walls tightening around him, her soft cries filling the air.
Finally, he lay down, letting her snuggle against him, her legs wrapped around his waist, their bodies pressed together, her breasts against his chest. He penetrated her one last time, their movements slow, almost meditative, their lips brushing, their moans mingling. Their orgasm was a soft crescendo, her cries muffled against his neck, him releasing into her, their bodies trembling, glued together by sweat.