"What kind of books did you read?!" Barak asked as soon as he understood what she had been talking about.
"Do not be so quick to judge me! I found that particular one in your library." She retorted while still seated atop his thighs.
"Just because you found them in my library does not mean I read them." He said in turn, much to her annoyance. They had not spent a single good time together since they arrived in Fredah and now that his work was over, he wouldn’t even give her what she wanted! This was not the vacation she had in mind.
Well, no one ever said it was a vacation to begin with, but maybe the family calling it a honeymoon had gotten to her head, she realized she indeed wanted a honeymoon! And by all means possible she was going to get it.
"Swear on my life that you know not the book which I speak of." She charged. He opened his mouth to speak, and she gave him that look. That daring look that challenged him to try and tell a lie if he could.
"Fine! Indeed I have read the book of which you speak." He confessed.
"Ah-ha! And they did it out in the garden! So why can we not do the same?" She inquired in a rather defying manner that seriously irked him but in a surprisingly good way.
"Neriah, have you gone mad? That was a book. A book, Neriah. This is real life and we are out in the open, what if a maid or a man-servant or a knight walks by?" He asked.
"No one is going to walk by. I already told Hakan that I want to be alone with you." She blushed as she said those words. "He told me no one will come here until we leave, so there is nothing to worry about."
Lords, he wanted to laugh. A hearty laugh. He tilted his head to the side as his hand reached up and cupped her left cheek, "Do you know how amazed I am at the fact that you are the one initiating something like this?" He purred and she naturally drew closer to his face as though she was being pulled by an invisible string.
"Should I amaze you further?" She asked and he frowned.
"The last time you asked that question I was not so amazed." He seriously said and she laughed.
"You will be amazed this time, so guess what."
"What?"
Her face drew closer to his own, leaving only an inch space between them, "I have no undergarment on." And before he could express the shock, her hands were upon his belt and in a matter of seconds, she loosened it and his member was out breathing in the fine morning air.
And his dear wife was clearly at loss on what to do next. "Help me." She cried like a puppy and he smirked.
"Lift your dress." With no reason not to, he held her waist, lifted her up and brought her to settle on him... "You are indeed a Spitfire." He said as her eyes closed and her hands held his shoulders. Her head was bent backwards and her body curved so beautifully before him.
"My Spitfire." He said as he placed a kiss at the center of her open neck and she moaned his name in ecstasy as he slowly began to move her. ""My dear Spitfire."" He said in Tragonian.
There was the cool afternoon breeze, the ruffling sounds of the leaves fluttering in the wind, the afternoon lovebirds upon the trees whispering sweet songs to one another and then there was the two of them. Man and wife, together as one, joined and blessed by everything holy. Sometimes they whispered sweet nothings to one another, other times they said their names out loud as though they would die if they held it in and they were beautiful underneath the bright sun.
No one could deny that... No, not even the one who watched them from afar, from a place where their eyes could not reach. He saw them and indeed they were lovely even to him but unlike others who wished them well, he did not. His only wish as he watched them immerse in vigorous coitus was to take it all away. Every single thing, he was going to take it all away. Then the one who would be holding her the way Barak was doing would be him, after which he would discard her. For now, he would wait... because nothing was sweeter than taking away everything from a person when they were lost in happiness.
However for Neriah and Barak, that afternoon in the garden was the beginning of what would become a rather intensely crazy honeymoon.
...
"I remember you teasing me that day in the carriage, now I think it is time I collect that which you owe me." Barak said as they rode together to a ball which they had been invited to as Duke and duchess of Fortia.
"Barak no! Are you mad? You will wrinkle my dress and I will be a mess by the time I arrive at the ball. I probably won’t be able to dance properly!" Neriah tried to resist, but who was she against the man she married? He had moved to her side before she could blink and it only took a second for him to have the lower part of her body naked to his eyes.
"Indeed, the dress." He muttered as he loosened the rope that held her neck at her back, quickly working the upper part till her breasts were alps bare to him. "You should not have worn such a provocative dress." He said.
Neriah opened her mouth to scream that he had been the one to pick the dress, but only a moan let her mouth as the carriage bumped and with the bump was a quick intrusion into her core.
"Barak—" She tried to talk but the only thing that filled the carriage was the moans from the two of them. Thank the gods for the deafening sounds of the horses’ hooves stomping the ground, the poor coachman would have ended up traumatized or worse...