As I continued to gaze, the scent of flowers wafted through the open window, a heady perfume that enveloped the room. It was a fragrance that spoke of new beginnings, of promises about to be made, and of a love that would be celebrated by all who bore witness.With each passing moment, the garden below became a living canvas, a testament to the meticulous efforts undertaken to ensure that every detail of our ceremony reflected the significance of the occasion.Despite the beauty outside, a storm of nervousness, anticipation, and worry raged within me. My hands trembled slightly as I adjusted the delicate fabric of my wedding gown. The gown, a flowing masterpiece meticulously crafted from delicate lace and luxurious silk, possessed an ethereal quality that heightened the gravity of the impending vows. Each strand of lace wove a tale of intricate artistry, forming an exquisite pattern that adorned the fabric like a whisper of timeless elegance. The silk, smooth and lustrous, embraced

In that tranquil interlude, my gaze caught a flicker of movement — a shadow weaving through the garden. Intrigued, I rose and followed the mysterious silhouette, drawn toward the heart of the castle.As I stepped into the grand hall, the illumination was provided solely by the gentle glow of the moon filtering through the towering windows. The dance of shadows painted a tapestry of mystery across the polished floors.The echo of footsteps resonated through the vast space, leading me deeper into the hall. I sensed a presence, a whisper of intent lingering in the air. My curiosity heightened as I cautiously traversed the moonlit expanse, guided solely by the enigmatic play of light and shadow.As I ventured further, the silhouette materialized into a figure — draped in a cloak that seemed to meld seamlessly with the darkness. A shiver danced down my spine, a subtle awareness that something clandestine was unfolding in the quietude of the night.The figure turned, and our eyes met in the

I dig my nails into his shoulders when he withdraws from me, filling me completely again, slowly. The burning, horny and anxiety mix. Liam kisses me: on the lips, on the cheeks, on the neck.- For the love of…– I sigh.When he leaves me, I miss him. That feeling, so new and precious, of having him deep inside my body excites me. Liam subtly rotates his hips as he penetrates me, and it makes me moan. it is only as good as your tongue.The warmth of his skin against mine created a cocoon of comfort, and the exchange of glances spoke volumes, conveying a profound understanding that transcended words. The rhythmic dance of our bodies echoed the harmony of our emotions, creating an intimate symphony that resonated within.I look at his face as he moves. The room is filled with our breaths and moans, the creaking of the bed and the rustling of the sheets. Liam's eyes are on my face, then on the movement of my breasts every time he thrusts inside me.- What's the sensation? - he asks. For th

KING LiamStanding in the heart of the ancient forest, I, King Liam, found myself surrounded by the towering sentinels of time. The rain began to fall, each droplet a silent witness to the sorrow that enveloped us. The procession, led by Allan and accompanied by the revered Ancients, moved through the dense undergrowth, and the gentle mist clung to the air like a melancholic veil.As we reached the chosen resting place, a clearing embraced by towering ferns, the lifeless form of Elder Krew became starkly visible. The rain, now a persistent drizzle, added a mournful cadence to the scene, a natural elegy for a figure whose presence had shaped the very fabric of our kingdom.Allan, with a somber gravity, assisted in the gentle lowering of Krew's body into the damp soil. My eyes, usually reflecting authority, now mirrored the heaviness of the heavens above. The Ancients, cloaked in the traditions of our realm, formed a silent circle, their expressions a tableau of collective grief. Th

Liam's touch, both tender and possessive, ignited a fire within, a flame fueled by the intensity of our connection.Breaking the kiss, Liam's lips traced a trail along the curve of my neck, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. His whispers, filled with promises and unspoken emotions, brushed against my skin like a gentle breeze. The garden seemed to come alive, each petal and thorn a silent witness to the unfolding passion."I missed every inch of you," Liam confessed, his voice a low, husky murmur. Our surroundings melted away as he guided us to a secluded spot amidst the roses. The air crackled with an electricity born of anticipation, and the garden itself seemed to hold its breath, enraptured by the love that unfolded within its fragrant embrace.Liam's fingers glide over the satin fabric of my dress, tracing a delicate path across my covered bosom. With focused intent, he clasps the first button between his fingers, gradually undoing each one that follows. His touch is