Love From The Heart by Morning Moon

Prologue

The light of the many fireflies outside illuminated the darkness of Princess Naomi and Prince Daegal’s tent as they flitted about.

For the first time in months, they managed to sneak some time off of the ongoing war and make camp in the Melorian Valley.

Princess Naomi had personally picked out the site flanked by two towering mountains. Along with her husband, Prince Daegal, they pitched their tent some distance away from a beautiful, sparkling waterfall and its rushing sound drowned out the worries in her mind and filled her with a sense of peace.

On a closer listen, she could hear the soft hum of the beetles and the chirping of the crickets as she waited for Daegal to return from scouting.

The war against the invaders had been going on for two long years, exhausting resources, and the fighting population, and destroying the kingdoms and civilians under her care.

Naomi sighed deeply, the weight of the world bearing down heavily on her shoulders. She was the key to the invader's plan but she could not let them get their hands on what they wanted. She would guard it with everything in her.

Many lives had been lost in her and the prince's defense of the continent and its kingdoms but the invader saw life as meaningless, only wanting to conquer and rule over it all.

She was brought out from her thoughts by the rustling of the tent's flap. Instinctively, her hand gripped the hilt of the dagger at her hip till she felt the carvings biting into her palm. Her grip only relaxed when Daegal’s dark hair and chiseled face came into view in the dim flame of the candle and the light of a firefly that flew past his face.

He laid the flap down quietly and removed the sheathed sword at his hip, placing it on the ground beside their makeshift bed within his reach.

"We are alone, at least for now. I'll take another watch later so you can sleep longer. You have not slept well in weeks now and—"

"Neither have you, my love," Naomi reminded him. "That's why we're here, isn't it? The chimes you put in place will alert us if there's any attack which I don't think there will be. Okay?" Naomi stood from the bed and came to Daegal where he was kicking off his boots and about to take off his shirt.

"Let me." Daegal’s hand froze at the tails of his undershirt when Naomi laid her hands atop his, her eyes gazing up at him from under her lashes.

In one swift motion, she pulled his shirt off and threw it to the ground. Her chocolate brown eyes darkened with lust as she took in his powerful chest, peppered with light hairs that thinned as they extended down the hard ridges of his belly to disappear into the waistband of his breeches.

"Are you sure you do not want to rest, Princess?" Daegal asked in a low tone, cupping her cheek in his rough palm.

"No, why do you ask?" Naomi's voice was wispy, distracted, as she ran her hands up his forearm and bulging biceps, tracing the veins and the muscles beneath before resting her arms around his neck. She had seen his body more times than she could count but was never tired of appreciating it.

"Because if you keep going, there will not be any other chance for you to do so." His hand wound around her waist, lifting her slightly. His breath fanned across her ear as he leaned in to whisper, "With the way I want you, I promise that you will not catch a wink of sleep unless I decide to have mercy on you."

Naomi pressed herself harder against his chest. "Do I look like I want mercy?"

Daegal bit into the sweet spot under her ear, eliciting a pleasured groan from her mouth. Her fingernails dug into his back as he licked and sucked on the spot, making her toes curl.

He swept her off her feet and immediately, she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands caressed her thighs and made their way up to squeeze her bum.

She could feel heat pooling at her center while one of his hands reached underneath her tight cotton shirt to trail her spine.

Wanting more of his touch, she removed her arms from his neck and took off her shirt, her full breasts spilling out to Daegal’s admiration.

Free from the shirt, his hand skimmed over her spine once again, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her skin.

She closed her eyes, basking in the euphoria as his tongue ran down her neck to flick at the dip between her collarbones. She felt a shudder rush through her when he placed a feather-light kiss there.

"Outside. Now," She commanded and without hesitation, Daegal obeyed her wishes and stepped out into the cool breeze of the moonlit night.

He laid her down on the soft grass and lowered himself atop her, keeping his weight on his arms to avoid crushing her body.

He kissed the tops of her breasts and flicked his tongue over one hard, ripened nipple. Her breathy mewls filled the air as he sucked on it while his hand rolled the other nipple between his fingers. He later replaced his fingers with his tongue and vice-versa.

Naomi panted and writhed under his delectable torture, her fingers digging into and pulling at his hair, drawing out guttural moans from him.

His mouth left her nipple—his hands now palming at her breast and pulling gently at her nipples—and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue parting her lips and delving into her mouth. She kissed him back fiercely, pulling herself up to grind on his bulging crotch. Her legs wrapped around his waist once more and with a push, she brought his hips down on her more, wanting to feel his weight on her.

The onslaught of pleasure wracked through her body. Groaning from the effort, she flipped their bodies over. Now straddling him, she broke their kiss and dragged her nails down his chest and his abdomen.

Desire filled her eyes when she finally undid the ropes that held his breeches together. Slowly, she rose to her feet and extended a hand. He took it and pulled himself up as well.

Naomi nodded to his trousers and catching her meaning, he pulled them down his muscular legs. Her longing stare rested on his hardened member and she dragged her tongue across her lips seductively.

Her intense gaze never breaking, she undid the loops of her traveling pants and forced them down her athletic legs, kicking them to the side.

Like a tigress, she prowled toward Daegal and came to a stop in front of him. When she made to touch him, a thought that she wanted to keep far away crossed her mind and before she could think better of it, she blurted it out.

"What are we going to do about Nezetta?"

Daegal’s face dropped. He took her hands in his and kissed each of her fingers. "We can worry about appealing to my sister's sense of reasoning and humanity on the morrow. Right now, I only want to be inside of you, thinking of nothing and no one else but you."

Naomi still seemed uncertain.

He grasped her waist and held her warm skin flush against his. "I will burn down this continent before letting anyone harm you, my Princess," He whispered against her neck.

Naomi gasped at the contact; removing his hand from her waist, she knelt and wrapped her fingers around the thickness of his throbbing length.

Her mouth enclosed around him and she caught the moment his breath hitched in his throat. Satisfied by the initial reaction, she took in most of him and then flicked her tongue around the head of his member and sucked before letting go with a pop.

Her fingers stroked him and his whimpers and pants increased even more.

Abruptly, she stopped and straightened. "Looks like I'm the one who won't be showing you any mercy," She smirked.

"Hm," He hummed, an innocent smile playing on his lips. Without warning, she was lifted off her feet and in the next second, she was on the ground again. A long moan erupted from her when she tried to speak as Daegal’s tongue delved into the crevices of her mounds; her body quivered in short spasms as the heady sensation washed over her.

He did not give her any opportunity to recover before he thrust into her.

The night was pierced by the combined music of their groans, mewls, pleas, and whimpers as they moved together spiritedly.

Naomi woke up smiling and chipper the next morning. Her naked body was covered with a blanket that she did not recall putting on. Her hand reached beside her but the ground was cold and moist from the dew.

"Daegal?" She called out, rising quickly to her feet and tying the blanket to her chest.

"Daegal!" She yelled when she received no response.

"Fuck," She muttered. Fear clutched her heart in a tight fist; she picked up her discarded trousers and rushed into the tent. He wasn't there.