I will return to find you

" I heard Zyran has been paying attention to his wife lately," Lord Eric said, taking another sip of tea.

"How does that help?"Leyla asked.

Lord Eric let out a smirk while dropping the mug.

"A man's weakness is what he cares about"

"Right, he's leaving for the east soon, and Amira won't be going with him," Leyla said finally taking her seat with a smile.

"No matter how many guards he leaves to protect her, it still can't be as good as he being here," Lord Eric said.

"What would have become of me without your perfect plan Uncle Just perfect" Leyla laughed.

Amira got off the bed in Zyran's tent and made her way outside. The ranks of military men were making rounds; Zyran was having a discussion when he saw Amira coming out of the tent. He dismissed his men.

"Zee?" She called walking up to him.

"It's cold out here. You should stay in the comfort of the tent," he said, pulling her in as he wrapped himself around her.

"I want to stay out here with you" she told him.

"I will be leaving tomorrow, things are drawing near His Majesty want us to leave early".

Amira didn't give a reply rather she looked at the men who were coordinating their selves in patrolling.

"Promise me you will return to me save," she said.

Zyran took her hand into his placing a kiss on her palm.

"I will return to find you, Amira; you are my home," he promised.

"If I was told I would fall in love with the rumored prince, I wouldn't have believed it, but things don't go as planned. I don't know the future but I want to spend it with you Zyran" Amira told him.

He chuckled and took strands of her hair behind her ears.

He bends down and tenderly presses his lips against hers, savoring the intensity of his feelings. Cradling her in his arms, he carries her back to his tent, maintaining the kiss without interruption.

Gently laying Amira on the bed, he leans in close, delicately following the contours of her face as he observes her reaction to each caress. The soft glow of the lamp bestows a tranquil aura upon her face, enhancing her serene beauty.

Reclining slightly, he places a gentle kiss on her forehead, then continues with a trail of small kisses down her nose, eventually reaching her longing lips.

His touch was tender as he held her, relishing her delicate fragrance; Amira's hand slipped beneath his clothing, finding his firm chest, which radiated warmth against her palm.

She moans out as he trails kisses down her neck sucking on her nape and moving further down her cleavage.

Amira's grip tightened on his clothes as she began to feel hot and uncomfortable underneath.

She gasped as Zyran took hold of her left blossom, giving it a tender rub, and her bud stood up erect and hard.

"Ah"

She moaned out as he took her bud in his lips biting down on it. She grips the bedspread tightly, her head falling back as she tries not to scream.

"Zyran I.....I..." She couldn't get herself to say coherent sentences.

"What? He asked watching as she struggled to breathe.

"Breathe, Amira, breathe," he told her, giving her the chance to breathe in.

"Don't stop," she told him, her grip tightening on his clothes as she shyly looked away, not able to maintain eye contact at the moment.

"I won't," he told him and continued his wild chase.

Amira's breath caught in her throat as Zyran lifted his gaze to meet hers, silently seeking her approval to proceed. With a nod, she clutched the bedspread tightly, her knuckles turning white as she braced herself.

Zyran took hold of her fist, palming her hand; his hand went back in place. Amira gasped as he felt an intrusion; she bit her lips as another finger made its way into her, making it two; Zyran kept on with the trust, keeping his past. Close to climax Zyran pulled out and changed position. Shadowing her, he took hold of his shaft and trust.

Amira gasped out, her lips parting; She blinked back, the tears threatening to fall. Zyran had let go of her hand, and she had raised it on his back, her finger digging into his skin at the sweetness mixed with the pain she was feeling at the moment.

Her emotions were everywhere in the room, making sure she took her time to adjust to him; Zyran began thrusting in and out again, his pace slow and steady.

Soon enough, he was thrusting hard and fast, going so deep that Amira couldn't help but scream. Fearing that the soldier could hear them, she bit down on her lips, stopping herself from any further screaming.

"Don't hold it in" he told her.

"They are going to hear us"

"I have dismissed everyone stationed here; nobody is allowed to hear your scream," he told her.

"Ahh"

She let out another scream as the climax was building.

Zyran changed their position and raised her leg to sit on his shoulder while he continued.

The two of them reach climax with Amira's scream filling the air, her head thrown back as she pants heavily, along with Zyran, whose head is buried in her neck