That evening, Oleksandr and Savka strolled hand in hand through the twilight, the air rich with the scent of blooming flowers and the promise of night. As they made their way to the secret clearing, the world around them seemed to fade away, the noise of the kingdom silenced by the enchantment of their shared moment. The path wound through the trees, each step bringing them closer to the familiar sight that had captured Oleksandr’s heart so many moons ago. Finally, they emerged into the clearing, and it was just as it has always been. Hundreds of delicate white blossoms blanketed the ground, unaffected by the seasons, their luminous petals glowing softly under the moonlight, resembling stars fallen from the heavens. Savka's eyes sparkled with delight as she twirled, her flowing gown swirling around her, and the flowers seemed to dance with her, responding to her joy.
Oleksandr watched her with deep tenderness, the moonlight casting a soft glow on her features, highlighting the gentle curve of her smile and the sparkle in her eyes. He stepped closer, heart swelling with affection, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her gently against him. As he looked down at her, he felt a surge of warmth and familiarity wash over him.
“This is where I tasted your lips for the first time,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with reverence for the memory they had shared.
Savka’s cheeks flushed, a delicate pink blooming beneath her pale skin as she recalled the moment, the sweetness of their kiss mingling with the cool night air. She tilted her head back to meet his gaze.
“And what a wonderful taste it was,” she whispers wistfully, before her face turns into a mischievous little grin. “And the first time you called me 'kotik.’ You still call me that."
"That's what you remind me of. A cute little cat."
"And you, you're like a big, burly bear." She retorts, reaching up to lightly pinch his cheek. “Or maybe a… a Siberian Tiger. You have that predatory elegance.” He leans in, kissing her nose before kneeling to be eye level with her. He presses his forehead against hers, holding her small hands in his.
"No sword can do to me what you do to me." Savka closes her eyes, relishing the feeling of his skin on hers. She squeezes his hands gently, her heart fluttering at his words.
"And no arrow, no spear, no army can keep me from you," she whispers, opening her eyes to look into his.
"When I come back to you, I will take you in my arms and marry you right then and there." Savka's breath hitches at his words, a mix of excitement and longing in her chest. She imagines their wedding, the moment he grabs her and kisses her and claims her as his own. Her face flushes red at the thought.
"And I will be right there, wearing your colors and your ring, bearing your name." He lets out a low growl, his longing and possessiveness spiking at the thought.
"And when I'm back, you'll give me a daughter with your beautiful laughter, with your same raven hair, and a son with your amber eyes and smile, so that even when the ages pass and we are gone, the world will find within them and their descendants all the reasons that I loved you."
"You don't know what you're doing to my heart, Oleksandr," she murmurs, her voice shaky with emotion. The thought of bringing his children into the world, of creating a family together, a family that shares their features, touches a deep part of her. "You make me want to run into your arms this very second and never let go." He takes off his cloak, laying it down on the ground, before wrapping his arms around her to cradle her as he sets her down to lay on it. She looks up at him as he hovers over her, her eyes sparkling with love and desire.
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"You know," she murmurs, her voice a little breathy. "We're alone right now."
"Indeed we are..." He whispers, his face delving into the crook of her neck. She shivers, her hands coming up to tangle in his golden hair, her fingers gripping him as heat and desire begin to rise.
"Oleksandr..." She sighs, her voice a little shaky. His name sounds like a prayer on her lips, and he responds with a low, guttural growl. He nuzzles deeper into the crook of her neck, his lips pressing hot, open kisses along her skin. He can feel her pulse quicken under his touch, her chest rising and falling swiftly as her breath starts to quicken. His own heart is thumping in his chest, a primal, possessive hunger stirring within him.
"Say my name again, girl." He murmurs against her skin. "And don't stop until I'm done with you..." Savka sighs, her mind already melting under the weight of his words and the possessive tone in his voice.
"Oleksandr..." She whispers again, her voice barely above a whisper. "Oleksandr..." Over and over, she repeats his name like a prayer, her body arching into his as her desire builds and builds. The night air seems to warm around them as they come together, their bodies tangling and moving in a slow, languid dance. He takes his time, drawing every moan and gasp from her lips, worshipping her body with his own as he makes love to her, slow and passionate and tender. He savors the sweet taste of her skin, the feel of her in his arms, the sound of her voice as she softly speaks his name over and over.
As he looks down at her, his heart aches with the knowledge that this may be the last time he gets to touch her like this. The thought fills him with a deep sadness, a bittersweet ache that mixes in with their lovemaking. He holds her tighter, his hands roaming her body like he's trying to memorize every inch of her, to burn her into his memory. Even though he knows one year will pass before he can come home to her, it still feels like a lifetime. He wishes he could freeze time, to keep them in this moment forever, but he knows the sun will rise and he will have to leave. He takes his time, wanting to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible, to make it last a lifetime. He kisses her deeply, savoring the taste of her, before murmuring against her skin.
"Kotik. My little cat."
Oleksandr carries Savka back to the castle in his strong arms, holding her close to his chest. Her head rests on his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck, and she is still flushed and breathless from their time in the clearing. As he walks, he can feel her heart pounding against his chest, a soft, rhythmic thump that matches the beat of his own. He feels a sense of pride and contentment, holding the most beautiful and precious woman to him. Like a wolf protecting his mate.
The castle guards they pass give them strange looks, knowing smirks on their faces as they witness their disheveled captain carrying the princess in his arms. But Oleksandr doesn't care, his only thought is the woman in his arms. He can sense their smirks, but it doesn't bother him. Let them talk, he thinks. Tonight is his night, and his love's.
He lays her down on her bed, gently placing her onto the soft blankets. He makes sure she's comfortable, carefully arranging her body and pulling the covers up over her. She looks small and delicate in his arms, and he can't help but feel a fierce protectiveness over her. He carefully tucks her in, his hand smoothing the hair back from her face, his touch gentle and reverent. He sits next to her, hovering over her, looking into her amber eyes.
"I love you, Vidosavka. I always have." Savka's heart skips a beat as Oleksandr speaks, his voice gentle and sincere. She gazes up at him, a small, soft smile on her lips.
"And I love you, too, Oleksandr of Siberia," she whispers, reaching up to touch his face. "Always and forever." He gets into bed with her, and pulls her into his arms. He wraps himself around her, holding her close to his chest, relishing the feeling of her body against his. His hands roam over her skin, tracing the curve of her waist and the dip of her back. It's a bittersweet moment, knowing that this could be their last night together for a very long time. Or ever. He holds her a little tighter.