The door to Amara and Asier’s new room closed with a soft click behind them, and a peculiar calm settled over the space. The air was infused with the sweet scent of the flowers decorating the room, and the dim candlelight cast flickering shadows upon the walls. Everything had been prepared with great effort by the servants, from the silk sheets adorning the bed to the delicate details on the furniture, as if everything had been designed to offer them the utmost comfort in their new life together.

  Amara paused at the threshold, observing the room with a knot in her stomach. It wasn’t that the idea of being with Asier made her uncomfortable; rather, she was nervous, anxious to know how he would feel about sharing such a private space with her. She didn’t know what he was thinking about all of this, and that unsettled her.

  Asier, with an expression that was serious yet warm, watched her for a moment before sitting naturally on the bed, as if everything were completely normal. His gaze rested on her, searching for some clue as to what she was feeling. Amara, standing before him, tried to maintain her composure, but a soft blush tinted her cheeks.

  "The room is beautiful," Amara said, breaking the silence with a nervous smile. "I like everything very much, especially the details."

  Asier looked at her softly, noticing the unease emanating from her. A sigh escaped his lips before he spoke, his tone warm but direct.

  "Amara, you don’t have to be nervous," he said, his eyes fixed on her with a hint of concern. "I only want you to be comfortable. I won't do anything you don't want to do. If you prefer, we can even sleep in separate rooms, if that makes you feel better."

  Upon hearing those words, Amara perceived a slight flicker of disappointment in Asier’s eyes. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there. It wasn’t that he expected her to agree to sleep in separate beds, but rather that, in his heart, what he desired most was to be near her. However, he also knew she had to be ready to take those steps without pressure or haste.

  Amara, though she understood his intentions, couldn't help but feel a bit bewildered by his proposal. She didn't want them to be apart, not at such a special moment, but she did understand that the situation was delicate, and she still didn't know exactly what he was thinking.

  "I don't want to sleep apart," she replied, taking a step closer to him, her eyes reflecting a vulnerability that Asier quickly recognized. "It's just... I don't know what to expect from all this. I don't know what you're thinking, and that makes me a little nervous."

  Asier smiled, and a light laugh escaped his lips, relieved by her words. He stood up from the bed and slowly approached her, his eyes full of tenderness.

  "Amara, I want to be with you too. But I want you to be comfortable, without pressure. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. And if that includes not sleeping together immediately, that's fine."

  Asier’s words reassured her, and Amara felt the tension in her chest begin to dissolve. She felt protected, cherished, and above all, respected. In that instant, her doubts and fears seemed to vanish.

  It was then that, without thinking too much about it, Amara lifted her face and kissed Asier. The kiss began softly, a caress of lips that quickly transformed into something more intense. The connection between them grew deeper—a shared desire that enveloped them completely. Their bodies drew closer, their hearts beating in unison, and in that kiss, emotions of love and affection mingled with a longing that had been growing between them for a long time.

  Asier, however, paused for a moment, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. The spark of desire in his gaze was unmistakable, but there was something else: a deep respect for her, a need to ensure she was ready.

  "Amara," he said in a whisper, his voice soft yet firm in its purpose. "I don't want to do anything you aren't ready to do. I’m not expecting us to have sex right now. I know this is a delicate matter for you, and I want you to know that. I don't want to pressure you, nor do I want you to feel like you have to do something you don't want to."

  Amara, with her heart in her throat, looked into his eyes with a mixture of feelings reflected on her face. She knew Asier would never force her into anything, and that made her feel safe. She sat beside him on the bed, searching for the right words to express what she felt.

  "It’s true that I’ve had bad experiences before, Asier," she began, her voice soft but full of sincerity. "But since I met you, I’ve felt nothing but comfort and security by your side. I know you respect me, and that means more to me than anything else. I... I want to be with you, if you want it too, of course."

  Asier, visibly moved by her words, looked deeply at her, as if trying to read her soul. He didn't want to rush; he didn't want to take a step that might make her feel uncomfortable. But at the same time, the intensity of his desire was palpable.

  "Are you sure, Amara?" he asked, his voice thick with a mix of desire and concern, while his eyes shone with an intensity that made Amara's body shiver. "If you aren't sure, you don't have to do anything out of obligation."

  Amara looked him directly in the eyes and, with a certainty that surprised even herself, replied:

  "Yes, I'm sure."

  The words, full of conviction, made Asier lean toward her with a smile full of affection and desire. Without saying another word, he held her tightly, kissing her again—this time with a quiet but firm passion, as if they both knew that this moment had arrived, marking the beginning of something deeper between them.

  Asier took her by the waist, his fingers brushing the soft skin of her back. He drew her close, and their lips met in an intense, passionate kiss. Between kisses, his voice—husky yet soft—reassured her:

  "Amara, if at any point you want to stop, tell me. I promise."

  She smiled against his lips.

  "I know, Asier. But for now, keep going."

  He obeyed, deepening the kiss. Asier pulled away slightly, breathing heavily. With a mischievous smile, he took off his shirt. Amara watched him as he did, her heart pounding. His body, though lean, was toned and strong. He was perfect. A deep blush stained her cheeks.

  Asier noticed her reaction and laughed.

  "Do you like me that much?"

  Amara ignored his teasing. He kissed her neck, leaving a trail of damp kisses.

  "You are beautiful, Amara."

  Amara trembled at his words and his touch. The world faded around her; there was only him and the pleasure flooding through her.

  A few moments later, it was she who pulled away. Asier looked on expectantly as she unfastened her dress. His eyes widened as he saw her completely naked.

  "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he whispered, wrapping her in his arms.

  He kissed her lips, her neck, every inch of her skin. His touch was soft, yet filled with desire.

  "I’m going to do something that will make you feel very good," Asier said, looking at her intently. His eyes shone with passion and his cheeks were slightly flushed.

  Amara nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. Asier laid her back gently on the bed and began.

  Asier’s tongue explored every inch of her lips, her gums, and her tongue. Amara closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the sensation. Asier moved down to her neck, kissing and licking the soft, sensitive skin. He reached her chest, tracing circles with his tongue around each nipple.

  Amara arched her back and let out a moan of pleasure. Asier felt a knot in his stomach seeing Amara's reaction. Carefully, he began to move down toward her center. His tongue softly brushed her labia, causing Amara to shiver.

  Asier deepened the kiss, introducing his tongue into her. Amara clung to the sheets, her nails leaving marks in the fabric. She felt an indescribable pleasure, a sensation that enveloped her completely. It was as if she were floating on a cloud of ecstasy. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she placed her hands on Asier’s head, intertwining her fingers in his hair.

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  "Don't stop, please," she pleaded, her voice husky with pleasure. "It feels so good."

  Asier, spurred by her words, continued his movements. With every stroke of his tongue, Amara drew closer to climax.

  "Asier..." she moaned, her voice barely a whisper.

  Asier quickened the pace, knowing he was about to bring her to the edge. Suddenly, Amara arched and let out a sharp moan. Her body shook convulsively as she reached orgasm, and a fine sweat covered her skin.

  Asier remained still for a moment, enjoying the sensation of having brought Amara to her climax. Breathless, Amara lay back on the bed, trying to catch her breath. Asier sat up and looked at her tenderly.

  "How do you feel?" he asked, caressing her cheek.

  She smiled weakly.

  "I feel... good. I’ve never felt anything like that."

  Asier laughed softly.

  "That's nothing," he said, moving closer to her. "There are many more things I can do to make you feel good."

  He paused, looking her in the eye.

  "Do you want me to continue?"

  Amara nodded, unable to articulate a word. Asier positioned himself between her legs again and began to explore her body with his hands, awakening a new wave of desire within her.

  Amara knew what was coming and, looking Asier in the eye, she said:

  "I love you."

  Hearing those words, Asier kissed her with an intensity that left her breathless. It was as if their souls were merging into one. While he kissed her, his hands worked skillfully, unfastening his trousers and sliding them gently down his legs.

  He paused for a moment, admiring her beauty. His eyes met Amara’s, full of desire and trust.

  "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and sensual.

  Amara, despite her nerves, nodded. She looked at Asier’s member, and despite her awe, she felt an indescribable anticipation.

  Asier carefully positioned himself over her.

  "I’ll try not to hurt you," he whispered, before beginning to slowly enter her.

  Amara let out a stifled moan, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure. Asier stopped, waiting for her to adjust.

  "Are you okay?" he asked, worried.

  Amara nodded, and he continued, his movements slow and steady. As the minutes passed, the initial pain transformed into a sense of fullness. Asier kissed her tenderly, conveying all his love.

  Amara kissed him back, feeling a deep connection with him. She watched his face, full of excitement and passion. Asier, feeling her gaze, smiled at her and began to move with more intensity. Amara wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer.

  With every thrust, the pleasure intensified. She loved seeing the expression of excitement on Asier’s face and hearing his groans. She felt powerful, capable of provoking such pleasure in him.

  Asier, feeling her grip, quickened the pace, his hips crashing against hers with force. Amara arched her back, seeking more of him. Their bodies moved in unison, creating a symphony of moans and sighs.

  "I'm close," Asier whispered, his voice hoarse and broken.

  Amara, feeling that she too was on the verge, squeezed him tighter. Together, they orgasmed, their bodies trembling and their breaths intertwining.

  After a while, they remained embraced, catching their breath. Amara felt completely satisfied and loved. She had given herself entirely to Asier, and he had reciprocated with the same intensity.

  Amara and Asier remained lying in bed, their bodies still intertwined. Asier had her wrapped in his arms, his chin resting gently on Amara's head, while one of his hands tenderly caressed her arm. The silence between them wasn't awkward; it was full of complicity and peace.

  "That felt... incredible," Asier murmured, his deep voice carrying a sincerity that made Amara feel a wave of warmth in her chest.

  Amara looked up to meet his eyes, her cheeks still slightly flushed. There was something so pure and genuine in Asier’s expression that she couldn't help but smile.

  "I liked it too," she confessed softly, playing with a lock of his hair. Then, as if she could no longer contain what she felt, she added, "I love you, Asier."

  The words filled the room like a melody, and Asier’s face lit up with a blend of happiness and tenderness. He looked at her as if he wanted to engrave that moment in his memory forever.

  "And I love you, Amara," he replied, leaning in to kiss her forehead delicately.

  Amara closed her eyes at the touch of his lips, savoring the security he provided. She felt so complete, so free, as if for the first time in a long while she could truly be herself.

  Asier, after a few seconds of silence, asked with a playful smile:

  “Want to do it again?”

  Amara laughed softly, her laughter echoing happiness through the room. She looked at him with a mix of affection and playfulness in her eyes and shook her head before speaking.

  "Give me a few minutes," she said, snuggling closer to him. "Right now, I just want to enjoy this moment with you."

  Asier smiled, showing not a hint of disappointment. He pulled her closer, as if wanting to protect her from the whole world, and rested his cheek against her hair.

  "As you wish, my love," he told her, closing his eyes as his breathing synchronized with hers.

  The two remained like that for a long time, enjoying each other’s warmth and the peace they could only find in one another’s company. The outside world seemed distant, almost non-existent, as happiness and tranquility enveloped them in a moment that was theirs alone.

  In the days that followed, Amara and Asier enjoyed their life together as husband and wife. Asier accompanied Amara to the market, listening to her stories and ideas, which he found amusing and somewhat far-fetched. Amara, for her part, accompanied him in his duties as emperor and supported him in everything that was necessary. Together they formed a strong team, learning from one another while strengthening their bond.

  At one point, during a moment of freedom, Asier took Amara horseback riding. With patience, he taught her the basics so that she could ride on her own. Once Amara felt more confident, they both rode together across the vast lands of Nivara, enjoying the open air and the connection they felt with nature and with each other.

  One night, while they were both resting in their room, Asier decided to tell Amara the story behind his scar. With a serious, slightly melancholic expression, he began to speak:

  “My mother, Layla, was a commoner,” he said, gently taking Amara’s hand. “She met my father, Sebastián, in the village. They fell deeply in love and decided to marry and have a child… me.”

  Amara listened attentively, feeling the weight of every word.

  “The kingdom of Nivara supported their decision, but when my father presented my mother in the country of Aeloria, things were different. They mocked their relationship because my mother was a commoner. The cruel comments they made greatly strained the relationship between the two countries.”

  Asier paused, looking down as the memories returned to him.

  “When I was sixteen, during a ball at the castle, King Richard of Aeloria attended with his wife. During a conversation with my father, Richard proposed a trade deal. He wanted Nivara to sell him the seeds of the purple flowers that only grow here, but he wanted them exclusively for Aeloria. My father refused because those flowers were essential to our economy, and because my mother took special care of them.”

  Amara frowned slightly, sensing that the worst was yet to come.

  “Richard didn’t take the rejection well and left the castle furious. A month later, he sent intruders to steal the seeds. My mother and I were walking outside the castle when we saw them. My mother ran to warn the guards, but before she could do so, the intruders attacked us. I tried to protect her, but they cut my face and…”

  Asier paused, his voice breaking.

  “…they murdered my mother.”

  Amara placed a hand on his chest, feeling her husband’s pain as if it were her own.

  “There was never a war,” Asier continued bitterly. “Aeloria claimed they hadn’t sent the intruders, and there was no proof to incriminate them. On top of that, at the time they controlled the roads we used for trade, so my father couldn’t risk losing that access.”

  Amara remained silent, processing the story. Finally, she took Asier’s hands in hers and said:

  “I’m so sorry about what happened to your mother, Asier. Neither of you deserved something so cruel.”

  Asier nodded, grateful for her support.

  “Every time I look at myself in the mirror, this scar reminds me of what happened to her,” he confessed. “I can’t help seeing it as something horrible.”

  Tenderly, Amara took Asier’s face in her hands and looked straight into his eyes.

  “Your scar isn’t horrible,” she said softly, tracing the line with her fingers. “It’s a part of you. Yes, it brings back painful memories, but don’t let them consume you. You are someone valuable, Asier. You are someone who deserves love, and I love everything about you: your body, your soul, and your heart.”

  Asier felt tears well up in his eyes. Unable to hold back any longer, he wrapped her in a tight embrace.

  “I’m very lucky to have you by my side, Amara,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I love you with all my being.”

  Amara smiled, returning the embrace, and whispered in his ear:

  “And I love you, Asier. I will always be with you.”

  That night, their connection grew even deeper. They had shared not only love, but also pain, and in that moment, the trust they had in each other was the most important thing of all.