Alannah let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing under his touch. "You really are good at this," she murmured.

Adrian chuckled lightly. "Just don't spread the word. I might get more requests than I can handle."

Her lips curved into a faint smile, though her eyes remained closed. "Your secret is safe with me. Moreover, I doubt Lilith and the others would be happy with you massaging other women, much less the Queen of Zarpha. You're already walking on a thin line, you know?"

"Lilith isn't exactly the jealous type," Adrian retorted, "I can't say the same for the rest, especially Eris and Abyss. And besides, they know where my priorities lie."

"Hmm, and what might that be?" Alannah asked, her voice growing quiet.

"Protecting those I care about while taking my revenge on the King and his empire," Adrian answered, his tone darkening slightly.

Alannah lifted her head, her emerald eyes meeting his. "I hope that someday, you find the peace you seek, Adrian. You deserve it."

Adrian looked away, his jaw clenching. "I hope so too."

"You know, I envy you sometimes," she said quietly.

Adrian frowned. "Me? Why?"

"You have purpose," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "A clear goal, something to fight for. I... I feel like I'm constantly treading water, just trying to keep Zarpha afloat."

Adrian reached out, his hand covering hers. "You're doing more than treading water, Alannah. You're leading a kingdom. And you're not alone."

She looked at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Adrian," she admitted.

"You'll never have to find out," he said firmly.

Alannah didn't reply and Adrian returned his focus to the massage.

He worked his way down her back, his hands gliding over her smooth skin. The soft scent of lavender and chamomile filled the room, mingling with the warmth of the candlelight.

"Let me know if the pressure's too much," Adrian said, his voice low and soothing.

"It's perfect," she replied, her tone carrying a rare note of contentment.

He moved lower, his hands sweeping over the curve of her back. As he reached her hips, he carefully pulled the towel aside, revealing her toned legs.

"Sorry, I have to do this," Adrian said softly, his tone apologetic.

Alannah gave a slight nod. "It's alright. Just keep going."

His hands returned to her skin, sliding slowly down her legs. She shivered slightly as he moved lower, her toes curling involuntarily.

Adrian worked the tension from her calves, then moved to her feet, his fingers carefully massaging each arch.

He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the softness of her flesh. A part of him wondered what it would be like to touch her without restraint, to feel her bare skin against his, but he quickly pushed the thought aside.

Alannah stirred slightly, her hips shifting beneath the towel.

Adrian glanced up, his gaze catching hers. The look in her eyes was unlike any he had seen before. It was warm and inviting, yet there was a hint of vulnerability as well.

His pulse quickened. He had always found her beautiful, but now, seeing her like this, she seemed to shine with an inner light.

Slowly, Adrian moved his hands back up her legs, his fingertips tracing the lines of her body. Alannah drew in a sharp breath, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Does that feel good?" he asked softly, his voice thick with emotion.

"Yes," she whispered, her fingers curling around the edge of the towel.

"Good." He continued moving upward, his palms grazing her inner thighs.

Alannah let out a shaky breath, her back arching ever so slightly. "Adrian..."

"Shhh. Just relax," he murmured, his hands gliding over her hips.

As his fingertips brushed the edge of the towel, Adrian felt a tingling sensation in his lower abdomen. He hesitated for a moment, then carefully pulled the fabric away, revealing the firm curves of her ass.

Alannah drew in a sharp breath, her hips shifting restlessly.

"Sorry," he whispered, his voice strained. "I should have warned you."

"No," she murmured, her cheeks flushed. "I don't mind."

He bit back a groan, his fingers digging into her skin. "Gods, Alannah..."

The scent of lavender hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sound of her breathing.

Adrian took a deep breath, struggling to regain his composure.

He focused on the rhythmic motion of his hands, kneading the tightness from her body. But no matter how hard he tried, his thoughts kept returning to the way her skin felt against his, the softness of her curves.

He had always been able to maintain a certain distance between himself and others, but now, that distance seemed to be dissolving.

He wanted her, and not just in a physical sense.

He wanted to know her, to understand her. He wanted to feel her heart beating in time with his, her body pressed against him.

As his hands traveled upward, brushing along the crease where her thighs met her buttocks, Alannah let out a soft moan, her hips rolling.

Adrian clenched his jaw, trying desperately to keep his mind focused.

His hands moved higher, his fingertips grazing the folds of her pussy.

Alannah gasped, her thighs parting slightly.

Adrian paused, his pulse racing. "Do you want me to stop?"

She shook her head, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Alannah nodded, her hips pressing back against his touch.

Slowly, Adrian slipped one finger inside her. She was wet and tight, her inner walls clenching around him.

His cock strained against his trousers, aching for release.

"Gods, Alannah," he groaned, his free hand gripping her hip.

"More," she pleaded, her voice husky with desire.

Adrian added a second finger, his thumb stroking her clit. Alannah whimpered, her back arching as he thrust deeper.

His fingers slid in and out, her wetness coating them. The sound of their ragged breathing echoed off the walls, mixing with the crackle of the fire.

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