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As One

Anna stood in front of his door, the boldness she had a moment ago suddenly shifted into doubt, or perhaps shyness. She turned and looked at Bella, her mouth opened, but no words came out.

"My Queen, do you need something?" Bella asked, knowing Anna wanted to back out, but she could not ask Anna directly.

"No. I suddenly feel hot," Anna said while checking her own temperature, "Open the door." Bella nodded quickly and did as she said. Anna took a deep breath and entered his room.

"I thought you backed off, or even forgot." Johann stood up, walking closer to her, each step he took deliberately, like an animal watching its prey. As he stood directly in front of her, invading her privacy, "Did you wear another nightwear?" he asked enthusiastically.

Anna's face flushed red as she felt her heart beating too fast that she could hear it. "N-no."

Johann smiled. He slowly wrapped his hands around her waist, "You really have faith in your beauty? Well, I do not blame you; it is captivating." His voice was tender, filled with warmth and affection.

He began pressing soft kisses on her collarbone, slowly moving up to her neck, and finally landed a soft, gentle kiss on her lips. "Was that gentle enough?"

"Y-yes, it was," Anna replied while avoiding eye contact. Johann felt the heat radiating from Anna's body. His hand lifted her chin. Not grabbing — just there, warm and calloused, a bridge from her jaw to his eyes. "Look at me." She raised her gaze, "I… I am new to— "Her breath stuttered.

"I know," he said. His words were quiet, sure. "You told me."

She bit the outside of her lower lip, and her action drew his gaze down to her mouth. Something shifted in his expression — a flicker of heat, quickly banked. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, feather-light, as she felt it all the way down her spine.

"What do you need from me right now?" he asked.

The question caught her off guard. She had expected him to take charge regardless of her words, but he was asking. His hand was still on her face as he waited for an answer. Her mouth opened, closed, opened again.

"I need you to —" She swallowed. Her voice was barely a whisper. "To go slow. Please."

Johann cradled Anna in his strong arms, lifting her effortlessly as he laid her down on the plush king-sized bed, its deep comfort and luxurious fabric inviting her to relax completely. His hands began to explore her form, gliding delicately over her waist and down the length of her legs, tracing the delicate fabric of her nightgown as if mapping sacred terrain.

As he unfastened the buttons of her nightgown, he moved with deliberate slowness, savoring each moment. His fingers brushed against her skin, igniting little sparks of anticipation that traveled along her spine. The cool air kissed the exposed skin where the fabric parted, sending delightful shivers rippling through her. She could feel Johann’s eyes burning into her, filled with longing and admiration as he took in the sight of her revealed curves.

With the last button finally undone, he paused, his gaze searching hers, silently asking for permission to continue this passionate exploration. Anna felt a rush of excitement, her heart racing as she nodded slightly, eager to surrender to the depths of their intimacy.

Johann leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin as he pressed gentle kisses along her neck, each one lingering and soft, sending shivers of warmth through her. The sensation of his lips, warm and inviting, made her heart flutter.

When his mouth finally ventured lower, finding its way to her breasts, Anna gasped softly, surprised by the intensity of the sensation. His warm lips enveloped the right one fully, and she felt the gentle pressure of his mouth, the warmth of his breath, and the teasing flick of his tongue. It was a surge of pleasure that coursed through her, electrifying her senses. 'So this is pleasure?' she mused, trying to steady herself against the waves of bliss crashing over her, each moment drawing her deeper into the magic of their connection.

Johann kept sucking on her right breast, then switched to the left breast, giving both breasts equal attention. Anna let out soft moans at each sound he made that vibrated against her skin while sucking them. He finally pulled away to admire his work; her n*****s were now hard. He brought Anna's hand to his plain, see-through white shirt. "Remove it for me, just like I did for you." Anna did as he said and unbuttoned it. As soon as she was done, he kissed her again, but this time it was deeper, having full access inside her mouth. His right hand instinctively went to her breasts and cupped it, rubbing her n*****s in a circular motion and slightly pinching. When both were finally naked before each other, Johann spread Anna's legs carefully and positioned himself directly at her entrance. He did not enter her; he just kept using the tip of his p***s to rub over Anna's c**t. Anna arched her back out of pleasure, one could not explain. "I am going in." Johann altered Anna.

He entered her slowly, making Anna gasp loudly. He stayed still for a while, allowing her to adjust to his size before thrusting in and out slowly but forcefully, since she is a virgin. Anna held Johann tightly, her n*****s tight and aching, as they pressed against his hard chest. The pleasure threatened to consume her.

"f**k your are so tight," he whispered in her ear, his voice low as he tried to control his ragged breathing.

His movements quickened as he wrestled with his desperate need for release. With a firm grip on her hips, he held her steady while thrusting deeply into her. Each powerful motion delivered a mix of sharp sensations and overwhelming pleasure. Anna dismissed the discomfort, surrendering completely to the ecstasy that washed over her; she craved it and demanded even more silently. A surge of intensity built within her, and soon she reached her peak, followed closely by Johann's release. Johann collapsed on the bed beside Anna, panting heavily as his p***s still throbbing from release. Minutes later, Anna was already asleep, and Johann wrapped his hand around her waist, as fatigue and the intensity from their activity claimed his body.