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Vael
Private Suite

The storm had passed, but its aftershocks still rippled through her. Vael lay tangled in the warm press of Sam's arms, the scent of rain-wet earth and salt lingering on her skin as if the sea itself had marked her. Her breath came in slow, deliberate pulls, each one fighting the delicious weight in her limbs. She felt the thrum of his heartbeat beneath her palm; steady now, though moments ago it had been as wild as hers.

She closed her eyes, letting the quiet claim her. It wasn't the silence of still waters, but the hush after the tempest, when the sea held its breath before deciding whether to rest or rage again. Somewhere deep inside, she knew they'd stir the waves soon enough. Sam murmured something half-sleeping, his voice low and rough, and the sound wrapped around her like another blanket. She allowed herself a satisfied smile.

The vines that had joined their game still hung loosely about them, some coiled in lazy spirals against her legs, others retreating toward the edges of the bed as if knowing their work was done; for now. Vael's fingers brushed one idle tendril, feeling the faint pulse of its life before it slipped away back under his veins.

She thought of the road ahead; of the danger, the bargains yet to be struck, the enemies who would take everything if given the chance. The memory of Sam's heat and the wildness of their joining lingered like a secret weapon, an ember in her chest. Whatever came, she would meet it with this fire. And if the storm returned, she would not shy away.

Sam's arms tightened gently around her, the warmth radiating through his bark-lined skin grounding her in the moment. Without a word, he lifted her effortlessly, the subtle glow of his bioluminescent veins pulsing softly like a heartbeat against her back. Vael's breath hitched, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, settling her weight fully into his grasp. There was a surety in the way he held her; strong, unyielding, yet tender; a silent promise that whatever storm came next, she wouldn't face it alone.

He carried her toward the doorway, the plush carpets muffling their footsteps as they moved with easy grace through the suite. The soft murmur of running water greeted them before they even reached the shower, steam curling through the air like a whispered invitation. As Sam set her down, his hands lingered at her waist, fingers tracing lazy patterns that sent tiny shivers through her skin. Their eyes met, and in that shared glance was an unspoken understanding; a moment suspended between desire and calm.

Then, with a gentle motion, he guided her beneath the warm cascade, the water washing away the heat of their passion, mingling with the salt and amber scent that clung to her. Vael closed her eyes, letting the droplets fall like rain on a quiet shore, feeling the world soften around them; if only for a little while.

The warm water cascaded around them, steam swirling like a veil that softened the edges of the world. Sam's eyes drifted toward the sleek array of bottles neatly arranged on a carved stone shelf; an assortment of soaps, scrubs, and shampoos, each promising some exotic scent or soothing cure.

His brows furrowed in playful concentration as he reached out, fingers brushing over the smooth bottles. He picked one up; a deep green glass with silver lettering; but paused, then set it down with a small shake of his head. Another bottle caught his eye, a pale blue jar that seemed to glisten like seafoam. He exchanged the first for the second, holding it carefully as if it were a rare treasure.

Reading the label aloud under his breath, "Shampoo…" he nodded once, satisfied, before turning his attention back to Vael. With a tenderness that belied his rugged exterior, Sam cupped the shampoo in his hands, working it into a gentle lather. His fingers moved slowly, massaging the fragrant suds into Vael's emerald hair, careful not to rush the moment. The scent was fresh, a delicate mix of salt and wild herbs, and the warmth of his hands sent ripples of comfort through her.

Vael leaned into the touch, eyes closed, letting herself drift in the quiet intimacy of the shared ritual. The world outside their little haven faded away, leaving only the softness of water, scent, and Sam's steady presence.

As the shampoo rinsed away, Sam's eyes caught sight of another bottle; this one a rich amber color, labeled Brown Sugar Vanilla Scrub. Without hesitation, he reached for it, holding the jar like a prize. His confident ease made Vael's heart flutter in a way that was both thrilling and tender. "Come out from under the stream," Sam said softly, his voice low and warm. "I want to scrub every inch of you."

Vael hesitated only for a moment before stepping closer, the water misting around them like a shimmering curtain. She let her hands rest lightly on his shoulders, feeling the strength beneath his skin, the pulse of life and warmth.

As Sam scooped handfuls of the grainy scrub and began to massage it over her skin, the scent of vanilla and brown sugar wrapped around them like a whispered promise. His touch was deliberate and careful, each movement a silent confession of affection. Vael's chest swelled with a rush of emotion so deep it nearly took her breath away. Her love for him; steady, fierce, overflowing; flooded through her veins. In that quiet shower stall, with water and scent and his hands upon her, she knew this was where she belonged.

Once the warm water rinsed the scrub away, Vael took a slow, deliberate step toward Sam. Her eyes met him with a mischievous glint. "Turn around," she murmured, voice soft but sensual. "It's my turn to wash your back."

Sam obliged without hesitation, his broad shoulders relaxing as he faced away. Vael's gaze drifted to the same neatly arranged collection of soaps and lotions from earlier, the labels promising scents of jasmine, citrus, and forest pine. After a moment's consideration, she plucked a bottle with a delicate, pearlescent sheen; something that promised to be smooth and gentle.

She scooped the soap into her hands, letting it foam into a creamy lather. As she pressed her palms against Sam's back, she couldn't help but squirm playfully, her fingers moving with slow, deliberate care, tracing over the ridges of muscle and bark-lined skin. The warmth of the water and the feel of his body beneath her hands made her heart race.

Vael took her time, savoring the quiet intimacy between them; the way the steam curled around their skin, the way his breath hitched slightly as she worked the soap deeper into his muscles. Her movements were both tender and teasing, a silent declaration of the bond they shared.

Vael stepped even closer, the warmth of her body pressing against Sam's back. The gentle curves of her form; the peaks of her mountains; nudged softly into him, a delicious, grounding contact that sent a subtle shiver down both their spines. Her arms slid around him, crossing his broad chest as her hands continued to glide with soapy ease over the contours of his skin. The scent of the soap mingled with their shared heat, filling the steamy air with a delicate sweetness.

She lingered in the closeness, every motion deliberate; each caress a whispered promise, a tender claim. The press of her body against his was both a grounding anchor and a spark, igniting an unspoken conversation between muscle and skin, breath and heartbeat. Sam's steady presence beneath her hands made her pulse quicken, and the quiet intimacy wrapped around them tighter, as if the world outside had melted away entirely.

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Vael stepped back just long enough to reach for another bottle, but the brief space between them only fueled the heat rising inside her. The water traced gentle rivulets down her skin, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Sam; his warmth, his presence, the way his strong frame beckoned to her. A slow, sensual smirk curved her lips.

Her fingers closed around a slender bottle labeled Fire & Ice Body Oil; promising a tantalizing mix of hot and cold sensations. The scent was intoxicating, a blend of cinnamon and mint that seemed to spark beneath her touch. Dropping gracefully to her knees on the slick stone floor, Vael's eyes locked onto Sam's with a sultry gleam. "Turn around," she purred, voice low and teasing, "so I can wash the rest of you."

The steam curled thickly between them as she prepared to explore every inch, the promise of the oil's tingling warmth mingling with the charged anticipation in the air.

Vael's hands trembled slightly with anticipation as she uncapped the bottle, the word 'Edible,' clearly labeled, the warm, spicy scent of cinnamon and the crispness of mint flooding the steamy air around them. She poured a generous amount of the oil into her palms, watching it shimmer like liquid fire in the soft glow of the amber lamps.

Slowly, deliberately, she raised her hands to Sam's hips, letting the cool oil glide over his bark-lined skin. The contrast of temperatures sent a ripple of sensation skittering beneath her fingertips; the heat awakening nerve endings, the coolness trailing like a whisper. She relished the way his muscles tensed briefly before relaxing under her touch.

Her palms traveled lower, tracing the powerful sweep of his thighs, moving with a practiced tenderness that spoke of trust and desire. The silky oil left a slick, glimmering trail in its wake, highlighting every contour, every ridge of muscle hardened by strength and struggle.

Vael's breath hitched as her fingers brushed closer to Sam's core, the heat and coolness of the oil mingling with the growing pulse of need between them. She paused, savoring the moment ; the electric silence that bound them, charged with unspoken promises and shared secrets. The subtle glide of her hands, the intoxicating scent, the warmth of the water mixing with the chill of the oil; all converged into a symphony of sensation that pulsed through them both. Vael's gaze lifted to meet Sam's, eyes gleaming with affection and daring, as if to say, This is just the beginning.

Each touch was an exploration, an intimate dance of giving and receiving, binding them closer with every stroke. The oil's duality; fire and ice; mirrored the balance in their connection: fierce yet gentle, commanding yet yielding, wild yet tender. As her hands continued their journey, Vael's heart swelled with love and longing, the quiet intensity of the moment deepening the bond between them in ways words could never capture. Here, in the warmth of the shower's embrace, they found a sanctuary; a place where desire and devotion could merge without restraint.

A low groan slipped from Sam's lips, vibrating through the steamy air and sending a shiver rippling down Vael's spine. The way his body responded to her touch; muscles tightening, breath hitching; fueled a growing fire inside her. His sounds were raw, unguarded, a clear testament to the pleasure she coaxed from every stroke of her hands.

Curiosity and desire mingled as her fingers paused for a moment, trailing lightly along the curve of his hip. Instinctively, she lifted a fingertip to her lips, tasting the faint trace of the oil a heady blend of cinnamon's warmth and the crisp bite of mint, with just a whisper of something sweeter underneath. The flavor was intoxicating, exotic, like a forbidden spice she'd been craving without knowing.

With a slow, deliberate smile, Vael dipped her palms back into the silky oil, the liquid shimmering between her fingers as she gathered a generous amount. Her gaze locked onto Sam's as she leaned forward, hands sliding lower, tracing the length of his mast with careful reverence. The slick sheen glided over his skin, enhancing every ridge, every curve, every pulse of life beneath her touch.

Her hands moved with confidence and care, liberally coating him in the hot-and-cold oil, the contrast sending fresh sparks of sensation flickering through Sam's body. She felt the tension in his muscles ripple, the small gasp he breathed out when her fingers circled the base and traveled upward.

Vael's lips curved into a mischievous grin as she watched him surrender to the delicious torment of sensation, her every movement a mixture of dominance and tenderness. The oil's warmth seemed to mingle perfectly with the fire burning deep inside Sam, their shared heat igniting the space between them until it was nearly unbearable. She pressed a soft kiss to the crown of his shaft, tasting the mingled flavors of the oil and him; earthy, wild, and utterly hers. Her fingers continued their worshipful journey, coaxing, teasing, exploring, as the tension between them mounted to an inevitable crescendo.

Vael's hands never faltered, their motions deliberate and unhurried as they traced slow, spiraling patterns along Sam's length. The slippery oil allowed her fingers to glide effortlessly, heightening every nerve ending beneath her touch. She felt his breath hitch sharply, then steady, a mixture of surrender and control dancing in his chest. Her lips found their way back to his skin, brushing soft, wet kisses along the curve where shaft met root. The heat radiating from him mingled with the tingling coolness of the oil, creating a delicious contradiction that sent shivers down her own spine. She traced the pulse of his veins with her tongue, teasing, tasting; the intoxicating essence of him grounding her amidst the storm of sensation.

Sam's hands gripped the smooth stone behind her, knuckles whitening with tension, but his eyes remained fixed on hers; dark, molten, and full of an unspoken promise. The amber heart embedded in his chest flared with radiant light, glowing brighter with each gasp, each shudder that rippled through his body. The bioluminescence of his arms shimmered in the steam, casting ethereal shadows that flickered and danced around them like living flames.

Vael's own heart pounded fiercely, matching the rising rhythm of their shared breath. Her fingers wrapped firmly yet tenderly, stroking in harmony with the slick trail of oil, coaxing Sam's body closer to the edge while savoring every moment of their intimate connection. Her teasing smirk deepened as she whispered in that low, sultry tone, "Ready to set sail, Captain?"

His growled response was lost beneath the swell of pleasure building between them, but his eyes never wavered, never broke contact. The intensity of their connection surged like a tidal wave, pulling them both toward a point of no return; wild, fierce, and utterly consuming.

The heat between them curled tighter, coiling like a tempest beneath their skin. Vael's touch grew more deliberate, more insistent; fingers tracing, stroking, coaxing every tremble from Sam's body. His breath came in short, ragged bursts, each exhale a shuddering surrender to the rising storm inside him. Her lips found him again, deep and hungry, as if trying to taste every hidden part of his soul. The pulse of his amber heart flared wildly, casting a golden glow that bathed them both in warmth. The bioluminescent light along his arms pulsed faster, like the flicker of a beacon calling them home.

Sam's hands roamed her curves with desperate need, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them; only the wild rhythm of their bodies beating in time. The scent of cedar and salt, the slick warmth of the oil, the press of skin to skin; it was a symphony of sensation that sent them spiraling.

Vael's whispered teasing broke through the haze, "Captain… I'm yours to command." A low growl rumbled in Sam's chest, his voice rough with passion. "Then I claim you, wholly and without mercy." His hands gripped her hips, lifting and pressing her flush against him as he slowly, deliberately slid inside her, the heat and slickness a perfect welcome. Their bodies arched together, every nerve igniting in a fierce blaze. Vael gasped, the sound raw and trembling, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as waves of pleasure began to ripple through her.

The bioluminescent glow flared bright, bathing the space in a golden light that flickered and danced with their every movement. Sam's amber heart pulsed in time with the fierce, mounting rhythm; each thrust and sigh weaving them closer into a tangle of fire and breath. Vael's body trembled beneath him, her voice rising in a chorus of gasps and whispered pleas. Sam held her steady, his grip possessive yet tender, guiding them both toward the crest of the storm they'd built together.

With a final, shuddering release, they crashed together; flames bursting behind closed eyes, hearts pounding in wild unison, and breath mingling in a shared exhale that left them both trembling and spent.

The world settled around them again, softer now, bathed in the warm afterglow of fire and love.