A/N: Hi again! I had been debating whether or not to post the first part, so I don't end up with a chapter that is too long for me to manage. I didn't want to lose the feel nor the vision I have in mind, and I didn't want to leave you guys in suspense too long. So here comes the first part of the update! Hope you enjoy and happy reading! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Akatsuki No Yona.
CHAPTER 12
As she stood before him, exposed and unguarded, Hak saw more of her than he ever did in his entire life.
With her standing in the moonlight...her skin softly aglow...Hak felt his heart almost come to a stop.
She was majestic and beautiful...radiant in his eyes...
Her porcelain skin glowing, flawlessly under the moon's light. Her eyes, shimmering stars, shyly beaming up at him...
His heart hammered harder as he let his eyes trail downward, savoring and appreciating the sight that was her.
Her skin was soft and luscious...every inch that he could see...
The supple skin of her neck led down to her full, round breasts, with delicate pink nipples being their perfect adornment.
His eyes trailed further to the dips of her slender waist and the curvy spread of her feminine hips...
He felt his gaze linger on the curly, crimson triangle, so alluring between her legs, that he tirelessly fought many a night, not to dream about.
Though finding it difficult to avert his eyes, he took a step back to marvel at the rest of her perfect, pure and exposed form.
She was absolutely beautiful...Even more than he could've imagined.
"Yona..." he said, in a staggered whisper, as he brought his eyes upward to meet hers.
"...You are so beautiful..."
Exhaling a silent breath of relief and gaining even more courage from his words of praise and approval, she bravely reached her hand out to him.
"Hak...please...touch me..." she said, stretching out her hand to caress his face, while the other slid in his hair, gently tugging him toward her lips.
He wrapped his arms around her, gently returning her kiss, lost in amazement at the feel of his hands on her bare skin.
As Hak slowly and gently caressed her body, Yona felt her face burn and her body come to life in an unfamiliar yet pleasant way.
It took a lot of courage for her to stand like this before him.
Never before could he imagine that she would be so forward in her actions.
Kyaaah!
I can't believe I'm naked in front of Hak!
And...oh my gosh!
He still has his clothes on!
Attempting to steel her maiden's nerves, she hesitantly allowed her hands to reach for his robes, gripping it tightly and willing it to fall off.
Hak must have read her mind, for he wordlessly pulled away from their kiss, looking into her eyes, as his hands covered hers. Moving in tandom, he guided her hands to untie the sash secured at his waist.
He felt her hands tremble lightly, as she slid her palms against his chest, easing the robe off of him. As it fell to the ground, Yona felt herself blush even harder, shy in the moment yet eager to press on.
Pausing at that, Hak looked deeply into her eyes, seeing and sensing her flurry of emotions, desperate to put her mind at ease.
He knew this was the first time she had ever really seen a man...let alone, her first time to completely bare herself...furthermore, her first time to be with one.
It was all so new...it was new for him too...but he wouldn't take the first step unless she was truly ready to.
He caressed her face, coaxing her to look into his eyes.
"Yona...we don't need to do anything that you're not ready to do."
Yona looked up at him, her uneasiness melting away.
"Hak...I want to...I...I want you...Please...I don't want us to stop..."
She reached her hand up, feeling it tremble all the more, inching it toward the defined ridges of his chest.
Trying to soothe and placate her nerves, he placed his hand atop hers, as it rested on his heart. The feel of his pulse, throbbing steady under her palm, brought her comfort and relief in a way that was both familiar and new.
He feels so warm...so warm and safe...
As she gazed into his eyes, all she saw was love.
"Hak..." she trailed, as he pulled her into his arms, lips gently touching as she surrendered herself.