Epilogue #2
Alexander shed his own clothes quickly, revealing the hard planes of muscle and the thick, heavy length of his cock already straining upward, flushed and glistening at the tip.
Theodora’s mouth went dry at the sight. The first time they made love he had stretched her to the point of pain and pleasure.
Tonight, she could not wait to feel him sliding inside of her and the knowledge made her clench with need.
He climbed onto the bed, guiding her to lie back against the pillows.
His mouth found her throat, then her breasts, sucking one nipple into wet heat while his fingers teased the other into a tight peak.
Theodora arched with a soft moan, her hands threading through his hair.
Every touch felt amplified, her skin hypersensitive after the long day of tension.
“You are already wet for me,” he whispered against her skin as his hand slid between her thighs.
Two fingers parted her folds, stroking through the slickness he found there.
He circled her clit with slow, firm pressure, then dipped lower to push one thick finger inside her.
“So ready. No more hurting, Theo. Only pleasure this time.”
She gasped as he added a second finger, curling them gently against that sensitive spot inside her. The stretch was there, but it felt delicious now. Her hips rocked instinctively, chasing the building heat.
“Alexander…” she breathed, voice trembling.
He kissed his way down her body, lips brushing over her ribs and stomach, until his shoulders settled between her spread thighs. Theodora’s breath hitched as he looked up at her, eyes blazing.
“Let me taste you properly this time.”
His mouth descended.
The first slow lick along her slit drew a sharp cry from her throat.
He took his time lapping at her folds, circling her swollen clit with the flat of his tongue, then sucking it gently between his lips.
Theodora’s hands fisted the sheets as pleasure coiled tight and fast. He hummed against her, the vibration sending sparks up her spine, then thrust his tongue inside her while his thumb worked her core in steady circles.
She came undone with shocking speed, back bowing off the bed, a broken moan tearing from her lips as waves of intense pleasure crashed through her.
Alexander didn’t stop. He gentled his touch, licking her through the aftershocks until she was trembling and oversensitive, then crawled back up her body.
He settled between her thighs; the thick head of his member nudged at her entrance. This time there was no burn or tearing sensation. Only a slick, eager welcome.
“Look at me, wife,” he ordered her softly.
Theodora met his gaze as he pushed inside of her.
Slow, steady, and relentless. Inch by inch he filled her, stretching her walls in the most exquisite way.
She felt no pain only a deep, throbbing fullness and the perfect drag of his sheath against every sensitive nerve within her.
When he bottomed out, hips flush against hers, she let out a long, shaky moan.
“Alex,” she whispered. “It feels… so different.”
Alexander groaned, forehead dropping to hers. “You feel like heaven.”
He began to move. Long, rolling thrusts that dragged his full length along her inner walls and ground the base against her sweet center with every stroke.
Theodora’s legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back to pull him deeper.
Pleasure built differently this time: slower, richer, spreading through her entire body like warm honey.
“Tell me how it feels,” he rasped, voice strained with control.
“It is… so deep,” she gasped between thrusts.
He growled in approval and picked up the pace, hips snapping harder. The wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, obscene and intoxicating. Theodora’s hands roamed his back, nails digging into muscle as the coil of pleasure tightened unbearably.
Alexander shifted slightly, angling his thrusts in a maddening way.
“Come for me again,” he commanded.
The words pushed her over. Theodora cried out sharply as she climaxed. Her inner walls clamped down around him as pleasure flooded every nerve.
Alexander cursed under his breath, thrusting through her release with short, deep strokes. “That’s it, Theo.”
He rode her through it, then let go. With a guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and released hot pulses inside of her. The sensation of being one with him sent another smaller wave of pleasure that left her shaking beneath him.
They stayed locked together for long moments, breathing hard, skin slick.
Alexander kissed her lips, her cheeks, and her closed eyelids before carefully withdrawing.
He rolled to the side and pulled her into his arms, tucking her against his chest. Theodora nestled there, boneless, and glowing, listening to the steady thump of his heart. She let out a soft joyous laugh.
“Should I be worried that my wife is laughing after our lovemaking?” Alexander asked sarcastically.
“No.” She clapped him lightly on his chest. “I am just in awe that we are married.”
Alexander bent his head and kissed her.
“Believe it, sorceress.”
The End?