Epilogue #2
Constantine’s eyes glittered handsomely as he leaned up enough to brush some of her errant hair from her face and affectionately cup her cheek.
“As you are mine,” he whispered, then surged his hips forward.
For a moment, the breath left Elara’s body, forcing her mouth open in a wide O. His large presence burned her tight opening, sending her body into a frenzy as to what to do, as her eyes pricked with tears.
“Breathe for me, my love,” Constantine coaxed, his hand nestling possessively around her throat. The warmth of his touch brought her comfort, and she exhaled in a whoosh.
“That’s it,” he praised, his eyes full of love and patience as he so very slowly drew his hips back. “Put your hands on me, hold onto me. Bear your nails into my flesh, and I will happily wear your mark.”
His coaxing words furrowed deep into her mind, urging her taut body to relax.
Shakily, she drew a deep breath into her nostrils as her hands loosened from the sheets and moved to his warm, sweat-slicked muscles on his back.
Pleasure mixed with pain surged over her, finding him trembling as he restrained his own need to take her fast.
On his next stroke, Elara let out a whimper, the pain ebbing even further away and giving into pleasure.
“Husband,” she breathed, her gripping nails loosening from his back to circle his neck at the same time her legs encircled his hips, making the possessive, lust-fueled beast in him roar.
“Yes, wife?” he rasped, struggling to remain slow and steady with her new position.
Something flickered in her eyes; something both innocent and incredibly wicked that made his cock jump and swell within her tight, flooded sheath.
“More.”
Constantine drew his hips back, all the way this time, so that his cock aligned with her entrance once more. Then he surged forward again, closing his eyes to the bliss of her body accepting him fully now.
They both moaned loudly, and wanting to taste her moan, he drew his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply as he drew his hips back and surged forward again.
He reveled in the way he felt her vocal cords quiver into his kiss, and he began to move faster, deeper.
He had never craved someone like he had craved Elara, and he never would again.
“You are perfect, you hear me?” he rasped, pulling away from their kiss so he could take in her pleasure-filled eyes.
Love poured through her gaze, and she tightened her arms and legs around him, urging him to take her faster.
“Say it,” he commanded, feeling his pleasure take hold of his groin and tighten to the point of ecstasy. “Say it, Elara. You are mine,” he groaned out, taking her faster and harder as he approached that edge of release.
“I am yours,” she moaned, sliding her hand from his neck to his face, a look of determination shining through her pleasure-filled eyes. “And you are mine.”
“I am,” he groaned, feeling his release become imminent. “I am yours.”
Elara’s tight sheath gripped him tightly then as he thrust inside fully, clamping down on him as her release gushed forward and her head snapped back. His cries of pleasure rang out with hers, creating the most beautiful chorus as they orgasmed together.
“Oh God,” Elara panted, their bodies still locked together and quivering several moments later.
Constantine let out a throaty chuckle as he nuzzled into her neck and placed a kiss on the bite mark he had left on her.
“I love it when you call me God,” he teased.
Then he moaned deeply from his throat as Elara giggled, the sound sending delightful vibrations to where they still remained connected. He hummed in pleasure, moving his kisses from her throat to her lips, and lifted his upper body onto his elbows as his hands framed her face.
“Are you well?” he asked, his eyes searching for any sign of discomfort.
Elara’s smile was sweet and beautiful as she nodded her head.
“Perfect. I am perfect,” she whispered back.
“Yes, you are,” he agreed, placing another soft kiss on her lips. “My perfect wife.”
A small whimper escaped Elara’s throat as she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss.
They remained like that for a few moments, simply enjoying the feel of their bodies together.
Eventually, though, Constantine gently eased himself away, loving how she let out a longing sigh as he did.
He shifted himself to his side and began to stroke his fingertips lovingly over every bare inch of her body, still not quite accepting that she had agreed to come back to him.
“Did I not please you?”
Constantine’s eyes snapped up to hers, alarmed.
“Of course you did,” he replied, his brows furrowing with worry. “Why would you ask such a thing?”
With seeming effort, Elara lifted a hand and stroked it lovingly through his hair.
“You look so very sad,” she murmured.
Constantine pressed his lips together as emotion welled up in him. He was still getting used to having such feelings, and was beginning to understand that love also came with a terrifying vulnerability.
“I got caught in a thought,” he confessed, his fingers returning to their lazy tracing of her body. “A horrid thought. That we would not be where we are now if I had stuck to my stubborn thoughts and stayed away.”
Tingles erupted over his scalp as Elara continued her gentle stroking for a few quiet moments.
Comfortable silence settled over them as they continued to caress one another, their hands lazily moving over one another’s flesh in a way that staked a silent but no doubt deep claim on each other as their post-coital bliss shifted to drowsiness.
“Are you very sore?” Constantine asked, his voice raspy.
“Mm,” Elara hummed, stretching a little beneath him.
“A little,” she confessed. “Though it is not entirely unpleasant.”
Constantine’s smile was soft, content.
“I shall get up, ring for a bath for us. The warm water will ease your ache.” He went to move, but Elara’s gentle touch stopped him.
“In a moment,” she breathed, their eyes meeting with a look of pure, mutual affection.
Constantine settled back down, wrapping his arm possessively around her waist as he nuzzled his head back into her stomach.
“In a moment then,” he agreed, and closed his eyes in contentment.
The End?