In Name Only

Chapter Four: The Beginning & the End

"Anything you want," she promised. "But please—"

"I'll always take care of you," he reassured her, rubbing her clit faster and meeting her eyes with his own, always glowing the most mesmerizing shade of blue. "You know that."

"Oh god," she gasped out. "I want— I want—"

"Cum for me, lovely one," he encouraged. "Say my name and cum for me."

With that, he took her clit in his mouth and sucked, curling his fingers upwards inside of her so perfectly she thought she might die from pleasure.

Clutching her hands in his hair and holding him against her, Irulan lifted her pelvis, moaning as she neared her peak.

He knew her tells, and when her walls began fluttering around his thrusting, curling fingers, he groaned in anticipation of what he knew he was about to give her.

She let out a broken gasp of his name that turned into a long, drawn-out moan as her fingers clenched in his hair and her body tensed up.

Out of breath, her chest heaving, Irulan watched as he sat up briefly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and sliding his trousers off.

She whimpered when she saw his cock, for he was clearly just as desperate for her as she was for him.

Spreading her legs wider, she held out her arms for him, beckoning him closer with her hands.

He laughed softly at her neediness, crawling over and positioning himself between her legs.

"It's been far too long, my love," he told her softly. "I must have you now."

She nodded eagerly, canting her pelvis towards his.

"I'll go slow, alright?"

She nodded again. "Yes, just— please—"

He leaned down and kissed her then, slowly, lovingly, and slid himself into her in much the same way.

"You're so tight," he groaned, burying his face in her neck and kissing the flushed skin there, sliding his hands up and down her sides, feeling the curves of her body and pulling back out of her slowly. "God, I've missed you so much."

"I love you," she gasped as he thrust back into her slowly. It stung, much like it had their first time so very long ago. "I love you, Paul."

"I can feel it," he told her, kissing her collarbone and continuing to move within her. "Without you shielding it from me, I can feel how much you love me."

"I feel you, too," Irulan said blissfully, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close. And she did. She did feel his love for her; it washed over her like waves, like spice, and she wanted to drown in it.

Her body was getting used to him again, and she started to lift her hips to meet his, gasping when he sucked at the skin of her neck.

He lifted himself up onto his elbows to kiss her again, his tongue finding hers as she met his thrusts eagerly.

"Never doubt that I love you, Irulan," he murmured against her lips before sitting up on his knees and sliding in and out of her. "Never doubt me again. Please."

She shook her head, staring at the muscles in his chest, his arms; the way he watched her with those glowing blue-blue eyes. "Never again," she promised.

"I should never have given you reason to doubt it was possible," he told her, sliding his hand from her hip to her breast to her neck, finally cupping her cheek. "My sweet wife." He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip, pulling her mouth open just slightly.