Her hands formed into claws, raking down Archer’s back as the weight of him descended upon her. She imagined all the things they could do, naked and pressed skin to skin, and she felt herself heat entirely.
“I need ye,” she panted against his mouth.
A wetness began to spread between her thighs, a sure sign of Emilie’s own pulsing desire.
“Say nay more, wife,” Archer growled, and a thrill ran through her at the use of the word.
“I love it when ye call me that,” she purred.
“Well, ye’re goin’ to like this even more.”
Archer moved, using his knees to help spread Emilie’s thighs. He moved his hips, and then she felt him pressing right outside her entrance.
“It might sting at first,” Archer warned. “But it fades. Do ye still want to do this?”
He stilled, staring down at her and waiting for her response.
It was the easiest answer that Emilie had ever given.
“Aye,” she said with a nod, her voice coming out breathy and pleading. “I want it all, husband.”
A feral grin tugged up Archer’s mouth as he began to drive his hips further. Just as he warned, there was a sharp pain at her center, one that had her hissing.
But as Emilie breathed through it, there was something else on the other side of that pain, too. There was a fullness, a sense of being filled, of being completed, as Archer inched himself into her.
His mouth returned to hers, their kiss passionate as he finally sheathed himself in her to the hilt. He paused, their lips never once leaving each other.
And Emilie just returned the kiss, allowing herself to get used to the feeling of having her husband buried within her. The pain began to subside, replaced by a need to move.
So she did.
Emilie began to roll her hips, satisfied when Archer hissed out in pleasure in response. Spurred on by her movements, Archer began to retract himself from her before driving back in.
The pain that she had just felt became replaced with pleasure, replaced with need. She bucked her hips, matching Archer stroke for stroke.
She had thought that it had felt good when he’d feasted on her. But this? This felt nearly divine.
It wasn’t long before she felt a coiling in her body, a need for release that had begun to build until she was closing her eyes and panting at the ceiling.
“Archer,” Emilie moaned, bucking her hips one last time.
“Tell me, wife,” he answered, his own voice carnal and thick with need.
“Archer, I love ye.”
The words left Emilie’s mouth before she’d had a chance to stop them. But she wasn’t sad that she’d spoken them aloud. Her eyes fluttered open, finding Archer above her, driving himself into her as his eyes shone.
“And I love ye,” he growled, thrusting into her once more.
The words, the feeling of being full, it was all too much. Pleasure exploded through Emilie, and she threw her head back, screaming Archer’s name.
Her hands fisted in the sheets as Archer continued to pound into her, his rhythm becoming more and more erratic as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Emilie couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t even think. Not as the feeling of release washed over her so entirely.
Archer gave one final, hard thrust and then groaned, his entire body stilling as he hit the innermost walls inside of her. Deep within her core, Emilie began to feel warm, a satisfaction spreading within her like she had never known.
Slowly, the waves of pleasure began to subside, and Archer collapsed on top of her moments after, both of them panting, breathless from their release.