Then, as her second release mounted, she felt her body lift up on its own volition, her back bringing her into an almost seated position as she bent her knees and threw her head back; letting out a long, pleasure-filled scream as Constantine’s tongue shifted to her clitoris as his fingers deftly thrust inside and Elara felt her body come apart in the most wonderful way.
“That’s my beautiful wife,” Constantine praised, rising from between her thighs with soaked lips and chin.
Elara could not do anything but whimper as she watched him slowly clean the evidence of her pleasure from his lips with his tongue. It felt as if all her strength had drained along with her second release. Constantine seemed to understand, for instead of commanding her to lie back down, he simply picked her up and placed her back down on the ruined sheets.
“You came apart so beautifully for me,” he praised, placing gentle kisses against her lips as his knee knocked her legs wider and he settled his hips between hers.
“You are the reason for all of my undoing,” she confessed, excitement sparking anew in her veins as she felt the tip of his rigid manhood align with her entrance.
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 wideO.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 awhoosh.
“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.
