as evening falls

She lay in their great bed, propped against the pillows in a thin silk nightdress, her hair loose and gleaming in the candlelight. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, Daeron crossed the room in unsteady strides, shedding his cloak and outer tunic as he went.

“My sweet petal,” he rasped, climbing onto the bed and crawling over her like a man starved. “It has been hellish without you.” His mouth found her neck at once, peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses along the delicate column of her throat, tasting the warmth of her skin.

She stirred, tilting her head to welcome him—then froze. Her eyes widened as she took in the fresh scar cutting across his cheek, raw and angry, ending where half his ear had been neatly sliced away.

“Gods, Daeron—what happened to you?” Her fingers lifted instinctively toward the wound.

He caught her wrist gently but firmly, pressing a kiss to her palm. “I wish not to discuss it right now, my love. I’ve had enough of blood and shame for one lifetime. All I want is to reunite with my sweet lady wife after days of pure torture without her.”

“You were hardly gone that long,” she murmured, though her voice had already softened. Her fingertips still traced the edge of the scar with careful tenderness. He winced at the contact but did not pull away.

“Going even a single day without your smile and your cunt is like a month without wine,” he muttered against her skin, voice rough with need. His hands tugged impatiently at the laces and silk of her nightdress, clumsy in his haste. “I crave your cunt greatly, my love, and I intend on having my fill of it now.”

With a low growl of frustration, he gave up on delicacy and simply shoved the silk up and off her body in one rushed motion. She gasped as the cool night air kissed her bare skin, a pretty flush blooming across her chest and cheeks at his blunt words.

Daeron’s mouth followed the path of his hands, hot and eager. He kissed down her throat, across her collarbone, then latched onto one breast with a needy groan. He filled his palms with the soft, heavy mounds, squeezing gently as his tongue swirled around the stiffening peak. She let out a sweet, breathy moan that went straight to his cock. He switched to the other breast, sucking harder, scraping his teeth lightly until her back arched off the bed.

Lower still he traveled, lips brushing over the gentle roundness of her stomach, hands caressing the plush flesh with open reverence. When he finally settled between her thighs, he hooked his arms beneath her legs and spread her wide, earning a startled little squirm.

“Ah… look at her,” he murmured, breath ghosting over her slick folds. “Weeping so prettily for me already. Poor thing missed me just as badly as I missed her.” He pressed a reverent kiss to her mound, then another just above her entrance, before his patience snapped.

He dove in with a hungry groan, tongue dragging through her folds and tasting her sweetness. “Fuck… sweeter than the finest liliac wine,” he rasped against her, the vibration making her hips jerk. He held her down with strong hands on her thighs and feasted—lapping, sucking, circling her swollen pearl with relentless devotion. Her fingers tangled in his silver hair, tugging hard as broken whimpers and gasps spilled from her lips.

“Daeron—oh gods—”

Her thighs began to tremble around his head. He redoubled his efforts, sucking her clit between his lips and flicking it mercilessly with his tongue until her whole body seized. She came with a sharp cry, flooding his mouth with her release. He moaned like a man tasting ambrosia and drank every drop, licking her through the aftershocks until she was twitching and oversensitive.

Only then did he pull back, lips shiny and breathing ragged. In one frantic motion he tore at his own remaining clothes, kicking breeches and smallclothes aside until he was as bare as she was. His cock stood hard and flushed, already leaking with need.

He crawled back up her body, settling between her still-trembling thighs. His scarred cheek brushed hers as he kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

“Fuck… I’ve been dying to bury myself deep inside this sweet little cunny, petal,” he groaned, voice wrecked with need.

“Please, Dae…” she whimpered, hips rolling up desperately, trying to pull him in.

He kissed her again—slow, almost reverent—then notched the thick head of his cock against her dripping entrance. With one smooth, powerful thrust he sank into her tight heat, burying himself to the hilt. They both moaned, raw and relieved, as her walls fluttered and clenched around his throbbing length.

He stayed there for a long moment, savoring the perfect, wet grip of her cunt, letting her stretch around him. Then he began to move—slow, deep strokes that dragged along every sensitive spot inside her.

“Gods… feel how badly she needed me,” he growled, voice cocky and rough as his pace quickened. “Poor thing’s been neglected, hasn’t she? This greedy little cunt needs to be fucked at least once a day, doesn’t it, my love?”

She slapped his chest playfully, cheeks burning. “H-hush—”

Daeron smirked, wicked and bright. He caught her legs and folded them gently over his shoulders, changing the angle until he was driving even deeper. His hips snapped forward harder, faster, pounding into her with hungry, filthy need. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the chamber, mingling with her loud cries and his low groans.

Her nails dug into his arms, his shoulders, anywhere she could reach. Daeron’s head fell back, silver hair sticking to his sweat-dampened neck as he whined and cursed, chasing the pleasure only she could give him.

Daeron’s rhythm grew relentless, each powerful thrust driving deep enough to punch the breath from her lungs. Folded nearly in half beneath him, her knees pressed to her shoulders, she could do nothing but take every thick inch.

“I had intended to savor you,” he groaned, voice rough and strained, “but I so wish to fuck you right now, sweet girl…”

The confession seemed to snap what little restraint he had left. His hips snapped forward harder, faster, pounding into her with raw, hungry need. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the chamber, mingling with her loud cries and his low, broken groans.

“Fuck—yes, just like that,” he panted, sandy hair sticking to his sweat-damp neck. “So tight… so fucking wet. greedy thing.”

He drove into her with deep, punishing strokes, the new angle letting him grind against that perfect spot inside her with every thrust. One of his hands slipped between their bodies, thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight, slick circles.

Her back arched hard, nails digging into his arms and shoulders. “Dae— oh gods—”

“Come for me again,” he growled, voice wrecked with lust. “Milk my cock, petal. I want to feel this greedy little cunt squeezing me when I fill you up.”

The filthy words and relentless pace shattered her. Her walls clamped down around him as her orgasm crashed through her, thighs shaking violently while she cried out his name. Her cunt fluttered and pulsed wildly, pulling him even deeper.

Daeron’s rhythm faltered. “Seven hells— that’s it— fuck—”

With a guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of spend flooding her clenching heat. He kept moving through it in shallow, greedy thrusts, riding out every pulse until he was spent and trembling above her.

He carefully lowered her legs, then collapsed half on top of her, face buried in the crook of her neck. His cock was still nestled inside her as they both caught their breath.