"Give me a moment and I will put out the flames." He reached for the shovel to bank the fire in the deep in-set fireplace.
"There's no need!" I said, moving to his side. Determinedly, I pulled Chrom's shirt back from his wiry shoulders and dropped it to the luxurious rug under our feet. "Don't deny me the pleasure of seeing the body of my husband, especially tonight" I sighed lightly, touching the Mark of the Exalt on his toned arm with reverence, and leaned in to kiss the hollow above his sternum.
His smooth, tight muscles flexed in the soft glow of the fire in the large chamber. Chrom shuddered. I moved my lips languidly up his throat and rested at his mouth, his lips opening to mine in a passionate kiss that sent a thrill down my spine and weakened my legs.
"Mm, Saga," he moaned. His arms tightened fiercely around me. The heat within him was palpable; I felt the hunger he was clinging to take command of. There was a pure sensuality radiating from his kiss and his body pressing into mine, threatening to overwhelm; I relented to it, the euphoric rush taking precedence, I moved intuitively, my mind set only in this instant.
His hands brushed my waist, and he lifted me off of my feet. I wrapped my legs around him and he dipped his head low, kissing my breasts through the thin cloth of the delicate gown I had worn. I gasped when his teeth grazed a nipple.
"Chrom." I clutched at him with fevered delight. He reached below my knees, lifting, and carried me to our bed, setting me down softly. I appreciated the plush cushioning of the velvet coverlet beneath my palms. The skirt of my gown had been hefted up to my thighs, leaving flesh exposed to his sight.
He laid over the top of me. He was heavy, exquisitely so. The weight of his toned body crushed me into the sumptuous material of the bed, and contrasted strongly with the material of his breeches, which scratched against my bare legs.
I felt the dense weight of his cock against my thigh, and my breath hitched. He raised his head and looked down into my dark eyes with his own, which dilated and heavy-lidded. "I want you, Saga; I can't believe this is finally happening."
The realization that I was in this moment crashed against me like an ocean wave. I was a woman with a past unknown to even myself, yet now I lay nearly unraveled to this beautiful Ylissean lord. It was all too surreal, but the sensationalism didn't detract from the wonderment.
I was lost in his beguiling gaze, to the ardor that seared between us. The wait for the war to end was now over, and it all seemed like such a long time past to me at this juncture. Longing glazed over his heavy-lidded stare; I threaded my fingers through his the soft strands of his ocean-blue hair and he closed his eyes and sighed.
"I've wanted you for longer than I can remember." He kissed me deeply, his tongue skating along the inside of my lips.
His hand slid down my leg, and back up slide up my gown even further. He brushed the pads of his fingers around my hips and lower, squeezing when he reached my butt.
"Mmm," I sank my nails into the taut muscles of his back and he groaned. His hand skirted up to the inside of my thigh, upward to caress my stomach, stopping to appreciate my breasts, kneading them tenderly. Weak pants escaped my parted lips, flushed red from our passionate kissing.
He pulled the gown over my head, dropping it on the bed beside me; then reached for my fine, lacy undergarments, tossing them to the floor and pressing against the feverish, throbbing sex between my legs.
I gasped his name as he sank one finger into me, pushing gently into the tight space. I shivered in reaction to the sensual invasion. "Please," I swiveled against him eagerly, "don't stop." He withdrew his finger slowly and eased it into me again, moving his thumb over my clit.
I embraced him, silently loving the exquisite torment. "Uh!" He bent his head to my chest, kissing my heated skin while continuing to finger me, pushing deeper into the passage. A coiling tension built in my muscles. Sensing my urgency, he gently pulled out and I helped him shed the rest of his clothes; his thick erection was a tempting sight and I blushed at the thought of him entering me.
"Saga, I–"
"You don't have to say another word, Chrom. I trust you, I'm ready," I comforted him. He nodded, looking a little nervous as he climbed atop me. He gave a slight, sexy smile and laced my neck with kisses.
"Tell me you want this; that you want me, "he whispered into the curve of my throat. The husky desire in his voice made me want him ever more desperately. "Gods, Chrom, I want no one else but you," I murmured breathlessly. With that, he kissed my mouth and carefully guided himself to the slit of my pussy, the flared head resting pointedly between my lust-slicked lips.
"And I you," he replied, need piercing through his dulcet words. He pressed into me, willing himself to move as slowly as possible into the tight space to make sure I could accommodate. I grabbed his buttocks and pushed myself up, letting out a loud gasp as he sunk to the hilt.
He drew in a sharp breath as I did so. With his full length inside of me, he began to move, I held tightly every time he pulled out, inch by inch at an agonizingly slow pace, only to plunge deeper into me, the fullness of the sensation satisfying my every want and driving me to the edge of sanity in the moment. I ground up against him, bucking my hips with his every gliding sink.
I felt the tension building inside of me again, the release developing pressure and building in my muscles. I clutched Chrom's shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as I came in hard, convulsive shudders, my throaty scream echoed in the spacious room. I writhed on him; the spasms causing me to clinch his cock, in response his thrusts were shorter, he closed his eyes as he dug into me one final time, spilling his white hot seed, holding me flush against him as he did so.
We lay breathless a moment, sweating and breathing heavily in one another's arms. "I love you, Saga," he whispered into my mouth and sealed them in with a gentle kiss. I smiled and considered in that moment that Chrom seemed like royalty, despite his typical floundering inelegance. "I love you, Chrom, no matter what, I always will."
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