She racked her nails down his bare back as her eyes shut from the feeling of the overpowering pleasure. She loved it when he was like this, when he was out of control and rutted into her like there was no tomorrow. The aftermath made her a teensy bit sore but she loved it that way because every time she would move the ache between her thighs would cause her to shiver as she remembered just how amazing he fucked her.
Her hands continued to dig into his shoulders, breaking his skin while she tried to use her mouth to leave marks on his neck (that was if she wasn't gasping and moaning out loud).
She often left marks over his body; scratches, teeth bites and bruises she made from sucking on his skin for too long. She wanted to make sure that if he was fucking somebody else they would see that he had already been with her, that she had already had him inside of her first.
The feeling of his thick cock hitting the hilt of her is what sometimes made her lose focus on covering his body with her evidence, but oh well, she certainly wasn't going to complain.
Regina's toes curled and her legs that were around Robin (one on his hip and the other bent over his shoulder) stiffened as she felt that coil inside her tighten to the max, she was about to cum soon.
"Are you going to finish s-soon? Cause I don't think I'll - fuck - last much l-longer." Robin stuttered out moments before he jerked his hips into Regina and spilled his seed. She followed very shortly afterwards, his climax setting off her own.
Regina relaxed her muscles as she caught her breath, four orgasm's later and she was a pile of mush, however, that didn't stop her from pushing at Robin's chest, sending him rolling onto the other side of the bed.
"You can go now," she rasped out, her throat dry from all the moaning and groaning she had been doing. She swung her legs over her bed and picked up Robin's tunic that had been discarded on the floor hours ago and put it on over her naked body.
By the time Regina had slipped Robin's tunic on he was already in his trousers. They had been fucking for almost a month now and he knew he always had to leave once they had finished in the bed, or wherever they decided to sex.
"You have my shirt on," Robin pointed out, making Regina roll her eyes, of course she knew she had it on, she was the one who put it on herself.
"You can walk home shirtless," she told him, laying back down on her bed.
Robin furrowed his brow. "What...? Why?" he questioned.
"The fresh air will cool you down faster, and also give those marks a chance to breath." She gave him a wink as a low chuckle came out her mouth.
Robin's eyebrows piqued in shock. "I can't go out there and let everybody in the village see them, they'll think you've attacked me or something."
A smirk placed on her lips. "Trust me, they won't think they're attack marks, certainly not when your donning bite marks and hickey's too."
"God Regina, really?" A frustrated groan tumbled from him and he rushed to her mirror and saw the marks all over his chest, neck and back. "My mother will see these."
"You're a big boy now, surely she must have an inkling to why you're always out late at night nowadays." She chuckled wickedly.
Robin let out a huff. "She knows there's someone. But she doesn't know that I'm having sex with her. She thinks I'm out late meeting one of the village girls, they're nothing like you."
Regina sat up on the bed and raised an eyebrow at him. "And what's that supposed to mean?!" Her words came out bitter and she could tell that they had caught him off guard.
"N-nothing." He shook his head. "I didn't mean... I just meant that—"
"That I'm not a pure innocent virgin like them, hmm?! That I'm tainted?! That I'm just some whore who likes spreading her legs?" She spat out, jumping off her bed and taking off his shirt, throwing it at him as she growled 'You can have your fucking shirt back' and then put on her own nightgown.
"Regina don't be like that. I wasn't going to say that. I didn't even think that at all." Robin started to walk up to her.
"Don't!" she barked, her hand shooting out to tell him to stay where he was and to not come closer to her. "Don't you dare tell me what to fucking do and not do! You don't own me! We're not married, you're just a good fuck!"
"I'm not trying to own you!" Robin said, anger clear in his voice. "You're taking everything out of proportion! You're thinking ahead of yourself like you always bloody do!"
Regina stared at him with fire in her eyes, she felt the magic flaring at her fingers, itching to be used against him (but something was stopping her though, only she didn't know what). "Get out! And don't you dare come back! You hear me!"
Robin scoffed. "You're acting like a child! I know you Regina, and I know that in a few days you'll be sending for me. You'll be desperate to have me inside you again, desperate to have that release that makes you call out my name. Ohhhh Robinnnn," he moaned out the last part, mimicking what Regina was like in bed.
"Get out you bastard," she screamed, pushing at his chest. "Get the fuck out of my house!"
"Gladly," he spat. "I was a dumb prick for ever deciding to come back."
Regina watched as he left her little cottage, slamming the door on his way out. Hot tears ran down her cheeks as she let out a deafening scream, swiping everything that was on her kitchen table off, sending it all flying to the ground where it smashed into pieces, not caring that the whole village may be able to hear her.
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