A big chapter for you guys because I had you wait for too long.! As always your reveiws made my day! Thank you so much , I always rememeber your wonderful words. Because without you this fic wouldn't exist.! Huge credits to my friend Lupineborn who beta this fic and always to my amazing and sweet Zoe for her help to everything.! This chapter contains smut so if this bothers you please stop reading. For the ones who want to read about a passionate and sweet love making , guys this chapter is for you!
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Leopold gets in Regina's bedchambers with a smirk on his face. She flinches only at the sight of him. She is scared, afraid. Doesn't want to do this. But at the same time, she can't find anything to avoid it.
''How is my dear wife?'' he asks in a husky voice as he approaches her and she wants to run away this instant, wants to shut the door behind her and never come back. But she can't. As much as she wants it, she can't.
''Why are you sad, my Queen?'' he smirks and caresses her shoulders. ''It will be a pleasurable night, I assure you.'' She takes a step back, she wants nothing more than to get away from his touch but he grabs her and pushes her on the bed.
''You can't escape from this, my darling,'' he says and lays himself slowly on top of her.
''Please,'' she begs. ''Don't do this.''
Leopold frowns and then laughs. ''You beg me not to have intercourse with my new, young and beautiful wife? You are mistaken Regina.''
Tears are running down her cheeks and she doesn't even try to hold them back.
''Just be a good girl, spread your legs for me and everything is going to be fine,'' he says and attacked instantly to her mouth.
She pushes him back with all the strength she has, but she is tiny and weak, compared to him.
Leopold growls and pins her hands above her head.
''Please stop,'' she cries. ''Don't hurt me.''
''Regina, wake up!'' Robin shouts as he hears her crying in her sleep.
Regina has spasms and she murmurs something he can't quite understand. He touches her temple, his hands full of her sweat, and shakes her gently as he talks again. ''Regina,'' he says again louder, shaking her as gently as he can.
She opens her eyes and raises her hands. ''Please don't hurt me,'' she cries and he frowns.
''No one is going to hurt you, my love,'' he says softly and he caresses her cheeks with his thumbs.
''Robin?'' she breathes when she understands her surroundings.
''It's okay,'' he reassures her, ''It's only me.''
''It was an awful nightmare,'' she says, her voice cracks and tears pick in her eyes.
Robin nods because he knows, understands and asks her if he can hold her because he doesn't want to overwhelm her more than she is.
She says he always can, and never ask her something like this again. And he smiles and takes her in his arms, one of his hands caresses softly her hair and the other makes circles to her back.
She cries there, on his chest, and he doesn't know what to do except from holding her. Hates it that he can't make her forget with one simple word, or move of his hand, or with a simple kiss.
So he just holds her and caresses her until she calms down.
''Do you want to talk about it?'' he asks, though he is sure she will say no. She never talks about this and it's something that bothers him.
But to his surprise, Regina says yes and pulls back to sit on the bed.
''It was about my wedding night,'' she whispers brokenly, avoiding the eye contact, and he doesn't push her, doesn't say anything, gives her space to talk. ''I was eighteen,'' she says and his face cracks because he assumes what happened. What this bastard did to her. He was an old man and she was a child and it kills him, he wasn't there to protect her.
''He forced himself on me,'' her voice is trembling and tears are running from her lashes, which Robin wipes away with his thumbs instantly.
His heart breaks into pieces, watching her like this, knowing what she has been through, without having a person to love her, to protect her, to save her from the miserable life she had then.
''I can still remember him on top of me,'' and by hearing her words, Robin tenses and clenches his fists, grinds his teeth together, he feels his head is about to explode and for the first time wishes she stops talking. ''He was telling me to be quite, but it hurt, Robin, it hurt awfully,'' she cries and Robin's knuckles turn white from his desperation. It's too much for him this time. Too much for his mind to be flashed with images of his Regina being raped by that awful man, whom Robin wants to kill again and again. He didn't deserve to die so easily. Robin could do to him the worst things, the worst torture.
Why is he already dead? Why?
''For how long have you been enduring this?'' he asks when he finally can speak. And she seems to understand that this is pure torture for him because she looks up at him, and his features are full of agony and pain.
''Long enough,'' she answers. ''But this doesn't matter now, it was a long time ago,'' she says in her effort to end the conversation. There isn't anything else to say anyway and she doesn't want him to feel like this because of something that happened thirty years ago.
''I'm so sorry,'' Robin whispers as he circles his arms around her waist and pushes her down on the bed, their legs tagged together, their bodies as close as they can be. ''I'm so sorry you had this kind of life. If you had come to me then... I would have taken you away from this life. I would have made you smile every day and I wouldn't let anyone hurt you,'' his words escape before he can hold them back. His face is buried in the crook of her neck and he breathes her in, kisses her skin softly making her tag her body closer to his, and for a while they just stay like this.
''Robin?''
He looks up at her, his fingers come and gently caress her cheeks, then lean lower to her chin. He makes small circles with his thumb across her jaw and she sighs, locking her gaze with his.
''I want you,'' she whispers, biting her lip without unlocking her gaze from his, as her hands grip his waist tightly, her nails tag into his skin.
''Regina, I don't think...'' he starts protesting but she cuts him off. Her hands explore under his shirt, her nails scratch his flesh in a wonderful sensual way, and he groans and drops his head to her neck, presses kisses onto her skin, feeling his breath growing heavier by every touch of her.
''Please, make me feel good. I miss you, I need you,'' she begs and clutches him tight, grinding her hips into his, and she moans when she feels him already half hard against her.
''Regina, let's wait a few days more,'' he tries again, although his body betrays him because he is almost ready, wants nothing more than to make love to her, to feel her around him, hear her coming apart in his arms.
''I don't want to wait,'' she protests. ''Please, make love to me. Love me,'' she begs as she tags her body completely against his, while her hand now caresses his chest under his shirt and Robin hisses and lets out a long breath.
How is he supposed to say no to her? He has the woman he loves dearly underneath him and she begs him to make love to her with the way she knows he can't say no. It's impossible for him to say no.
He gives up. He can't resist. Slowly, he pushes her on her back as he climbs on top of her, and he captures her mouth for a slow, deep kiss. She moans and smiles, because she knows she won, he can't take it back now, or at least she will do everything in her power to change his mind if he starts saying again that they have to wait. When his mouth reaches lower, his tongue licks all the way down to her back. She arches her back and pushes his head lower, letting him know where she truly wants him to kiss her. Not that he doesn't know it himself.
With slow and steady moves, he removes her nightwear, pressing kisses in every part of her skin he has the chance, his hands travel on her, caress her flesh underneath them, his lips suck her pulse point as her hands try to push his shirt off.
''I want this off,'' she whispers in his mouth sucks his bottom lip and pushes him slightly afterwards. Robin smiles and answers ''as milady wishes.'' He removes his shirt and leans again close to her.
He licks and sucks her flesh on her neck again and goes lower, caresses her jaw with his lips as she moans, tagging her body closer to his hands. One part of him wants to stop this, wants to give her more time, but the other part is dying to have her around him, melting in her hands, which now take his and place them to her bare breasts.
''Touch me, Robin,'' she whispers, again locking her gaze with this. As always, she seems to understand that he is considering stopping this and she doesn't want that. Is it bad that she misses her man and wants after all the time they were apart, to be closer to him?
Robin obeys instantly, starts massaging and squeezing her breasts in his hands, lowering his head and circles his tongue around her nipple, then he sucks it in his mouth, and the sounds that leave her lips make him want to come at the sound of her voice. After he gives the same attention to her other breast, Regina pushes his head lower, her hips moving rhythmically back and front under him, and he smirks as he kisses his way down to her belly, watching her muscles of her stomach rippling and she gaps when his tongue licks right above her inner thigh.
She tangles her hands in his hair, moves her hips closer to his face, as his eyes never leave hers. Then he flicks his tongue around her clit, and then circles it as he holds her legs open, preventing them from closing. Regina whimpers and moans, tangles her hands harder, whispers his name and says ''more, Robin.'' He obeys and licks again, then sucks her bundle of nerves in his mouth, groaning at the feel of her. One finger is inside her, hooked in her wet floods and he murmurs something of how good she feels, of how he missed her. His finger starts a steady rhythm in and out, up and down, teasing her. Then he adds a second finger as he wants to please her, wants to make her feel good, wants to give her more than he wants to take because he loves her, curses himself he wasn't there when she needed him.
Two fingers are inside her, thrusting in and out as he takes her clit into his mouth and sucks it, then flicks his tongue around it and sucks it again and he feels her clenching around his fingers, her muscles tightening and releasing as she reaches her peak, squirming and writhing in front of him, and he whispers words of encouragement and love, says how beautiful she is, how he loves her. ''Let go for me, sweetheart,'' he murmurs as he moves his fingers harder, hitting the most sensitive spot inside her. He brings her over the edge, feeds her orgasm until she calms down underneath him. He presses one last kiss between her legs and kisses slowly all his way up until he finds her mouth and captures it for a long, deep kiss.
''Felt good?'' he asks before he bites her earlobe.
''Amazing,'' she answers and kisses him, her legs locking around his waist but he stops them.
''Regina,'' he is about to protest, she knows that but before he can say another word, she slides her hands inside his boxers, says that she needs to feel him inside her now that he is here, wants to make love with the man she loves, reassures him that he isn't doing anything wrong. And he gives up again, sits on the bed and removes his underwear, climbs on top of her again. He is kissing her, licks her bottom lip as she opens her mouth and their tongues rub each other's.
She is grinding her hips to his, his cock rubs against her sex causing Robin to groan at the feeling of her. ''Take me Robin,'' she breathes against his mouth and tags him closer and he can do nothing more but obey instantly. He positions himself at her entrance and gently pushes himself inside her, his eyes never leaving hers, as he penetrates her. Their mouths are hanging open, their lips touch each other's but they don't kiss. When he is fully inside her, Robin groans and buries his head in the crook of her neck, breathes her in, kisses her skin, murmurs how good she feels, how he wants her so badly and she shivers at the sound of his voice and locks her legs around his waist and she takes him deeper.
He gives her time to adjust to him, they hadn't make love since months and the feeling of her being warm, wet and tight around him, has him squeezing his eyes shut, fighting the urge to come right this second. Regina rolls her hips first, letting him now that it's okay, he can move, he can finally make love to her.
He starts with slow, gently but deep thrusts, doesn't miss the chance to kiss her lips, her cheeks, her neck, his hands don't stop wandering in every part they can reach. Regina cries out when he finds the spot inside her, her sensitive one. He takes advantage of that, pushing and pushing there. She whispers ''right there,'' encouraging him, tagging her nails tighter to his flesh and Robin holds back, holds so much back because he wants to be gentle, he wants to get her there once more. He murmurs ''my sweet, my darling,'' all the time, he caresses her cheeks and her hair but she wants more.
''Harder, Robin,'' she begs, moving her hips with his, meeting his thrusts, but Robin doesn't obey. He stays in his rhythm, slow and gentle, because he doesn't want to be rough with her tonight. He won't feel good with himself if he takes her how he wants to.
''Please… I need...'' she whispers but before she can finish, Robin shushes her with his mouth.
His fingers are nipping her nipples, his thrusts remain slow but deep, hitting her clit every time, which makes her squirm with every thrust.
Robin leans both of his hands to her face and cups her cheeks. ''You are so beautiful,'' he whispers breathlessly and locks her gaze with his. ''I love you so much.''
''I love you too,'' she says and he sees her eyes watering, sees her holding back her tears and his eyes widen. He attempts to stop but Regina tightens her legs around his waist.
''Don't stop, my love. It feels so wonderful, you feel so good,'' she reassures him and he knows she isn't lying, he can see it in her eyes.'' I've missed you much, I've missed having you with me, in me,'' she confesses. ''I thought I would never have this again.''
''Shhh, don't think right now, my love,'' he says, running his hands through her hair. ''Just feel…''
He surprises her and with one swift move, Robin sits on the bed and Regina is on him, their bodies still connected and he tells her to lead the way, tells her she is in charge.
Regina smiles and grabs his shoulders as she kisses him, and starts moving up and down on him. She moves up all the way until only the tip of his member is inside her, and then sinks down again with force. ''God, Robin,'' she breathes and does this again. Robin holds her hips, helping her move however she wants too. This position allows him to have full access to her breasts and he takes advantage of this, he takes one breast in his mouth and sucks it, and she whimpers, squirms and moves harder, faster, like she wants too, like she needs to.
He doesn't stop her, just guides her up and down, back and front, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he hold back, as he waits for her to reach her peak first. Regina moves a little harder, crying out with every thrust and from the sound of her voice he knows she is close. His one hand moves between their bodies and rubs quick circles on her clit. He knows her body well, knows which parts of her body are sensitive, knows that when she is almost there, she needs him to talk to her, and needs to hear his voice, his encouragements.
Regina feels her orgasm building up, feels her body ready to explode as his fingers work their magic on her most sensitive spot and she moves a little faster, tags her nails on the back of his neck and cries out loud, then holds back because she was too loud.
''Don't hold back, we are alone. Let me hear you, my sweetie,'' Robin manages to tell her. ''Take what you need, my love.''
She cries out loud then, because his voice does things to her and Robin vibrates his fingers on her clit harder. He murmurs ''there she is,'' as he feels her coming around him, muscles tightening and releasing, throbbing against his cock, as quiet screams escape her lips and she throws her head back and moves harder, giving him the chance to suck her neck, lick her flesh as she is crying out his name Her hips are bucking out of rhythm and he doesn't know if she is still coming, or coming again because she doesn't stop crying out, doesn't stop her rhythm. She murmurs for him to let go, to stop holding back, says that she wants to feel all of him. She says he is hers, only hers, and locks her arms around his neck and pulls her chest against his, their foreheads touching. ''Look at me,'' she says she forces him to obey, then concentrates on him, he moves his hips up and down once, twice, and comes with her name on his lips.
They fall back to bed, with him still inside her, and she smiles and plants a soft kiss to his lips. When he attempts to slide out of her, Regina locks her legs around his waist, asks him to stay like this with her a little longer, and he supports himself on his elbows as he kisses her once more.
''I think this was our best time,'' she says smiling as her breathing recover slowly.
''Well excuse me, but I think that I am always a good lover,'' he teases her with a smirk.
''Oh really?'' she raises an eyebrow.
''I think I have proved that to you a thousand times,'' he says smugly.
''Shush, '' she murmurs and kisses the smugness on his face. Robin laughs and slides out of her, they are both bathed in sweat but satisfied, with smiles on their face. If he knew she would smile like this, that elusive and bright smile of hers that he adores and loves to see on her face, he would have done this sooner.
''Will you bathe me tonight?'' she asks in a husky voice and he groans slightly with a smile, and answers ''with pleasure, milady.''
He hooks his hand under her knees, with the other one he holds her back and carries her to the bathroom as she giggles and teases him. ''So eager.''
''Always there to please my Queen,'' he teases back as he places her in the bathtub and slides behind her.
They don't sleep until is very late, but neither of them care. And if he is to see her like this, giggling, smiling and laughing with him, he is more than happy to bathe her every moment of every day!