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The rain beat down on David's head and shoulders, soaking his cloak to the point it felt almost as heavy as his heart. He made his way down the same path that his daughter and her horse had nearly a month ago, not even sure what he was looking for. The woods beckoned him, his soul desperately seeking solace from the quiet chaos of his home. The home where he'd once been so content. Regina was still not in his arms and it was breaking him.
His horse leisurely took the curves of the beaten path, knowing it by heart at how many times he and Emma had ridden the trail together. The last time he'd traveled it he'd found her at the end, unconscious and bleeding, her lame horse found just a few yards away. They had ended up having to put down the mare with it's broken leg, for it was a wound that wasn't going to heal and left it permanently maimed. He shook his head at the thought of how senseless it all was. If only he'd been more understanding with Emma, none of this would've happened.
Regina was spending all of her time with Cora and when he did see her she almost looked scared of him. It broke his heart to see that distant and fearful look in her eyes, made him walk the other way and lose all of the courage he had to talk to her. Emma was struggling with it too, often coming to David upset at the way Regina had dismissed her and he would have to console her, would have to promise that she didn't mean it. But he knew how it felt to be disregarded by someone they loved so much, whether Regina remembered them or not. He knew that pain.
His stomach churned as his horse reached the point of the trail where they'd found Emma that fateful night, pulling the reins gently to halt it. He swung his leg over to dismount, wrapping the reins loosely around a limb before he made his way over to the area. He stared at the sodden ground, recalling the pale skin and limp body that he'd clutched to his chest in fear that his only child was dead. He recalled the way she'd suddenly started to look alive, color flooding back in her cheeks and head wound ceasing bleeding.
He recalled the way he had turned to alert his wife of the miracle as well, only to find she'd inherited that sickly pale shade, blood trickling down from her hairline and nose as she strained with the force of healing magic. She'd tensed so hard she'd caused her own nose to bleed. All to save his daughter, to make sure he'd never have to go through another loss. He'd never be able to repay her for such a selfless act. Maybe he'd never get the chance.
Maybe she would never remember him or the love they shared, but he knew he could not hold that against her. He could not grow resentful of her or the way she clung to her mother, for she did not know any better. Cora and Henry were the only people that were familiar to her in the kingdom. As much as he wanted to run to her and beg her to remember, he wouldn't. He'd never do anything that would frighten or upset her, not after what she'd done for he and Emma.
He let out a deep breath as he sank to his knees in the path before rocking back on his haunches, leaning against a tree near the edge of the trail. His eyes scanned the wooded area as he let his head rest against the bark behind him. The groundskeepers had done a fine job of keeping the paths of the castle's forest grounds clear for riding and hunting. It made his experienced daughter being thrown from a horse that was used to this trail even more of a puzzling accident when he considered that factor.
His heart began to thump in his chest as he quickly scanned the path again, recalling the ride here and realizing that there'd been no rocks or tree limbs in the way that would have tripped the horse. The path was even and well tended to, no holes or slippage that would've caught Emma's mare off guard. He hadn't considered the circumstances surrounding it until now, for he had been too distraught over his wife and her well being to see what had been right in front of him.
Emma claimed she did not remember the fall or what had happened that stormy night, but at the time they'd just considered it a side effect of hitting her head. People often times forgot details after experiencing something tragic. It was nothing that would've made anyone question the circumstances based on that piece of evidence alone. But when you put it all together.
Cora. The woman who came to her daughter's rescue had been itching for a moment to worm her way back into control of Regina. David forbade it when he sent his knights to invite Henry for a visit and he knew his mother-in-law had been furious. When Regina had gotten hurt, though, he did not feel he could deny her the right to see Regina, for they did not know what her fate held. So she'd practically moved in, hovering over his wife and keeping her safe guarded from the rest of them.
He'd kept his distance for the sheer heartbreak of her not knowing him and how upset she'd gotten when she woke to find him in her bed. The look of disgust in her eyes was not something he wanted to see again. Besides, Cora had made it a point to warn everyone that Regina was highly emotional and to avoid bombarding her, for she feared that it would only aggravate whatever head injury she'd experienced. They'd listened, but David was beginning to wonder if they should have.
Regina made her way down the main floor of the castle quietly, peeking in the rooms as she went past. It was the only layer of the castle she had not thoroughly adventured yet and she wanted to know what all it held. On the rare occasion she'd been down here she'd only been in the dining hall and in the main foyer before her mother had whisked her back to her quarters. Luckily today she'd found a rare moment away from Cora's watchful eye to get to know more about her surroundings and life here at the palace.
It was a beautiful castle, she couldn't deny that much. There were certain decorative accents that she found touching and she wondered if she had anything to do with them. Her favorite flowers filled wall vases in the halls, the table linens adorned by her favorite colors and trimming style. Had she been at home here? It certainly seemed like she'd added her touch to the place, but then again, perhaps his former wife had merely had similar tastes.
The staff seemed to all be downstairs, for she noticed they became scarcer in the afternoon hours, which was precisely why she'd chosen this time to do her exploring. She hated the way the maids stared at her and whispered. They made her feel like a wild animal in a cage on display for a village full of strangers. Some of them snickered as she passed, making her want to stay holed away in her chamber to avoid it.
She heard voices as she approached the main foyer, causing her to stick closer to the shadows of the inner hallway. One voice sounded familiar to her and she slipped closer to the corner, peering out to see who she may have to awkwardly encounter. The matronly woman who seemed to run the household was talking to a young, heavily pregnant blonde where they sat in the receiving chairs. The fair haired girl looked to be a royal, dressed in expensive fabrics and sitting with the poise of a lifetime in the spotlight.
"Thomas said there was no change in her condition, but I wanted to come with him anyways when he said he had business to attend to with David," the blonde spoke with a sad smile gracing her lips and the older woman returned it, reaching out to put a hand over the royal's gloved one. "I miss her."
"We all do," the gray haired woman agreed, "..especially the King. I've not seen him so distraught since he lost his first wife. Maybe even more so than he was then."
"Thomas said he is relying on the drink heavily..."
"And refusing to eat. I'm worried about him and the Princess. The look on their faces when they see her breaks my heart, but not more than the look on the Queen's..."
Regina swallowed hard as she strained to listen to their soft voices, heart thumping louder in her chest when she realized they were talking about her. They did not know of her presence and had no reason to lie or perpetuate a story. She even remembered the same young woman coming a few weeks ago, but her mother had refused her access to Regina's chamber. They must have been friends of some sort.
"Is she still as confused and scared as she was?"
The older woman paused, a troubled look adorning her wrinkled features, "She just looks...lost. The girl has been through so much in her young life and now this...when she and the King were so happy, as well."
"David, has he still not tried to speak with her?" The young expectant mother inquired with a gentle shake of her head.
"No, not more than a few awkward words here and there when they bump into each other," she sighed, "He says he fears he will upset her and that he could not stand to have her look at him like she feared him again. He's much too heartsick."
"I wish I knew what the answer was."
"Me too, child. Me too."
Regina sank back into the shadows before making light steps down the hall for the back staircase. Her stomach swirled with anxiety, doubt gnawing at her insides. There was more to her life here than what her mother had been telling her, that much was for sure. In the past week she'd explored the castle, read through notes in her spell-books in the tower, found messages that her husband had left her, overheard conversations of people who had known her. It all seemed to circle back to the idea that she'd been happy with King David.
Her gut told her that she should doubt her mother, as did her history with her. She'd watched Cora scheme for as long as she could remember. But when she'd woken up to find the King in her bed she'd been too troubled and frightened to second guess her. The love and affection her mother had shown her in the past month was more than she'd received from her in a lifetime and it was hard to turn it away. She'd yearned for it for so long that she let it blind her to the truth. Her mother was lying to her.
She bounded up the staircase to the floor of her bed chamber, navigating her way down the empty hall. When she peered in her mother's chamber across from her own she witnessed Cora there, still napping in the large bed she'd made herself overly comfortable in. Her nerves got the best of her and she decided that she'd wait until later to confront her before she slipped across the hall to her own room.
"Where is she?" David frowned deeply at Cora when she swung open Regina's bed chamber door. He reeked of ale, his cheeks a little flushed and his eyes glossy, letting her know instantly he'd overindulged at dinner. It seemed to be a habit of his, for she'd observed him staggering down his wing of the castle on multiple occasions. She frowned and stepped outside of Regina's room, closing the door behind her so her daughter would not be made aware of their visitor.
"She's taking a bath," She steeled up at the man before her, swaying on his feet but a determined look remaining on his face. He'd listened to her for the most part, keeping his distance as not to upset Regina anymore than necessary. "Why are you here?"
"I want to see my wife," He nodded once, squaring his shoulders at his mother-in-law. The woman was glaring at him, keeping herself between he and the room he used to share with her daughter. Cora was up to something, that much he'd concluded over the past couple of weeks. She was over-protective of her daughter, kept her away from him and isolated from the rest of them. His realization in the forest earlier that morning had haunted him all day, becoming clearer with every waking moment.
"Your wife thinks of you as a stranger," Cora raised a brow up at him, eyes scanning over his form disgustedly, "Besides, I won't let you speak to her in the state you're in."
"I'm fine," He grew frustrated, giving a quick shake of his head that almost made him lose his balance for a moment, "Damn it, Cora. I know you only paid us that one visit, but that was before we really knew each other. Things are different now, I love her," He looked down at the woman adamantly. Would she even care that he loved Regina?
"Oh, and I'm supposed to take your word for that while my poor daughter remains clueless as to who you are?" She crossed her arms, eyes narrowing at the King. He was a big man, but he didn't scare her, even with his current anger, for he did not seem the type to act on it. It surprised her considering her history with royals, knowing they were often quick tempered and violent when they didn't get their way. "You kept me away from her, my own daughter. How am I to know how you've treated her in my absence?!"
David grew more angry with each passing moment at the miserable excuse for a mother that stood before him, spouting off with her hypocrisy. He didn't know which was her true motive; love for her daughter or love of control. Regardless, if she loved Regina, then she'd do the right then once she understood that they really did love each other. Wouldn't she? "She told me how you are, she told me all of the stories. You mistreated and abused her. You made her feel like she wasn't good enough her entire life. You are a terrible mother, and now that you've lost control over her, you jumped at the first opportunity to have her under your thumb once again."
"How dare you?!" Cora hissed and he could tell, even in his drunken haze, that he'd touched a nerve. "I never should've made her marry a King, especially one as controlling as not letting her own mother around her. Why should I believe that you care for her at all?! Maybe you're the one who is missing the control."
"Ask your husband," he spat back at her with a heated glare, "Ask the coward who won't stand up to you what he's witnessed during his time here. I'm not him and you're not going to keep me from my wife any longer," He was in her face now, not caring anymore that she was a woman. She was vile and did not deserve the respect it came with, especially while using her daughter for her own gain. He'd promised Regina he would not let her mother hurt her and he'd meant it. Cora caring for her had surpassed a mother's love and turned into yet another prison for Regina. One she didn't even know she was in.
"Henry is a fool," She clenched her jaw, meeting his gaze and seeing the desperation there. He was thinner than he had been, looked tired around the eyes in a way that she hadn't recalled he looked before. Did he actually love her daughter? Had Regina come to be with him willingly? "He is easily influenced and I'm sure you're a master at putting up a nice front for him."
"What is going on?" Regina's voice caused both of their heads to snap towards the door when it cracked and her face came into view. David's heart stopped at the confusion on her features, wanting so badly to pull her into his arms and hug her. He could tell she was fully dressed and her hair was entirely dry, proving Cora had only been trying to get him away from her chamber with the excuse of her bath.
"Regina," He spoke before he even knew what was going to come out of his mouth, seeing Cora's eyes fill with rage, "You can't trust her. We were happy. I don't know what she's told you, but we really were. You know how controlling she is-"
"That is enough! Can't you see you're frightening her?!" Cora snapped, placing a hand on his chest and making him take a step back from the door, but his eyes never left Regina's. He saw the struggle there, the confusion and the fear. She didn't know who to believe and it was entirely understandable.
"Did she tell you how we found Emma, what had happened to her?" He spoke quickly, knowing Cora had magic and not knowing how long she'd allow him to continue speaking the truth to her daughter, "Regina we found Emma had been thrown from her horse...A horse we found with a broken front leg. The same horse that Emma always takes down that path, one it would've had memorized. A path that had no tree limbs or rocks in the way of it for the horse to lose it's footing on," He stared at Regina pleadingly for her to understand. She'd told him the story of her mother teaching her a lesson for sneaking out on a night ride once by breaking her childhood horses' leg.
"Your Majesty," Her mother grit through her teeth, giving him a warning glare. He glanced at her before looking back to his wife who stared at them both contemplatively. The information was enough to get her wheels turning, he could tell that much.
"I think she had something to do with Emma being thrown, Regina. She no longer had control over you so she set it all up," David swallowed hard, seeing the pain that immediately flickered in Regina's face with the knowledge that her mother had not changed.
"Enough!" Cora snapped and David felt a bolt of energy leave her hand that was on his chest, the force sending him flying back into the wall.
"Mother!" Regina shrieked, stepping from behind the door and into the hall, making a run for the King who slumped against the stone in a momentary lack of consciousness.
"Regina," Her mother's eyes were desperate as she grabbed her arm and made her turn to her, preventing her from approaching him, "I was only trying to help you, you must understand. I thought he was controlling you, I-" She bit her bottom lip, "I thought you'd be happier if you didn't remember what you've been through the past year."
"You did this?" Her brows furrowed, tears welling in her eyes with her mother's admittance of guilt. She had a feeling her mother had been up to something, but she hadn't expected her to admit it so freely.
"I failed you," Cora admitted, glancing towards the King who gasped for breath after it had been knocked from his chest, "I projected my own life and ambition onto you...I took away your first true love. I've been hard on you but...I wanted you to be prepared for what the world can do. I pushed this marriage on you and when I was kept away I began to worry because I was no longer in control of what happened to you...but I'm starting to think I was wrong about your life here," She swallowed hard, bringing a hand up to cup the side of Regina's face, "There's only one way to find out."
Tears rolled down the Queen's cheeks as she stared at her mother, emotions bubbling to the surface and mind racing. She felt the warmth of her mother's magic radiate against the side of her skull before a bright light flashed in her vision and she gasped, memories flooding back to her as her eyes slowly began to focus again. The King came into view, eyes wide as he scrambled to get himself up from the floor.
"Regina, Regina," He repeated her name, his face fuzzy in her line of sight before finally becoming clear when he closed the space between them, "Can you remember? Do you-"
"David," She gasped with the flood of familiarity and relief, fresh tears spilling as she practically jumped on him. Her arms clung around his neck as his own came around her waist and lifted her from the floor into a tight hug, "I do. I remember everything," She half laughed, half cried as she pressed her face into his neck, inhaling his sent.
"I've missed you so much, it's made me crazy," He closed his eyes, holding her in his arms in a suffocating embrace, "Don't ever leave me again. Damn it, Regina, don't you ever. You hear me?" His voice was hoarse as he spoke into her hair and felt her tears against his neck.
Cora stood back, swallowing the knot that formed in her throat at the sight of them. Her daughter was an entirely different person to the girl she'd left here months ago. She was a woman now, a woman clearly in love with her husband. She'd been wrong about him, he truly did care for her. He wasn't the monster in Regina's life, she was.
No matter what she did when it came to her children, she'd never gotten it right. Making the tough decisions hadn't seemed as monstrous as it did now when she thought it was the right thing for Regina, but she'd begun to see the ways it had hurt her. Her own thirst for power and control had driven her to do to her own flesh and blood worse things than strangers ever could. She didn't need to protect Regina from the world, she needed to protect her from herself.
David lifted his head up as he set Regina back down on her feet, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat before remembering Cora's presence. He glanced at her, saw the conflicted and haunted look on her face, but he remained silent. It wasn't his decision to make when it came to Regina's mother, so he looked back at his wife for guidance.
Regina turned around to face the woman who had been her oppressor for years, her husband's presence behind her silently giving her strength. She wasn't going to cower to her mother anymore and she wasn't about to have her husband do her dirty work. This was her fight. "Mother, I think it's time you leave." Her voice came out surprisingly firm and strong, completely contradictory to what she felt on the inside. She saw Cora work through a bevvy of emotions at her proclamation, but for once she did not disagree with her.
"I am sorry I could not do better for you, Regina," Cora gave her a slow nod, a defeated expression on her face, "Goodbye, my daughter."
"I'm so proud of you," David whispered, putting a hand on Regina's shoulder and squeezing it gently when her mother vanished in a cloud of smoke, an air of finality lingering in the hall afterwards. It surprised him how gracefully the woman had bowed out but he had recognized the expression on her face. He'd seen it multiple times in battle, from men facing their last moments and coming to terms with the decisions they'd made in their lifetime.
Regina turned to him then, tears rolling down her cheeks as she practically dove into his arms. She pressed her head against his chest, wrapped her arms around his waist and felt his own come around her. She sank into him seeking comfort, but something was off in him. She could feel he was holding back and it made a sense of dread creep up inside of her and her mind begin to race. Could he not forgive her for her distance? Had she hurt him too badly?
"David?" She lifted her head and saw his troubled eyes looking back at her, "...What...what's wrong?" She stuttered on the words, felt her stomach lurch at the idea of him being cross with her. Him being distant with her was too much for her to handle in addition to losing her mother and regaining her memories. Too much had happened for their relationship to be rocky. She could not handle that.
"I think...we should talk...I-" David suppressed his the anguish and guilt gripping him, taking a moment to swallow hard as his gaze flickered to the floor, "I have something I need to say to you," He glanced around the hall before looking back at her, giving a nod towards their bed chamber.
Her blood ran cold as he took her hand and led her in, shutting the door behind them before leading her over towards the bed, "You're worrying me, David," She frowned when she tucked one leg under her and sat down, watching him take a seat on the edge nearly two feet away. Like they were strangers.
"I don't mean to, I just need to get something off of my chest," He gazed at her more seriously now and saw the way she dipped her head towards her lap like she did during vulnerable moments when she expected something bad to happen, "Sweetheart, it's nothing you've done. I'm apologizing to you."
"You what?" Her head snapped up then, lips parted in surprise as she searched his expression for an explanation.
"I can't pretend like I wasn't the one to blame for all of this. I was harsh with Emma and caused her to run away, giving your mother the opportunity to get between us. I let her keep you away from me and everyone who loves you for a month because I was too heartbroken to stop feeling sorry for myself and do something about it," He swallowed hard, keeping his eyes glued to hers as his own welled with unshed tears, "I snapped at you when I thought Emma was dead, I made you feel like you didn't mean as much to me. Which couldn't be further from the truth. I love you so much, Regina. I don't deserve you. Can you ever forgive me?"
Regina's heart threatened to overflow with emotion as she stared back at him. Her big, strong husband nearly weeping with regret as he apologized to her and claimed he didn't deserve her. Her entire life had consisted of being told she wasn't enough for anyone, that she could not be loved or cherished because she was not worthy of such things. But the man who ruled an entire realm and held the most esteemed position in all the land sat before her, a heartbroken mess, begging for her forgiveness like she was the most important thing in his life.
"There's nothing to forgive, David-" She began but he cut her off.
"Don't do that," He smiled weakly, reaching out into the space between them with his palm up in request for her own hand, "Don't belittle what I did to you. Don't make excuses for me like you would your mother or people that hurt you in the past. I'm your husband, I'm the one who should never be that way with you, especially knowing your past. I was wrong, and I'm asking for your forgiveness."
A sob crept up in her throat, threatening her ability to reply, "I...f-forgive you," She gave a quick nod as she pressed her lips together and looked at him through watery eyes. "Now will you just hold me?" She asked in a small voice with a weak smile and a gentle shrug of her shoulders.
"Gods," He muttered in adoration and scooted towards her, pulling her into his embrace quickly and burying his face into her hair, "I have wanted so badly to hold you. I thought you may never come back to me, I-" he shook his head slightly and held her tighter, hearing her let out a small sob into his neck, "You scared me so. I thought I may never hold you again."
Regina lifted her head and gazed at him for a long moment, imprinting the love reflected in his eyes into her memory before pressing her lips to his in a deep kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she brought herself onto his lap, needing to be as close to him as she possibly could. He responded to the kiss with ferver and evidently felt the same need to be close to her, his arms encasing her narrow waist.
David kissed and kissed and kissed her, tasting the salt of her tears on her lips, surely mixed with a few of his own that had escaped him. He ran a hand into the back of her hair, threading his fingers through the locks he'd ached to touch for a month now as he held her face to his. She straddled his lap, his free arm keeping her torso snugly to his when he dipped his tongue into her mouth and they both sighed at the feeling. He missed the way her mouth tasted, the way her lips felt against his own, the sound she made when he scratched his fingers lightly over her scalp like he did now.
Her dress prevented her from the closeness they both desired, he could tell by the way she squirmed and shifted on his lap, so he rolled her onto her back. She moaned into his mouth when he kissed her hungrily and hovered over her, hand running down her side to grip her dress and begin pulling it up her soft legs. His hand worked it's way underneath when he'd hiked it up her thighs, finding her small clothes and rubbing his fingers over her sex through the thin silk.
"Mmm," She sighed into his mouth, hot breath hitting his lips as she spread her legs wider. Her hands found his hair, gripping the back of it and holding his mouth to hers as she kissed him harder, desperately, moaning against his tongue when his fingers rubbed through the material harder.
He heard her whimper his name, knowing it was her request for more and he obliged, quickly pulling the material down her thighs and legs before pushing her dress up around her waist. Still on his knees, his instinct was to bring her pleasure first, but he found her pushing herself to sit up and draw her dress up over her head in an attempt to be fully bare. His hands came to assist gladly, pulling the heavy material from her and leaving her in only her corset.
"Damn thing," He muttered with a hoarse breath and they both laughed softly as he reached around her waist to start untying the back of it.
Their faces were only inches apart as he worked at removing the item of clothing and she smiled warmly at him, making his heart beat faster. Her own hands came up to untie his own and pull it from his breeches, working it up over his abs before slipping her hands underneath the cotton. He groaned as her fingers explored the skin of his sides and back as she leaned in and began to kiss at his neck, making it harder for him to concentrate on the difficult corset keeping the rest of her hidden from him.
"Finally," He groaned when the material parted and he threw it off the side of the bed, watching her fall back down against the bed with a satisfied smile, beautiful freed breasts coming into his view. Her eyes watched him as he took the moment to pull his shirt over his head and discard it before working on getting his pants off. He stole a glance up at her, propped up on her elbows and drinking in the sight of his body, causing him to grin and revel in the moment when he kicked his breeches off and saw her bite her lip at his freed member.
"Come here," She practically growled and it was a heavenly sound to his ears, considering how far she'd come in being comfortable with her own sexuality. Her hands gripped the back of his neck and she pulled him down to her, his arms bending and elbows pressing into the mattress on each side of her. He groaned when his cock slipped against her slick folds and she curled her hips up to him anxiously.
David wasted no time in sinking into her, making them both moan loudly at the feeling of their bodies becoming one. His lips found her neck and one of his hands moved to cup her breast and she let her head fall back, realizing how long it had been since she felt the sensation of her husband ontop of her, driving her into the mattress. She clamped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pushing her hips up to meet each thrust.
"I hope you're prepared, I've got a month of wanting you built up inside of me," He groaned into her skin, teasing and tugging at her nipple with his fingers as he nipped and kissed at her skin. His cock was throbbing already and she felt gloriously tight after a month of not being inside of her, spurning him to push deeper and harder, especially with the way she was meeting his movements.
"You better had," Her tone was laced with a bit of possessiveness in her reply, fingernails scraping over his shoulders and up over his neck, one hand tugging on his hair and the other sliding down his back as he drove into her. There was a deep burning already growing within her, her body's reaction to his ministrations that making her easy for him, turning her into a blabbering fool. "Harder, please David, like that, mmm-oh!"
David groaned loudly into her neck as he lifted her head, wanting to watch her expressions. Seeing her lips part and her eyes clamp shut as her orgasm approached was something he'd never tire of and he was thankful she was close already, for he would not last long after a month of being denied her. Evidently her body has missed him too, for it began to squirm and jerk underneath him when he slipped the hand from her breast under her lower back and down to her ass. He spread his hand wide, let his middle finger slip between the rounded mounds and apply a bit of pressure as he pushed her hips up to his from behind, effectively opening her more to him.
"David!" She gasped loudly, back arching from the bed when he started to rut deeply into her once he'd found her spot again, "Oh god," She whined, knees drawn up against his sides and her hands sliding down to grip his ass, fingers digging into his flesh and pulling him deeper, making him grunt with determination not to cum before she did.
"Fuck, yes," He mumbled, putting more weight on the elbow that held him up, allowing him to press his other hand against her ass more firmly and his middle finger to apply more pressure, "Regina!" He groaned loudly when she clamped on him with a yelp and came violently, causing him to spill inside of her nearly within the same second. Her hips jerked and writhed underneath him and she let out a string of sounds that told him it was just as intense as it was for him before his strength left him and he half collapsed on her.
She grunted with his body weight, though it wasn't unbearable after the high her body experienced. A dizzy smile graced her features as she stared at the ceiling, fingers grazing his scalp as his face rested in her neck, "If you've got a month worth of that in you, I'm not complaining."