AN : This happens right after the end of the other. Hope you'll enjoy.

WARNING : This chapter contains adult contents and is rated M. If it's not your thing, do not read. You can always take back with the reading with the next chapter. Just take note that our beloved couple has made love.

Disclaimer : I don't own « Reign », no plagiarism is intended and I don't make profit of this story.

Chapter 29

/Throwback/

"Make me yours again." She whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek.

All of a sudden, she was being gently backed against the wall while he dropped loving kisses all over the tender skin of her neck.

Now that he has been reassured by his loving wife, there was no more stopping Henry, he needed her more than his next breath. And he would be gentle and not rush her, he promised that to himself.

Soon enough, his lips found hers again. They kissed passionately, letting their hands roam over the other's body while undressing each other.

Henry rediscovered all her perfect curves. Her breast that had gained fullness during the previous months but still fitted as perfectly as before in his hands. Her waist that was not as thin as usual due to her ever growing bump. Her belly so perfectly round and so well-proportioned for her body. Not that is opinion was biased but even while being completely objective, his Queen was the most beautiful pregnant woman he had ever seen. Then there was those hips… good God… how he loved feeling these in his hands. And then, oh God, there was that backside of her, that even in their years of estrangement still managed to drive him crazy. Oh, and then her skin, her ivory skin where tended to appear freckles during the sunny months, and that was always so soft against his. Oh and had he already talked about her face ? Where could he possibly start ? He loved everything from her perfectly sculpted eyebrows to her radiant smile passing by her eyes. Eyes where even after 25 years of marriage still sparkled the same way when she was aroused. Of course he had saved his favourite part for the end, not that he dislike any part of her, her hair... god... that was what draw him to her the first time he saw her coming out of that boat as his Florentine bride. Those golden curls that felt like silk between his fingers and that smelled so particularly good. He loved her, all of her.

Catherine too rediscovered her husband's body. She had missed the feeling of his muscular chest beneath her hands, his arms in which she always felt safe. His hips that her legs were so familiar to. His tanned skin that felt so right against hers. His smile that made her forget who she was. His smell that was always so masculine and appeasing to her. Oh and his hands... big, calloused and warm... he was always so warm. She loved when his hands were traveling all over her body, mapping it. He had such strong hands... yet, he had never hurt her physically. Even when he had dragged her to the throne room, his grip on her wrist had remained gentle. She knew the strength he possessed, she had seen it many times over the years, when he trained or even when he carried her as if she had the weight of a feather. Yet, even when she had driven him completely out of himself, he had never hurt her, never left a bruise on her skin. That was a promise he had made her and he had never broken it.

The years had been kind to him, she could even say that he looked more handsome now than the first time she met him. But what she loved the most about him were his eyes. Deep brow eyes that tended to turn black with desire. His eyes were she had learned to read every single emotion that he felt. His eyes, where she still managed to get lost into even after more than two decades of marriage. She loved him, all of him.

By the time they were both coming out of their thoughts, they were completely naked. Catherine saw that her husband was ready for her but she also knew that he was an excellent lover. He never took before giving.

The King carried his wife bridal style to their bed and laid her down with the greatest care. Then, he began dropping kisses all over her neck, eliciting that sexy and throaty moan of her when he kissed that special spot. When she made that sound, he laughed against her skin. She was always so sensitive from here. Then he descended to her cleavage to finally reach her breast. He gently sucked her right nipple while caressing the other with his hand.

« Henry... » the Queen sighed.

« Humm » the King responded.

Once Catherine was on the verge of going mad with desire, he stopped his sucking on her very sensitive breasts and travelled lower. After peppering kisses across her belly where their love grew, he parted her legs and settled between her thighs.

When he gently started to lick her most intimate part, she couldn't manage de supress the moans that threatened to escape any longer. And when her husband answered her back with moans of his own against her clit, she felt a wave of electricity going through her and goose bumps everywhere on her body.

Then, he slowly put one finger inside of her drawing her nearer to the brink with each stroke. A few moments later when he inserted another finger in her and increased the speed of his strokes, the Queen was left writhing and moaning for him to take her.

« Oh God ! Henry, please take me now. » She asked and wouldn't be denied. Upon hearing the only words he needed to hear, the King brought his Queen at the edge of the bed and positioned himself standing between her trembling thighs, one in each of his hands. At first he just rubbed himself against her folds and when the Queen thought she would burst from the strength of her desire for him, he slowly entered her. His eyes closed, relishing in the moment he was finally becoming one with his love. Once he was inside her, he opened his eyes to look at her and search for any trace of pain or discomfort but was only met with a beaming smile, a reassuring caress against his cheek and a nod from the woman he loved to the stars and back, telling him she was alright.

In fact, Catherine had never felt better than in this moment. She was finally, blessedly full. That was always her favourite moment, when she was one with her King. She felt that she was his and he was hers. However, this time was different from the previous ones, this time she trusted him on top of loving him. And when he started to move, he made her forget who, when and where she was, the only thing that mattered was them, their love, their trust.

By now, the King was entering her more swiftly, working for her to say his name. « Yes, yes, yes... oh ! How I love you. » She sighed while stroking him everywhere she could reach. With every caress, every sigh, every moan and every word, she was drawing him closer to his release, but he promised himself that he had to make her come before. He too was by now grunting and moaning her name like the most sacred payer with each thrust. She felt so good around him... and so hot.

When he put pressure on her clit and made circles, she knew she was undone. Feeling her walls starting to shake, Henry whispered « You're almost home. » Upon hearing these words she had waited to hear again since far too long, she opened her hazel eyes that had turned deep brown with desire, plunged into his now black orbs and answered in a sigh « Come home to me. »

The two lovers came at the same time, each screaming the other's name. Henry was completely spent but still managed to roll over as not to crush her with his body.

He immediately took her in his arms. He was beginning to doze off when he felt tears wetting his chest and heard a sob. Taking his beloved wife's face in his hands with an alarmed look on his face he asked « Are you alright ? What's wrong, Caterina ? Have I hurt you ? »

Smiling at his concern and wiping off her tears with the back of her hand, she said « No, no, you haven't... »

« Then why are you crying, darling ? » His tears troubled him, what could possibly make her cry ?

« It's just...I'm so happy, Henry. I think I've never been this happy in my whole life. You are the love of my life Henry. » She answered.

Upon hearing her words his eyes softened and the concern that was reflected them was replaced by tenderness and love. « These past months have been the best I've ever lived. What would I do without you ? I love you so much, Caterina. » She smiled when he used the Italian pronunciation of her name. Was he even aware of the effect it had on her ?

Soon the Queen was back in her King's arms and Henry spread their light silk sheet over them.

This night as every night, they fell asleep in their love's arms.

Unbeknown to the Royal couple of France, Kenna who had come to tell them that she would in fact be staying another day, had heard them making love and every bit of the conversation that followed.

What would I do without you had said the King.

Well, that could be arranged thought Kenna with an evil smile.

AN : Here it is I am cutting this chapter here so that the people who didn't want to read adult content may still be able to follow the story.

I hope you've enjoyed :) It's the first time I'm writing a (very ?) hot scene so I hope it was alright ? Tell me

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Laura D.