Their synchronised breathing was the only other sound in the room besides the crackle of the fire. D'Artagnan withdrew from Constance but she wasn't letting go of him. "I'm not finished with you yet." Constance purred.

D'Artagnan chuckled and kissed her bare shoulder "God I would hope not! Because I'm certainly not finished with you. And I won't be for a very long time." He lifted her from the table, his shirt falling back down over her and he stood her on her own feet. "Go and get into bed. I'll be there shortly." He pulled his pants back up and did them up.

Constance padded over to the large bed and climbed in. She stretched herself out and sighed with pleasure at the softness that surrounded her. D'Artagnan came to the bed carrying the bottle of wine, a glass and tucked away in his pocket something for Constance. He poured the deep red wine into the glass for her, handed it to her and then slid into bed next to her. "Here, a toast tonight. To you, Constance and our life together."

D'Artagnan raised the bottle to his lips and Constance sipped at her glass. "I'm looking forward to being with you but..."

"But?" D'Artagnan prompted.

"But Bonacieux may live for a long time. It may be years before we can marry and our children..."

"Our children?!" D'Artagnan spluttered.

"Yes, our children!" Constance responded "will be..."

"I think we should concentrate on making our children" D'Artagnan interrupted "before we worry about anything else." He smiled seductively at her taking the empty glass from her hand and dropping it on the floor next to the wine bottle.

"Again? Already?"

He nodded. "You drive me mad with desire Constance." Constance smiled as she remembered her day dream of so long ago.

"D'Artagnan, if you want to be making anything, you need to take your pants off." Constance giggled. D'Artagnan laughed, stripping his pants from his body and adding them to the pile on the floor. He rolled back towards Constance and wrapped his arms around her.

He held her as he placed his lips on hers, tasting the wine. His hand traced down the creamy flesh on her back. She shivered under his touch. D'Artagnan deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth. Her teeth grazed his bottom lip. His hands caught her head, his fingers curling in her hair.

Constance put her hands on his muscular back, her fingertips tracing over the hard planes of his muscles. She pushed at him, rolling them both over in the bed clothes until she was on top of him, straddling him.

She broke away from his kiss "I love you D'Artagnan. I'm sorry for everything."

D'Artagnan looked up into her beautiful eyes. "It doesn't matter, none of it matters. We're together now and that's the important thing. Now kiss me!"

She lowered herself to his lips again. He smiled as they kissed softly, his hands seeking her silken flesh. Constance whispered "I'm sorry I'm not like Milady."

"God, I'm not. You are perfect as you are. You fit with me perfectly." And with that he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, bringing them to attention. He lifted his head to take one of the rosy pink points into his mouth. He suckled her, increasing the pressure while his other fingers circled her other nipple.

Constance grasped D'Artagnan hair as she threw back her head and moaned. His nose skimmed the soft skin at the curve of her breast. She could feel his breath on her skin. She raised herself slightly until she could feel the tip of D'Artagnan at her entrance. Slowly, she impaled herself, inch by heated inch, onto his twitching cock. Constance could feel the heat coming from him as he stretched and filled her.

D'Artagnan's hands held Constance's hips and then ran down over the curve of her backside as she settled herself on him. He started to slide himself in an easy rhythm, in and out of her, building her pleasure.

As she raised herself once more, D'Artagnan slipped his fingers between them to find her clit. His fingertip rubbed her and he was rewarded yet again by Constance moaning his name. "D'Artagnan...yes...yes." D'Artagnan increased the speed of his strokes as Constance continued to ride him. She braced her hands on the headboard of the bed and moved her head back, enjoying the sensations D'Artagnan was creating for her.

D'Artagnan finally felt at peace again. He knew Constance was the love of his life and, finally, they would be together. After the threats of death today, her husband was no longer a factor in them being apart. He was brought back to the present by Constance's ragged breaths.

She was close, so close to her fulfilment, she could feel the throbbing starting to build. She ground down on D'Artagnan eliciting a deep growl from him. "Constance come for me." And with a deep thrust from him, she came apart. Her body racked with strong, hard spasms.

D'Artagnan felt deeply gratified that he could make Constance lose herself first before finding his own completion. And as the last waves of her orgasm fluttered away he drove home in her once more, his essence erupting from him.

When he finished he pulled Constance down to him and held her tightly. "I'm never letting go of you." he said wrapping his fingers in her curls that trailed over him and tugging on them "I can't lose you to your husband or anyone else ever again. I couldn't stand it. I have something for you. Something to remind you of me even when we are apart."

"What is it?"

"Here." said D'Artagnan as he leaned out of bed and grabbed his pants, fishing in the pockets. He placed a small purse in her hands. "Open it."

Constance opened the purse and took out a fine chain of gold with a small teardrop pearl pendent on it. "It's beautiful. Put it on me."

"It was my mother's." D'Artagnan explained as he placed the chain around her neck. "My father gave it to her before they were married. And now I give it to you as a promise that one day we will be married, happy and surrounded by family."

Constance turned and looked at him, her eyes sparkling with the love she has for this man, who still loved her despite the way she had treated him. "I'm not going anywhere except to sleep."

D'Artagnan looked at her, narrowing his eyes at her. "Well then I'd better make sure you don't but I can promise you, you won't be getting a lot of sleep. I've missed you too much."