It's no exaggeration when I say that I spent hours and hours pulling out this chapter.
Writing hasn't come as naturally to me in the past few years. I've struggled to become inspired at all let alone put ideas to paper. My creativity has been stagnant thanks to mental burnout from a job I've since walked away from. I'm hoping with time that I'll get back to that place where the ideas and stories just flow naturally.
It's also no exaggeration when I say that this chapter happened because of those of you still reading. Getting emails that someone has left kudos or comments despite how long it's been leaves me in awe that you find enough worth in my writing to stick around.
Long story short, I just wanted to say that I haven't neglected writing by choice. I want to write. I miss it.
And you have no idea how encouraging and motivating it is to still hear from you.
"What's she doing here?"
Regina's body stiffened at the voice of her sworn enemy and David pressed his hand to her back like a reflex.
He desperately hoped that Mary Margaret wasn't choosing today to start the overdue blowout between the two women. Snow wasn't so selfish that she'd make Archie's funeral about herself. She had more decency than that…didn't she?
He cast a side glance at Regina and was relieved to see her ignore the accusatory question that came from behind them. She kept her eyes on the narrow path between headstones and reached for Henry's hand instead as the three of them approached the coffin.
Not engaging with Snow was another example of how much Regina had changed and David wished others would take note instead of validating her own belief that she wasn't worthy of a second chance. There were only two people in the whole godforsaken town who saw the guilt she carried over her past and now of them was dead. Nobody else had cared to look for the heartbroken woman who hid behind the fearsome Evil Queen.
"Just remember why we're here," David whispered reassuringly and followed her lead, refusing to acknowledge Snow who still muttered at a volume clearly meant to be heard.
Regina had agonized over the decision to attend Archie's funeral, knowing the potential it had to spiral wildly out of control. It'd been almost a week with no headway in proving her mother was in town or behind his murder and it made everyone antsy. Speculation ran rampant through the town and all fingers remained predictably pointed at Evil Queen.
David hadn't seen Regina so visibly off-kilter since Emma had come to town and the curse started unraveling. She'd retreated into her own mind after her mother's visit, guarding herself behind her carefully constructed walls in a very Regina-like fashion. It disheartened him that she'd reverted back to isolating with her burdens instead seeking his comfort, but he understood.
It became evident to him everything that'd transpired since the curse was catching up with her. Losing her sense of control in so many aspects had chronically overwhelmed her and triggered a tailspin that morning over the funeral. He'd reassured her she had every right to say goodbye to her friend but that Archie also would've understood if she chose not to under current circumstances.
Though the lingering threat of her mother was the major deciding factor that'd consumed Regina for days. She'd been scattered and cagey since Cora's visit, barely leaving the house and refusing to let Henry go anywhere without David or Emma as a chaperone. Anticipating her mother's next move and when it would happen left her crippled with worry.
Regina's eyes had been wild with determination and veiled fear when she'd come downstairs dressed in a modest black dress. He'd asked if she was sure and she'd answered without hesitation, expressing her concern that the funeral might be just the moment Cora had been waiting to reveal herself. Despite the murder accusations against her she was adamant that he and Henry wouldn't go alone because of the opportunity it might give her mother.
David could feel the nervous energy radiating from Regina now as she held tightly to Henry's hand and navigated him between headstones. She kept her eyes focused on the coffin when they reached it, avoiding the indignant stares of those reacting to her presence and pulling Henry under her arm securely. There was no way she didn't feel the eyes on her but he knew no amount of discomfort would ever stop her from being with their son.
His instinct to protect her had him eyeing everyone surrounding Archie's coffin with a firm look of warning. Though he didn't show it, he was surprised when most of them shifted their judgmental gazes away from the queen in response. It relieved him to know the town still acknowledged him as someone with authority despite his betrayal of their beloved Snow White, but it wasn't because of his ego.
Having influence meant he had a better chance at changing people's perception of Regina and keeping her safe from their wrath. It didn't lessen his concern but it did give him a bit of hope that they might get through the day unscathed, as long as Snow maintained control of herself and Cora remained hidden.
More attendees trickled into the surrounding area, gawking briefly and murmuring to one another until they clocked his cold stare and grew quiet. It was clear that their unease was more about her presence and less about grief for Archie, but Regina didn't falter despite how much he knew it had to hurt her pride not to react.
"Now's not the time, Mary-Margaret."
Emma's voice suddenly became decipherable from behind them and David turned in time to see Snow wrench her arm from their daughter's grip. Her face was pinched in anger as she pushed past people and Emma trailed quickly behind her wearing a nervous expression.
"How dare you show your face here?" Snow spat and, with a bold move neither David or Emma expected, grabbed Regina's shoulder to turn her.
Regina flinched and jerked away from the touch, spinning around to face her assailant with a look of shock. Her hand raised in an instinctive gesture to keep distance between as she caught her balance and a fireball suddenly erupted from her palm. Snow shrieked at the sight, but Regina looked equally startled.
It was clear to David that she hadn't intended to conjure her magic but the surrounding audience gasped all the same.
"Regina," he calmly said her name in an attempt to ground her and nudged Henry towards Emma to pull him aside.
"Did you see that?!" Snow cried out to the surrounding citizens before looking back at Regina with a glare, "It isn't enough that you show up here after what you did to Archie? You're still trying to hurt me, too?!"
Regina's face darkened and her lips parted but she hesitated to speak. Her eyes scanned her surroundings until they landed on Henry and her mouth snapped shut at the sight of him. David held his breath as he watched her internal struggle to reel in her instincts and form an appropriate response to the attack.
Years of abuse had conditioned her fight or flight response to default to fight. Anger and violence was how she'd turned herself from victim to villain, born from the dire need to protect herself in the past. Stripped of the Evil Queen, Regina was ill-equipped at handling confrontation.
Fear had triggered the fireball despite her not intending to cause harm, but to the town it was proof she was still unhinged and dangerous.
"I'm here for Henry and to honor Doctor Hopper, nothing more," she said evenly after her frazzled pause, looking more like a cornered wild animal than an evil queen.
"Snow," David attempted to step in before it escalated further, "She didn't want to hurt you."
"Doesn't she?" Snow gave a bitter laugh and pinned Regina with a taunting look, "My how the tables have turned. To think I used to be the one cowering behind David for protection, but at least I never used my child as a shield."
Regina stepped forward with a snarl, clenching her shaking hands to her sides as she glowered at Snow, "You didn't have a chance. You sacrificed your daughter to save these idiots, which is something I'd never do," she paused and leveled the crowd with a glare as she reminded them what she was capable of. "Their lives mean nothing to me compared to Henry's and it would be wise of everyone to remember that."
The surrounding onlookers grew silent and shifted, widening the circle around them as they watched on warily. Emma nudged Henry to do the same, both of their expressions drawn tight with distress.
"Now isn't the time to have this conversation," David stepped between the women, reaching behind him to squeeze Regina's hand reassuringly as he did so, "We need to drop this now, out of respect for Archie."
"Respect for Archie is exactly why the Evil Queen shouldn't be here!" Snow snapped, her eyes narrowing, "I'm not the only one who thinks it's insane that she's at his funeral instead of locked in jail for his murder!"
"Regina had nothing to do with Archie's death," David stated adamantly and intentionally loud enough for everyone to hear his certainty.
"And there we have it," Snow's expression grew resigned when she looked to the tense citizens, feeding into their anxiety to drive her point home, "the David I knew would've understood how twisted this is. He isn't himself."
Muttered accusations from the townsfolk became audible once more as they grew emboldened by Snow's manipulation.
"He's cursed!"
"She's got him under a spell!"
"David isn't under the influence of any magic!" Regina's temper flared as she nudged her way from behind him to address Snow, "And if you continue that slander and put him in harm's way, I will do much worse to you than that poisoned apple ever could."
David put his hands on Regina's shoulders and stepped closer behind her when the crowd jeered at the threat. Nothing would dissuade them from believing what Snow implied until further evidence came to light. Any show of emotion from Regina would incriminate her further in their eyes and Snow was clearly intent on taking full advantage of it.
"How do you explain it then, Regina?" Snow sneered and shook her head, "If David isn't under a spell, then why didn't my kiss wake him? Why would he still be under your roof playing your husband after you destroyed our lives?"
"That's enough, Snow," David barked when his patience for her antagonizing grew thin. He tried to pull Regina towards him, wanting to calm her before she gave Snow the reaction she was digging for, but she wouldn't budge. Her petite frame was so tense that he feared she might break something if he moved her with any force.
"I deserve an explanation, David," Snow took a step forward, causing Regina to work herself free of his grip to do the same.
As much as he didn't want Regina to engage, he wouldn't force her to back down from Snow. Even if it was out of his instinct to protect her, she'd never forgive him. She had a right to stand up for herself and he didn't expect her to endure bullying.
"You want an explanation? How's this?" Regina's demeanor shifted to arrogant defiance, giving a glimpse of the Evil Queen as she squared up to Snow, "David might've been married to me because of the curse but he stayed because it's still better than the vanilla excuse of a life he shared with you."
Snow scoffed and her fists clenched at her sides, hinting at her unraveling control, "In what world would he choose the Evil Queen over his One True Love if he wasn't cursed?"
"You tell me," Regina's tone was silky smooth and smug as she leaned in towards Snow with a wicked smile, "True love's kiss is meant to break any curse, is it not?"
"You miserable bitch!" Snow roared with a sudden shove, causing Regina to stumble back, "How did you wake him up from that sleeping curse? What did you do to him?!"
Hysteria erupted from the spectators once more, but neither woman realized the reactions weren't for them until people parted to reveal the funeral's newly arriving attendees.
"I think you'll find we have more pressing questions at the moment, dearies," Rumple walked casually into the inner circle, his disturbed expression contradicting the relaxed nature of his announcement.
"Oh my god," David uttered at the sight and reached for Regina's hand to pull her attention away from Snow.
An annoyed growl escaped her at the interruption as she turned to find out what was so important about Rumple's arrival and her breath caught in her throat to see he hadn't come alone. "Archie?!"
"Quite the day, huh?" Emma greeted David with a pained smile when he entered the station later that evening.
David nodded with a tired sigh and sat down at his desk opposite hers, "That's an understatement,"
"How's Archie?" she asked with a worried frown.
"No life-threatening injuries but the hospital is keeping him overnight to give him fluids for dehydration," he leaned back in the chair and rubbed a hand over the tightness in his neck, "He's in good spirits though. I don't know if he's handling it well or if he's just so relieved to be free that it hasn't hit him yet."
Emma hummed in understanding, twiddling her pen as she watched him in contemplation, "Did he give you any information on where Cora might be?"
"He wasn't sure, said he hadn't seen her since she took him to the ship. Apparently Hook took over at that point and tortured him for information about Gold," David frowned in annoyance at the thought of the smarmy pirate.
"What kind of information?" Emma's posture straightened slightly in interest from her slouched position, "Why would Hook be helping Cora?"
"Hook's been trying to get revenge against Rumple for years now. He probably jumped at the chance to join forces with Cora so he could get to Storybrooke and find him," David explained and watched Emma's wheels start turning, "Archie said Hook wanted to know what Gold's weakness was so that he could take away the thing he loves most."
"Gold's weakness?" His daughter's brows furrowed in thought, "So it sounds like taking down Rumple is the common denominator between Hook and whatever Cora has planned. Have you talked to Regina about it yet?"
"Just briefly when I took her and Henry home, but she didn't want to get into it fully with him there. She was still a little shaken up and I had to get to the hospital to interview Archie," David glanced towards his phone on the desk to make sure she hadn't texted him, "She told us to be careful because Cora will do whatever it takes to get what she wants, which has always been power…And if Gold is Hook and Cora's mutual target, then she thinks her mother must be after the Dark One's magic."
"God that woman is a nightmare," Emma muttered and shook her head as she processed the ominous theory, "I'll admit that meeting her explained a lot of the questions I had about Regina. She never really stood a chance with that for a mother did she?" his daughter mused with a frown.
David shook his head in grim agreement, "She broke Regina long before the King or Rumple even had their chance."
Emma's gaze shifted back to him at the mention of Leopold and David could tell there were questions she wanted to ask but didn't. Regina's story was her own to share and he was grateful when his daughter redirected the conversation back to the crisis at hand.
"So what do we do now?"
"I'll talk with Regina and see what she thinks. We can meet up tomorrow to get a plan together," he nodded at Emma reassuringly, "We'll figure it out after we get some rest."
"I'll do another patrol tonight before I head home. Everyone was pretty torqued up after the showdown at the funeral. It took me hours to convince the dwarves they'd be signing their own death warrant if they confronted Regina," Emma rolled her eyes at how non-threatening the idiots had been, "I think they finally got my point when I confiscated Grumpy's pitchfork and he spent five minutes trying to climb the shelf I put it on top of."
David chuckled at the thought and shook his head, "I bet that made for a long day. You go home, I'll do the last patrol."
"It's fine, really," Emma shrugged, "It's not like I'm in a rush to get back to the loft, anyways."
"How were things when you left?" he frowned at the indication, hating that Emma had to deal with Snow alone.
"I think she had her heart set on Regina being guilty and that it would lead to you and her getting back together," she grimaced at how obvious it'd become, "Needless to say she wasn't exactly happy to see Archie resurrected but she was weirdly quiet when I left."
"Maybe she got it all out of her system today," David said dryly, causing Emma to snort at how unlikely that was.
"Your optimism is inspiring, David."
Regina stared at the ceiling of her bedroom and sighed in frustration, fighting the growing urge to slink down the hall to the man in her guest room. Her willpower always weakened after nightfall, replaced now by regret and an ache in her belly. Nightmares had always plagued her at this hour but what kept her awake now was a new kind of torture.
David had been doing everything right. He'd chosen her. He understood her. He'd defended her. He'd come home to her and was just down the hall with his warm nature and open heart.
It was everything she wanted yet something inside her screamed desperately to keep her distance.
Regina hated herself for it and everyone in her past who'd make her this way. It shouldn't feel so wrong to let herself be loved but life had taught her not to chase happiness. How could she keep herself safe from being hurt if she lost control of her heart and the upper hand so entirely?
The endless battle between her damaged logic and the love she desired kept these thoughts an endless cycle. Everything that followed the curse ending had kept her in a state of emotional whiplash. She'd accepted the loss of her family, only for them to return to her. She'd worked on herself in therapy and made a friend in Archie, only to be accused of his murder. She'd started opening up to David and building the confidence to believe him, only for her mother's return to cripple her with the fear of losing love once more.
The constant roller coaster was exhausting. She felt defeated and overwhelmed and it made her crave the kind of comfort she'd only experienced with David.
Knowing that he was just down the hall, patiently waiting for her to get over herself, made her ache to go to him. She was tired of resisting. She's spent decades fighting her feelings, the good and the bad, and rarely did it ever produce the desired outcome.
As much as she loathed the fact, she'd been through enough to know that life was mostly a series of events that were out of her control. Truly living meant taking chances and having love came with the risk of heartbreak. Bad things could happen to anyone, but good things could only come to those who were open to them.
Denying the good for fear of the bad had never spared her any pain. It usually ended with her being as miserable and lonely as she'd always been. Why was she still resisting what she wanted and expecting a different result?
With that thought, she slipped out of bed before she could talk herself out of it.
There was much she needed to tell David and many explanations that she owed him. She wanted to tell him when her feelings became real and the way they'd evolved during the curse and how wholeheartedly they possessed her still. She needed to admit to him that it was her kiss that woke him from the sleeping curse because she'd loved him wholeheartedly with everything she had for nearly three decades.
The urge to spill her heart was foreign and terrifying yet something she knew was necessary in order to give David what he deserved. She wasn't confident yet that she knew the right words to express how much he meant to her, but she could try to show him.
The guest room door was partially open when she reached the end of the hall and she slipped in quietly, fighting the last minute urge to retreat. She took careful steps towards the bed until her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she could see him by the faint moonlight that seeped through the curtains, illuminating where he lay facing away from her.
It was a familiar and comforting sight that she'd come to depend on and her heart lurched at the thought she'd almost lost it. Crawling into bed at night to cuddle up to him and talk quietly or kiss slowly had become a ritual to her over the years. She'd craved that time with him and the intimacy of sharing a life together. Nothing had ever given her more peace than those nights they spent wrapped up in one another, tucked away from the world.
It was home to her.
Giving into the need to be close to him, she slipped under the covers and scooted up to his back, not touching him but close enough to feel the warmth of his frame and take in the faded smell of his cologne. Her eyes traveled the strong curve of his shoulder and the toned muscles of his back, stirring thoughts of bringing him pleasure and giving herself to him in every way.
"Are you finished hiding from me?" David's question suddenly interrupted her thoughts, his voice lazy from sleep.
The question sounded warm and casual, like he'd always known she'd come to him in her own time, and it tugged at something deep within her.
"For tonight," Regina murmured against his skin as she pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder and heard him chuckle softly at her response.
David rolled over to face her, sliding his hand over the dip of her side to her lower back and pulling her flush against him, "Not trying to kick me out the house anymore, hmm?" he asked quietly, looking relieved at the subtle white flag she waved with her vulnerable change in demeanor.
"For tonight," Regina repeated and with a hint of a smile as she slid her hand up his chest to the curve of his neck, caressing the stubbled skin below his ear down to the square of his jaw. Her eyes dipped to his throat when she heard him sigh, prompting her to continue exploring the hard lines of his bone structure.
David was watching her intently when she lifted her gaze and her chest tightened at the mixture of lust and intimacy she found in his expression. She'd missed that look in his eyes and had grieved for it during their separation. Seeing it now, untarnished by what they'd been through, brought overwhelming relief.
Regina swallowed the lump in her throat when her love for him hit like a ton of bricks as it had the first time years ago. The tip of her tongue slipped over her lips unconsciously as she leaned in to press a soft wet kiss against his neck and felt a quiet hum vibrate his throat. Encouraged by the reception, she began a slow trail up his neck, detouring briefly at the sensitive spot behind his ear before traveling down his jawline to his chin, lips following the same path her fingertips had.
David's hand found her hair when her lips met the corner of his mouth, threading his fingers through dark locks and tilting her head back so that their faces were aligned. His eyes dropped to her lips and then lifted to meet her gaze and the tension between them grew palpable.
The pull was raw and passionate yet tender and unguarded, just as it had been before the curse ended. She felt herself melting into him, body and soul, as she pressed her forehead to his and he tilted his chip up for a long, languid kiss.
Regina's back bowed forward as the kiss grew deeper and pressed her chest to his, breath hitching when her nipples tightened at the contact. It felt so good that she couldn't help but arch firmly to do it again and heard him curse under his breath at her behavior. His hand released her hair and slid to her lower back, pulling her hips to his in a manner that felt like a demand rather than a suggestion.
It lit a fuse between them and the mood shifted quickly.
Within moments Regina found herself on her back when David shifted over her, bracing himself with one forearm on the bed as his free hand palmed the length of her thigh and slowly lifted it against his side. Her breath hitched when she lifted her other thigh into the same position and he slotted between her spread legs with a firm rock of his hips.
It sent slivers of arousal down up her spine that made her tingle with need and she pulled his mouth to hers hungrily in response. She needed more from him, all of him, and her body squirmed under his with the desperate plea. Her lips parted with a quiet whimper when he answered her silent request by sliding his hands up her thighs and under her silk slip to curve over her hips.
"This feels familiar," he smirked against plump lips when he found her entirely bare underneath.
"Don't be smug," she murmured against his mouth when his hands splayed to massage her hips and his thumbs applied delicious pressure to her abdomen, "I know what you like."
"You do," David inhaled sharply when he rocked his hips again and felt the fabric of his boxers grow warm and damp where his cock pressed between her legs. "You're always so wet for me," he murmured in awe as he moved his lips to her neck, kissing and nibbling every sensitive spot he'd spent years mapping out.
It felt so natural, the way their bodies worked together to turn the chemistry between them into an art. Regina never thought they'd have another night like this where they could say so much without speaking a word. Years of perfecting their rhythm had turned sex into a second language and they'd used it to communicate feelings that words could not express.
The air between them became suffocating, setting fire to the sweet ache in her belly. She curled her hips to grind against the hard length that tented his boxer briefs and David groaned when they began to stick to her slightly with each wet grind. He sucked an especially sensitive area of her neck in response and slid a hand further up her nightie, earning a throaty sound from her when he cupped her breast.
The contact sent a hot rush of pleasure from her belly down to her clit, triggering a throb that had her reaching for the band of his boxers impatiently. Her brows furrowed when he lifted his mouth from her neck and shook his head silently, taking her hand into his own to pull it away.
"David," she spoke his name like a question, heart dropping for a moment in worry of what had stopped him.
That fear dissolved with haste when his eyes traveled down to her splayed thighs and he exhaled audibly, "It's been too long since I've tasted you," he lifted his gaze and smirked subtly at the look on her face as he began sliding her silk nightie to her torso.
Regina's breath quickened and she lifted her shoulders from the bed eagerly to assist, unable to pretend she wasn't desperate to feel his mouth on her. He wasted no time in stripping the fabric over her head and throwing it to the side, looking transfixed by the sight of her entirely bare.
"God you're something else, Regina."
A surprised gasp escaped her when his head suddenly dipped and he attached his lips to her nipple without warning. She let out a string of unintelligible noises as he licked and flicked and tugged until it pebbled achingly and he released it with a quiet pop. Her head lifted in immediate protest at the loss but the whine she gave was cut short when his thumb replaced his lips and he turned to suck her neglected nipple into his mouth.
She choked on a moan and scratched her fingernails over his scalp in the way he liked as her body rolled under him. Both nipples tightened stiffly at the stimulation, sending little jolts of pleasure through her as she sucked one and thumbed the other until an especially strong jolt caused her hips to jerk suddenly.
"David," she panted and tugged at his hair urgently, "you're going to make me come."
"Fuck, Regina," he groaned under this breath at the thought as he lifted his head to look at her with a primal expression, "Not yet."
She throbbed painfully at the hint of dominance and she drew her knees up higher, shamelessly spreading herself wider in submission. His jaw twitched at the display and he snapped, shifting down to wrap his arms around her thighs and dive mouth first between them.
Regina's hips jerked with a yelp as his hot tongue swiped through pooled wetness and she let out a satisfied moan when he did it again and again.
"I've wanted this for months," David murmured breathlessly in between firm licks, his voice rough.
Regina dug her elbows into the mattress for leverage to curl her hips up and grind wantonly against his mouth. "God you're so good at this," she choked out the words and gripped the bedding, knuckles turning white when he pushed her thighs towards her and licked relentlessly.
He held nothing back as he devoured her like it was second nature, using his knowledge of her body to bring her towards the edge in record time. She was writhing as he repeated a cycle of quick gentle licks and long firmer ones, both of his hands sliding up her body to cup her breasts and tweak he
"You remember that time on the coffee table?" He groaned into her as he sucked down on her clit and flicked his tongue over it at the same time, "When you came all over my chin."
The question caused Regina's body to arch rigidly and she let out a sharp cry as she came long and hard, thighs straining in his hold. Her hips pushed towards his mouth and then flinched away from the stimulation over and over, riding out the pleasure until she collapsed limply on the bed.
David shifted up and propped himself over her to admire his handiwork, looking rather smug when he caught the way her belly still twitched.
"Wipe that look off your face," Regina muttered breathlessly, eyes glittering sinfully as she reached up to cup his jaw and wipe herself off his chin with her thumb.
It was her turn to feel smug when he swallowed roughly and his cock twitched where it pressed into her thigh. The look in his eyes made her decide then that she was done waiting and she pulled her hand from his face with a subtle twist that rid him of the boxer-briefs instantly.
"That is going to be a timesaver," David grinned heatedly and groaned when he felt his bare cock straining against her thigh as he slid a hand down between them.
"Then why are you still making me wait?" she hummed into his mouth when he kissed her again and shuddered when he ran a finger through her arousal, "I want you inside me."
"Like this?" he questioned torturously as he slowly pushed his finger inside, hardening painfully at the way she clamped around it.
"God," Regina sucked in a breath when he withdrew the single digit only to push back inside her with two. His thumb found her hard little clit to massage circles when he began pumping his fingers, curving them just slightly so that they probed her g-spot each time.
"Fuck…oh, fuck," her lips parted at the hot, heavy feeling building there and looked up to lock gazes with him.
David swore under his breath at the squelching sound his fingers began to cause inside her and pushed more firmly. "I love making you come like this," his breath grew heavier in anticipation, watching her expression with rapt attention.
Within minutes she was panting and rocking forcefully with his hand, grabbing his forearm for leverage as she started tightening around his fingers. He coaxed her with a strained voice and words she didn't have the ability to decipher as all thoughts left her mind at the blinding pleasure. She cried out sharply when her hips locked and she clamped around his fingers, straining through the peak of the orgasm until it pushed his fingers out of her and soaked his abdomen.
David made a guttural sound and his eyes darkened in fascination, taking a moment when his brain short-circuited at the sight before his own painful need brought him back to his senses. He wasted no time as he slotted his hips between her legs and reached down to guide himself into her with a powerful thrust. She let out a strangled sob as he stretched and filled her, digging her nails into his back and clamping her thighs at his waist to pull him closer and deeper with a desperate moan
"Yes, Regina," he rasped, his lips finding her neck as he kept himself rooted and began a slow grinding motion that ripped pleasured sounds from them both. "You always feel so good. So warm and wet for me," he murmured torturously.
Regina let out an obscene moan as she stretched and opened to take his length with just a few slow rolls of his hips. He was thick and hard and she was so full of him that she could feel her pleasure building despite the slow pace he took to allow her to adjust to his size. His body strained for control as he held himself back and she felt compelled to let him know it wasn't necessary, sliding her hands down to his ass and roughly pulling him as deeply as she could take him.
David cursed under his and leaned down to kiss her soundly, reaching above them to grip the headboard for leverage as he wrapped his other arm under her waist and snapped his hips into hers. She yelped when he began a punishing rhythm and curled her arms under his to grip his shoulders as her hips jerked greedily, welcoming each increasingly rough thrust until he was driving into her with wild abandon. Their movements grew frantic and their breathing ragged as their bodies strained together and the sound of her wetness filled the room.
"I'm…almost, keep going…yes, like that, don't stop," she sobbed and clawed red marks down his back when she clenched around his cock violently.
David plunged himself to the root, seconds away from his own release as watched her quake with blinding pleasure that stole her ability to scream.
"That's it, come for me."