“Snow, I am to be your husband. You deserve to be pleasured by me. It is my duty and honor and pledge as the man who loves you. To enjoy my touch, to indulge in the ecstasy of us becoming one should not be shamed. It is love that binds us, not sin. I knew, from the moment I met you that day Rose took me to your cottage, that there would be no other for me to ever look upon. When your heart finds its other half, it knows.” His lips dot kisses along my chin, making their way to my mouth. “Evil will never penetrate your heart. You brought me back from the edge of darkness by giving yourself to me. I pledge to you, I will do the same.”
Hope drowns the worry in my soul as his words fend off my fears. He is to be my husband. My husband. I repeat the word in my head until it sounds funny and no longer makes sense. But it bubbles warmth in my belly, and I let the word escape my lips. “My husband.”
His lips curl into a smile. “My wife.”
A giggle makes its way from my throat. “Can we go tell Rose and Marcus?”
He nods. “Of course. She needs to know you're alive. We should hurry. She was wrought with grief.”
He pulls me to a stance and assists me back into my clothes. As he slips back into his trousers, I stop him and stroke his cock one more time.
He laughs. “Are you not sated, Snow? I'll have to fix that after we talk with Marcus and Rose.”
The heat of embarrassment floods my cheeks. “I still marvel at its beauty.”
A smile claims his lips as he slides his palm along my cheek. “I'm flattered at your words, but your perfect pink breasts and stunning pussy are pure beauty. Perhaps we can make use of that awful mirror and I can show you how magnificent you look as I make love to you.”
Excitement runs amuck in my veins at the thought of watching ourselves make love as we did Marcus and Rose. “Can we do that?” The words rush my tongue before I can stop them.
Our laughter echoes in the tiny room as he pulls me to his chest, dotting my head with a plethora of soft kisses. “We can do whatever your heart desires, Snow.”
Epilogue
My eyes glance over the length of the white wedding gown. Darien's handsome smile warms me, even from a simple portrait. The love in his eyes mirror mine. Our wedding day turned out even better than I had ever imagined. Unlike Rose, I'd chosen spring time, and the newly bloomed flowers and spry woodland animals fresh from a long winter's nap made the perfect backdrop.
I stare at our royal wedding portrait hanging in the dining hall. Darien is now king, and I am his queen. Even after a year, the titles feel odd. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to them.
Rose and Marcus settled into the cottage shortly after the wedding. Rose gave birth to a handsome baby boy a few weeks ago, of which they named Eric. They've stayed at the castle a few times, allowing me to fawn over my adorable nephew.
Darien sneaks up behind me, warm breath hitting my ear. “Snow, you're absolutely glowing today. We need to have a new portrait done up of us immediately before the new arrival. I want one of you, full and round with my child.” Slipping his arms around me from behind, his hands rub the circumference of my swollen belly.
“I am big and fat and can barely move. How you even still find me attractive boggles my mind.” A soft sigh floats from my lips as I nestle into his embrace.
He spins me around and looks into my eyes. “The sight of you carrying our baby fills my heart with such joy and love. My seed grows inside you. You nurture and protect it. How can I not be attracted to that? Truth be told, I cannot wait to make more babies with you. I want a castle full.”
“You can bake the next one. My feet are swollen, and my back aches. My stomach is now streaked with stretch marks.” I give him a wry smile, yet worry still if he'll look at me with such adoration with wrinkles and stretched skin.
“I'll take you right now if you'd let me.” He grips my dress and hikes it up my waist, sliding his hands over my skin, along my belly, and down between my legs. “You've refused my touch for weeks. And I hunger for you like never before.”
“I...I just don't feel beautiful and pleasing to you.” A shiver rapes my spine as his fingers pry my lower lips apart. I have missed his touch more than I realized, yet worry about the baby if he should go any further.
“After all this time, Snow, how do you not understand that I will love you until the end of time, no matter how big, round, and wrinkled you get. You are my Snow. And always will be. Let me be your husband, trust in me and my love for you.” His fingers slide in my arousal and rub against my clit. Not having been touched for weeks, its sensitivity is heightened, and it doesn't take long before he brings me to the edge of climax.
Undoing his trousers, he takes me from behind, sliding his thick cock into my channel in a hungry thrust. He grunts so loud it rings in my ear as he pushes into me. “I've missed the feel of you. I needed this so much.” Wrapping his arms around me from behind, he clutches one of my swollen breasts and he kneads it with tender movements. A hiss seeps through my clenched teeth, and he pumps in and out of me in a quick but careful rhythm. And I find I need this as much as he does.
My palms steady my body as I press against the wall in front of me, reminiscent of our very first time together so long ago in that dark tunnel. And here I am, days away from giving birth and he makes love to me with as much fervor and love as he did that night. His raspy breaths arouse me more and I shudder in his arms as my orgasm hits. His fingers curl against my breast with one hand, the other clings to my hip as he thrusts one final time in climax.
“I love you so much, Snow,” he whispers against my ear.
“I lo—uhh,” I try to say, but a sharp pain stabs at my abdomen. I drop my head and exhale a slow breath. The baby is coming.
“Snow?” The alarm in his voice worries me.
“The....baby...it’s...coming,” I choke out over waves of stabbing pain.
He dashes in front of me and I collapse into his arms. “Dear God, Snow. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make the baby come.”
I manage a laugh over a strike of pain. “Perhaps our sex brought on the contractions. But, I wanted it as much as you. I love you, Darien.”
Tears glass over his eyes. “I'm so happy in this moment. You are about to have my baby.”
He rings for the staff to bring the midwife before carrying me to our bedchamber. The midwife orders him from the room, but I beg for him to stay. He is my rock, and I need him through this. Holding hands, we bring our child into the world.
As the midwife lays her upon my breast, Darien crawls next to us on the bed. “She is amazing, Snow. Even more beautiful and perfect than I could have ever imagined.”
“What shall we name her?” I ask, unable to tear my eyes from our daughter.
“Aurora, for she is as bright and beautiful as the morning light.” He places a soft kiss on her head, then dives at my lips with a deep kiss.
The End
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