She buried her face in the warm curve of his neck, her nails dragging across his back in desperation. She hadn’t trimmed them for days, and she knew she must have scratched him, maybe even hurt him.
But Edmund didn’t complain, not even once. Instead, Edmund held her even tighter, his breath warm against her ear. "You feel so tight, my wife." He gently left kisses on her shoulder. "I really love you."
Primrose wanted to answer him with the same words, but instead, a loud moan escaped her lips when Edmund deliberately pulled out half of his manhood before plunging it back into her core, reaching the deepest part of her.
In the end, all she could give him were breathless moans, but the way her body pressed closer, clinging to him as if she could never let go, was proof enough that she loved him back.
They moved together wildly, kissing and biting as though nothing else in the world mattered. Their bodies burned hotter with every second until both were pushed to the edge. Edmund’s pace grew faster, harder, while Primrose wrapped her arms around him so tightly it felt like she wanted to melt into his very soul.
The heat built between them, rising higher and higher until neither could hold back any longer.
"Primrose ...." Edmund groaned, his voice rough and strained as he buried himself deep inside her.
Her answer came in the form of a cry, her body shuddering violently as the climax ripped through her. She clung to him with all her strength, nails digging into his back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Edmund followed right after, pulling her against him. His release poured into her, their bodies trembling together until the intensity slowly began to fade.
For a long moment, they stayed locked in each other’s arms, breathing hard, skin damp with sweat. The world outside no longer mattered, there was only the two of them, bound together in love and need.
"Are you alright?" Edmund finally asked once his breathing had steadied. His hand moved slowly along her back, soothing her with every touch. "Was I too rough? Did your stomach hurt?"
Primrose chuckled because her husband had asked too many questions at once.
"I’m fine." She pressed her forehead against his before capturing his lips in another kiss. "I love you," she whispered against his mouth.
Edmund answered her not only with words but with devotion. His lips wandered over her skin, leaving gentle kisses everywhere, as if he were worshipping the goddess of his life.
"Edmund ... you can keep going if you want," Primrose murmured, her hands cradling his head. "I don’t mind."
With her permission, they started again, this time in a new position. Primrose lay on her back, tilted slightly to the side, while Edmund entered her from the angle of her hip.
It wasn’t the best position for holding each other close, but it still let their lips meet, so they could kiss deeply as their bodies moved together once more.
Their kisses grew deeper, each one stealing away what little breath they had left. Every movement sent sparks racing through Primrose’s body, the side angle letting Edmund reach places inside her that made her gasp and cling to him harder.
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