Gigi arched with pleasure as his thick shaft slid into her petite body. She could feel him stretching and filling her up as she locked eyes with him, bewildered. It took some more effort before he could fully fit in, even with how aroused she was. By the time he did, she was left breathless; as if it was their first time all over again.

Although she was aware that her husband was well-endowed, she didn't remember him being this... big.

Perhaps the alcohol did cloud her judgment last time.

"Wait, Sire," she reached out to palm his chest, preventing him from moving as she panted and gulped for air. Her heart thumped wildly as she willed herself to relax around him.

"Gi?" Cal quickly sensed her distress and wrapped her in an embrace, worry clouded over his face as he leaned close to hers. "Everything alright?"

"I'm fine," she smiled, trembling as her muscles stubbornly tightened around him. She tried readjusting herself, trying to get comfortable. "Could you give me some time..?"

Cal's brows furrowed, pressing his lips onto her hair, her brow and her knuckles. "Maybe it has been too long since I've last been here."

It had indeed been too long.

His feathery kisses continued their trails to her neck, nipping on a collarbone, sucking on her shoulder. His lips soon settled back on hers, releasing her memories of their wedding night once more, of the comfort of his kisses...

Feeling herself getting lightheaded from the kiss, Gigi was finally sure that she was ready. She stared directly into his eyes and gave him a nod of approval.

He started with a gentle rocking motion at first, being very careful in every step to make sure she was okay. His tenderness brought all the warm and fuzzy feelings in her chest. She cupped his face and brushed her lips against his, whispering words of reassurance.

Gigi glanced down at the position they were in. Her legs splayed open, accommodating Cal as he moved back and fro between her thighs. Her breasts were rubbing against his toned chest, creating more delicious frictions between their bodies. The night slip still clung awkwardly around her midsection and arms, but she had never felt so exposed before.

Why was he moving so goddamn slow?

"Oh, Sire, please. Faster!" she cried, raising her hips to meet his thrusts halfway.

He was soon tugging on her night slip and she eagerly pulled it over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her body bare. She arched back into the cushions, indulging him with the sight of her breasts as her body jolted with each thrust.

She wasn't going to let him have his fun alone, however, as she also had a favourite spot on him. Reaching down till her hand reached his ass, she squeezed and massaged the tight, perfect shaped globe, making him groan deliciously as it forced him deeper into her.

"You are so beautiful..." Cal purred, his thrusts becoming harder, desperate and more demanding. There was something in his stare that screamed pure passion, raw lust; something she had been longing to see from him during all those nights of yearning; for him to look at her like this—to want her as his wife. To see her as the only one that he desired in the world.

Little did he know, she would gladly let him have his way with her even in the early days. But how could she not long for his touch when he was always so gentle and good?

"Sire..." Gigi sighed, wrapping her legs around his waist and caressing his cheek; gazing into his brown eyes. This was the man she had married. A wounded person who had tried to shield himself from the world and now entrusted her with his most vulnerable side. She would do anything in her capacity to protect him, cherish him. Always. "I love you, Sire..."

"I...I love—" he tried to reply between his gasps and raspy breathing, but Gigi seized his lips, sucking the words out of his breath. He moaned into her mouth as she clenched down on him.

His hips swivelled, and she gasped as he hit a certain spot; Cal took that as a cue and started to angle his thrusts. Gigi sobbed, tightening her legs around him. That familiar tension had started to build in her abdomen, and she surrendered herself in his arms as he carried out the few final thrusts, sending her overboard.

Gigi cried out for him as her second orgasm gripped her with such powerful waves of delight, crashing over her, causing her to shake and shudder helplessly; lost in a blissful fog of oblivion.

Cal was still keeping his pace, continuing his thrusts when he started throbbing inside her. As his body began to tremble, his toes curled and he came in streams. Gigi took pleasure in watching his perfect features twist with ecstasy, still riding out her climax as her muscles milked him dry. She blushed at the feeling of him filling her up.

Soon enough he collapsed into the crook of Gigi's neck, her hand caressing his sweaty hair as his thrusts got more shallow. Then finally he stopped and fell onto his side to catch his breath before gathering her into his arms.

As he slowly softened inside her, Gigi remembered a similar scenario, when he left her immediately after consummating their marriage. A tiny portion of her heart was afraid that history would repeat itself. That she would be once more left alone in the cold.

But he didn't. He was here, planting a kiss on her hair, his breath upon her skin hot and sweaty as they held each other in perfect, peaceful bliss.

"Thank you, Sire..." Gigi whispered as she once more found her voice. "It was..."

"Wonderful." Cal pressed his forehead onto hers, leaning for a kiss. "You are wonderful."

"It was wonderful for me, too."

"I'm glad," He pulled a blanket over them both. There was another rainstorm outside and since they loved to keep the window open, the only thing that kept them from shivering from cold air was the heat from each other's body in the wake of their strenuous activity. "Better than the first time, I hope."

Gigi frowned at his remark, taking a few moments before giving her response. "The first time... I really liked it. You were so gentle with me, I couldn't imagine it being any better."

Cal leaned over her, brows creased. It was apparent in his expression that he found it hard to believe, and it's painful to see how often he undermined himself, knowing that he hadn't always been this way. "It didn't... hurt?"

"Not at all," She shook her head, pressing her lips together as her next sentence brought back the loneliness. "The only thing that hurts me was that you left in the end. After that, I was actually hoping that you would seek me out again. It was silly of me for wishing so, but I couldn't help feeling that way. Each night I wanted you to come to me, even if it was only to sleep with me. You might have treated me coldly outside but I think I saw a slip of your mask that night and I wanted it— to feel your kindness again."

He shut his eyes tightly, consumed by guilt from the revelation. "I should have loved you the first time..."

Seeing his discomfort, Gigi laughed softly. "I am not saying this to punish you, Sire, I want you to know how deeply I've longed for you... I always will."

"And I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, Gi." He leaned to kiss her forehead, and Gigi swore she could feel his tear fall on her cheek. "I do really love and adore you, sunshine."

She nuzzled his chest. "I'll love you forever, Sire."

Suddenly he paused, brow arched as he gazed down on her with a small smile, propping himself on one elbow. "Seriously, how long are you going to keep calling me 'Sire'?"

The question made her eyes shoot wide open in surprise and embarrassment. Although she had expected it sooner or later, it didn't make it any less shocking to hear. What was so wrong with calling him 'Sire'? He was the only person she'd ever addressed in Anglese with that title, so it was unique to her and she liked it!

"Isn't it only proper to call you 'Sire'," she gulped, "...Sire?"

Cal gave her a pair of puppy eyes, turning her into a puddle of goo. "Say my name please, my darling."

The hue on her cheeks darkened as Gigi gathered up enough willpower, closing her eyes as if waiting for his name to slip from her lips by itself. But apparently, that was not going to happen on its own.

"Cal..." She sighed, feeling it so weird and new on her tongue. "Cal."

Smirking, he reached to switch off the night lamp before landing a kiss on her temple. "We can work on it."

On the spur of moment, she remembered what Junior had asked her just now. "Sire, about Junior..."

"What about Junior?" Cal nuzzled behind her neck, scooping her into her arms in a spooning position.

"This evening when I was in his room, he asked about... the intimate relations between lovers. I wasn't sure how to explain it, I wonder if you've answered him yet?"

"He was? I wouldn't know, he only asked me what have I been doing to you that made you look so disconcerted and confused. He thought that sharing a room with me has distracted you, somehow."

Gigi laughed. "Indeed."

"The last time he asked, I used my parents as an example. It should be enough to satisfy his curiosity."

"Apparently it didn't."

Cal smirked. "Wouldn't that be your duty to explain to him as his mother?"

She turned to face him, baffled. "I thought it would be your duty as his father to explain, as a man to man. ...I never even received such talks from my parents, I wouldn't know how to do it properly."

"I see. It's not a topic that Prajan parents would discuss with their children, huh?"

Gigi pressed her lips together and nodded. It would've helped a lot if she was taught a thing or two before their first night. While her husband had been gentle, other girls might not have been so lucky.

"Will you stay?" she whispered, feeling her eyelids getting heavy. "Even after I fall asleep, can you promise to never leave my side?"

"I am staying with you, I promise, thousand times over. Even if it's the last thing I do..." Cal wrapped an arm over her, entwining his right hand with her left. "I will never leave your side."

.·。.·゜·༺♥༻ ·゜·。.