Queen, commander...she could be a pauper or a whore. As long as she was still Éomer, the woman who had held his ruined flesh together, saved his life and then fearlessly crawled into his bed, he knew he would want her for as long as she wanted him in turn.
He buries his face in her neck, groaning. As soon as he thinks she's able to take it, he presses one of those thick fingers inside her.
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Date: 2020-09-12 06:32 pm (UTC)He buries his face in her neck, groaning. As soon as he thinks she's able to take it, he presses one of those thick fingers inside her.