Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son

"Esther, my love…" he whispered against her moist lips. "I missed you…"

Esther opened her eyes and looked at that pair of dark eyes overflowing with need and desire.

"I missed you too, Theron." Her voice was soft, barely more than a whisper, but her gentle words felt like the seduction to her husband's ears.

Theron leaned forward to close that tiny distance between their faces. The tip of his nose rubbed against hers, and with their eyes closed, their hot breaths mingled together as if they were both making sure this was real and not an illusion.

"Tell me this is not a dream," he said in a low, hoarse voice filled with need.

"It's not," she replied.

The corners of his lips curved into a light smile as he opened his dark eyes brimming with unshed tears and looked at her face. A delicately beautiful face framed by loose tendrils of blond hair, lovely eyes the colour of sweet caramel, that elegant nose, those familiar pink lips…

'She isn't a dream.'

He let go of her face and held her hands. The way he looked at her, she knew what he wanted to do.

Letting him lift her up, Esther stood with his support, only to find herself pulled to sit on his lap the next moment. One of his arms circled her waist while his free hand moved to tuck the loose strands of hair behind her ear. The way he looked at her, his intentions were clear to her but Esther was conflicted.

Did she ever not want her husband? She wanted him as well, and it never changed despite the years. How could she not when he was the one she loved more than her own life?

Esther longed for him but….she was here to bid him farewell. She simply wanted to tie up the loose ends so she could leave with lesser guilt…but if she left after giving him hope that they could be like before, her disappearance would be harder for him to digest. It might break him once again.

"T-Theron…"

"Shh, don't say anything."

The little strength she had gathered to stop him and resist her own desires melted the next moment as she fell victim to his passionate kiss. One of her hands moved to circle his neck while the other moved along his strong and muscular chest, which felt even firmer and more muscular even after so many years. Her hand roamed his chest, trying to get a feel of his entire body as they kissed.

Esther let out a satisfied moan as his musky scent drowned her senses. How much had she longed for her husband's embrace and kiss?  Before she knew it, his hand moved along her back while his other hand moved to untie the outer coat of her dress.

Theron pulled away from her lips, his voice husky with desperate desire.

"I need you tonight, my wife."

Seeing her eyes darkened with the same hunger as his, Theron received her wordless consent and he boldly moved his hands to pull that outer coat down her shoulders while plunging in for another greedy kiss, not willing to leave her soft and plump lips unattended even for a moment.

Their aroused groans and moans filled the chamber as they kissed each other in urgency.

Theron stopped kissing her to completely remove her outer coat, leaving her with a simple dress that he easily pulled down her shoulders, causing the fabric to settle at her waist. His beautiful wife now was clad only in a thin inner garment that clung on to her curvy body, revealing more than enough shape to that pair of dark eyes who could not wait to taste the skin underneath it.

With her upper body barely covered, his hot breath brushed against her delicate skin, causing her to shiver.

He appreciated her curvy body with the same anticipation another would have for a gift yet to be unwrapped. "You are as beautiful as before."

Esther didn't know how to respond to this and lowered her gaze, somewhat feeling shy by what he said.

His eyes observed that blushing face as the satisfied smile painted itself on his lips, reminding him of the younger Esther who used to blush at even the silliest teasing from him.

He held her chin and made her look at him. Her eyes were mesmerized by that nostalgic roguish grin on his lips. As they tried to catch their breaths, Theron brushed his rough thumb over her still moist lips.

"You are still the same, Esther…My Esther…"

Those sweet words caused the weight inside Esther's chest to intensify, causing her to let out a bitter smile. Both of them knew that couldn't be farther from the truth. She wasn't the same Esther, just as he was no longer the same Theron. The only thing that remained the same was their love for each other.

'Why do you have to love me so much?'

Before she could dwell on her thoughts, a gasp left her lips as she felt the pleasurable pain of lips suckling the delicate skin of her neck, nibbling and biting and licking as his mouth moved to savour every inch of her skin.

"T-Theron…" she breathed heavily as she tried to stifle the loud moans escaping her lips. Perhaps so much time had passed since the last time, but every part of her body became more sensitive, her senses heightened, and she felt as if she was nothing but a young lady who was doing it for the first time with her lover…

Her words were nothing but a weak whisper to Theron's ears. He continued what he was doing as his fingers were working on removing the thin straps of her inner garment. He moved to kiss the smooth white skin of those bare shoulders, letting his lips leave a burning trail of featherlight kisses, stopping only to nestle his face in the graceful curve of her neck.

Her sweet scent he could never forget…

"You smell as divine as before," he mumbled while continuing his sweet, torturous assault on her body. He was not drunk due to alcohol, as he had long sobered up from it, but he was completely drunk with the lust and need he felt for his wife at this moment.

Instinctively, Esther's hand moved to the back of his head, giving into his masterful seduction and she could stop herself from letting out arousing moans, her hands trying to grasp over his body desperately.

Even before she could get used to what he was doing, she felt another shock as she didn't realize when her dress slipped down her chest with her chest band thrown away on the floor.

"Aahh…mmm…"

She tossed her head back with her body arched as she felt his warm mouth devouring her soft mounds. He would alternate between suckling them and kneading them harshly with his rough hands. She lowered her gaze to look at him only to meet his dark eyes looking up at her. The sight of him staring back at her as he tasted her mounds without any hesitation was just too arousing. Those dark eyes were sucking her inside them, inviting her on the journey of pleasure that they haven't felt for so long.

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