Belle was never sure how long they held on to each other in that same position, with half his weight resting on top of her. He had withdrawn from inside her, but the firmness of his shaft still grazed her right where they had been joined a while ago. She felt sore in places, but she couldn't dwell on it, not with the overwhelming sense of rightness that consumed her.
They were both completely naked, with no sheet covering their bodies. Her husband lay atop her, his mouth pressed into the curve of her neck, while her hand moved slowly up and down his spine, tracing her fingers along each of the scars etched into his skin.
The chamber remained dim despite it being day, the heavy drapes tightly drawn to shut out every trace of natural light. Only the warm glow from the fireplace illuminated the space.
