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fifty-three
'Is there a difference between love and intimacy
if one is meant to strengthen the other?'
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The second the celebrations stopped and the cheers died down, Paul grabbed (Y/N)'s wrist and brought her back to their shared tent. The crowds were still celebrating amongst each other, which gave them some privacy for the time being.
What were you thinking?! was what Paul wanted to ask her, but instead, he cupped his wife's face the second she turned around and molded his lips to hers. She kissed back, dazed from the suddenness.
"I thought I was going to lose you," he whispered, his mouth hovering over hers in a tantalizing distance.
"I thought I lost you," (Y/N) replied, her voice matching his.
Paul stared into her eyes. It was like he was looking into her soul, with a gaze filled with love and worry. One of his hands moved, his fingers traveling up the back of her neck to tangle into her hair.
"Paul..."
The second his wife whispered his name, his lips found hers. Their mouths melded together, perfectly fitting each other in a tender embrace. An arm wrapped around (Y/N)'s waist, the sound of her husband's breathing filling her ears. It was comforting, in a way. Knowing he was alive and able to produce a sound that showed it.
Paul's body pressed against hers, the kiss growing more intense and messy. His fingers gently tugged at (Y/N)'s hair, eliciting a gasp that made him smirk against her lips. His tongue parted her lips, teasingly exploring the depths of what lay inside. She retaliated, her body pressing harder against his, fusing their mouths together in a heated kiss.
The last time this happened, it was back on Caladan. Just after the wedding reception. But this, this was fueled by something far greater than just a means of distracting the bride's mother. This was the blooming flower of love sprouting into its final forms before it spread its offspring and grew in size.
A soft groan made her ears perk. Paul's hands found her waist, and pushed her. Her back hit the bed, and he pounced on her like a predator to prey. A gasp slipped, muffled by a hot kiss, almost becoming a moan. The sound of his wife even creating such a sound for the first time in his presence wrecked Paul. He had to stop a gasp of his own as (Y/N)'s fingers dug into his back, his hips settled between her legs and pushing forward to fit snugly like a puzzle piece.
Paul's mouth left hers, gently kissing her cheek before his lips found her jaw, then traveled lower, pausing at a certain spot on her neck that made her shiver. (Y/N)'s head tipped back, her eyes closing with heavier breaths, the motion causing her hips to move a fraction. Her husband smirked, nipping at her neck, his hips pushing forward with a torturous pressure.
He held it for a moment, then let go.
(Y/N) let out a soft grunt, glaring down at him.
"What?" Paul murmured, an innocent smirk plastered on his face.
Just to tease her, he angled his hips, pushing forward to dig into a spot that caused her legs to wrap around his waist. (Y/N)'s head tipped back, her eyes rolling back into her head, something of a whimper escaping her vocal cords. Paul ducked his head, his tongue gliding along the column of her throat.
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𝐲𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐧 ⁀➴ paul atreides
Fanfic(n.) - two people meant to be together; destiny ↳ ❝ [ Yuanfen ] ❞ ━ paul atreides x fem! reader ┕ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, (y/n) is in an arranged marriage with a man she doesn't...
