𝐄𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬: 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞|𝟏𝟖+

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭#𝟓

*Warning* I don't put warnings usually before smut but girl here is an SA surviver so be aware. If you feel uncomfortable reading it, please don't read.

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"Then let me serve you heaven, my wifey."

Marek carefully pulled Inara up and took her to their bedroom. He then carefully laid her down on the bed and hovered above her, closing their distance and attaching her lips to his.

Inara savored the kiss as she pulled him closer, her naked chest pressing against his buff one, the feeling overwhelming her even more.

As he took off the last of his clothing, Inara's breath hitched seeing his massive dick for the first time. Past times, everything had been forceful and she never enjoyed it but now she wanted it, right?

Marek noticed the change of expression on his wife's face, making him lean down, and place his arms on either side of her head. Something he would do which calmed her down often.

"Talk to me baby, like we practiced, come on," he encouraged her to voice her thoughts, staring at her beautiful face. "Hmm?"

A shiver ran through her, not from pleasure but from something colder, something deeper. It started small, like a distant sound she couldn't quite place, until suddenly—

She wasn't here anymore.

She wasn't in this bed, wasn't with him.

Inara's lips parted, but the words stuck. How could she explain that for a moment, she wasn't with him, wasn't at this time? That her body still reacted to memories she wanted to forget?

His fingers brushed her cheek—not to pull her back, not to force her to respond, but just to remind her he was here. That she was here.

Her throat felt tight, but she forced herself to swallow. "I... I don't know," she whispered. "It's like—I just... froze. I couldn't move. I didn't mean to, I just—"

He shook his head gently. "It's okay. We don't have to do anything, baby. Nothing that makes you uncomfortable."

"No I want to, I don't want to be scared of pleasure," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as he let her speak. "I love it with you. It feels so good and I don't want to feel guilty of liking it."

Marek's heart clenched as he watched her talk but because he wanted her to speak, he reassured her even more. "My sweet precious wife, you should never feel guilty about liking pleasure. It's not wrong for a couple to have sex and enjoy it."

His blood boiled at the thought of other people who had touched her. Not at her. Never at her.

His jaw clenched as he imagined it, the way she must have felt, the fear, the helplessness. The way she still flinched sometimes, like a ghost of a memory, was still gripping her wrist, still whispering in her ear.

He had seen it tonight, how she had frozen in his arms. Her breathing had gone shallow, and her body stiff, as if she were bracing for something worse. Inara wasn't here with him at that moment. She had been somewhere else. With someone else. Someone who had left a scar so deep that even now, even in safety, she still felt the echoes of it.

"I know, that's why I want it. I want to love you the same way you do," Inara breathed out and closed her eyes with a shy smile. "I want to feel you, Marek, please."

How could he deny her request? Those soft precious eyes asking for something and the great Marek not being on his knees for her? Impossible.

"If you feel uncomfortable at any time, you tell me," he ordered softly but she only nodded. "Give me words, baby."