Page 91 of The Arcane God

That she didn’t want to do this. It was too hard.

But she couldn’t bring herself to admit those things out loud—to admit how much she was struggling, so she kept it inside.

“I don’t know how to relax anymore,” she said quietly. “The baby could wake at any minute and need me.”

Ty sighed, grabbing her hand and massaging it gently. His touch felt good—strong and intimate—as he rubbed some of the tension out of her. “I could help you remember how…if you want,” Ty said, looking at her with a challenge in his eyes.

“You mean…?” she asked, glancing down at his crotch. “Isn’t it too soon for that?” She was curious about having sex again after…everything, but she was nervous too. She’d finally stopped bleeding after the birth, but everything still felt so different. She didn’t know if it would be the same ever again—just one more thing that she’d lost forever.

“Maybe too soon for my cock, but not my tongue,” he said, a devilish smile on his face.

Despite herself, Ena smiled back at him. His eagerness. His acceptance of her. He was just so…wonderful, it almost broke her heart. Part of her wanted to let him try—maybe it would help make her feel like something in her life was right and as it should be. But another part…

“But I’m…” she began, self-consciousness hitting her gut like a load of bricks.

“You’re what?” Ty asked, arching his eyebrow at her as if he knew what she was about to say. “Incredibly sexy and capable? Smart and powerful? Beautiful and alluring?”

“I’m gross!” she said, scoffing at him. “I’m covered in sticky breastmilk, and my stomach is all stretched out and don’t even get me started on how ruined my pussy is now.”

Ty just stared at her for a second and then laughed. The bastard laughed. It was full-throated and full of a joy she hadn’t heard from him in so long—too long. They’d both been so enmired in their day-to-day, between the baby and traveling, it was hard to find time for joy anymore.

“Ena,” he said as his laughter died down, though the mirth still lingered in his eyes. “You could never be gross. Not possible. Full stop.” He reached out, tracing his finger down her cheek and jaw, as if memorizing the lines of her face. “You know what I see? I see an incredible, gorgeous woman whose body has done amazing things. Given life. Something I could never do. I respect the fuck out of you, Ena, and to be completely honest, keeping my hands off you these last several weeks has been torture, because yes, you are a bit different, but you are just as beautiful as you always have been. If not more so.”

Tears flooded Ena’s eyes, because it was everything she didn’t know she needed to hear. The fact that Ty accepted her body—accepted her—when she was struggling to, meant more than she could say.

Ty leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “Can I please touch you now?”

A corner of Ena’s mouth quirked up, despite her maelstrom of emotions, and she nodded shyly at him.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his praise soothing her nerves.

Ty’s hands moved down her torso to her shirt, which he slowly opened the rest of the way, exposing her full breasts. He knew to avoid her nipples—which were still sensitive and healing, despite the weeks of breastfeeding—so instead, he reached out and gently cupped her breasts in his large hands and stared at them reverently.

“I know these aren’t just mine anymore,” he said, “but fucking Iblis, they are things of beauty.” Following his words, he lowered his head and kissed her gently, right on the top of her breast. Then he dragged his tongue down her, licking up the line of milk that had dripped onto her stomach.

“So fucking sweet,” he said, his voice rumbling over her.

Ena felt her breath hitch as he trailed kisses down her stomach. Her desire to do anything besides sleep had been dormant the last several weeks, but now, under Ty’s ministrations, she felt it spark back to life.

Ty continued to lick and kiss his way lower, and lower, until he got to the line of her pants. He trailed his tongue along the waistline, teasing her, and she felt her pussy throb in response.

Roughly, he grabbed them and pulled them down in one smooth motion, exposing her pussy and ass to the cold night air. He dragged his hands under her, squeezing her fleshy rear end firmly. “Iblis, I want to bite this so bad right now,” he said, giving it an extra squeeze for good measure.

Ena giggled quietly, not wanting to wake the baby, who was still sleeping on the other side of the tent, and Gaia, it felt good to do so. To have fun with her husband again.

Ty slid her pants the rest of the way down and parted her legs so she was fully open to him. He stared at her like he’d been waiting days to feast on a much-anticipated meal.

“Now,” he said, stroking her thighs gently with his hands and locking eyes with her, “what is it you are going to do for me?”

“Tell you what I like and what I don’t like,” she said, feeling a little breathless now. She was nervous, but not in a bad way. Somehow, it felt like this was her first time all over again, and she was curious what it would feel like now.

“Good girl,” he said again. Then he lowered his head between her thighs and gave her a gentle kiss right above her clit. The gentleness of it—the teasing—sent shivers across her body. Then he did it again—just barely missing the spot where she was craving his touch.

“Ty,” she groaned in pleasure and half-annoyance.

“Yes, my dark goddess? Is there something you want?” he asked, the corner of his mouth quirking up.

“Touch me,” she said, just a hint of pleading in her voice.