Uther did not show it but he always had a keen mind. It did not take long for him to realize that they where both damaged in their own ways. He could not take offense to the name she called him, his own wife's name had slipped between his thrust. It was ironic the two of them had found themselves wrapped around one another. What was her story? Uther wondered what had led them to this moment. His cock thrust and took freely everything it wanted from her body. She was no loose woman skipping out on her husband, it was evident in her body, the resistance it took from a lover in what he could imagine was a very long time.<br/><br/>He was pulled from his little world, his own eyes closed as he saw the face of his wife which remarkably similar to Sarah's. His lids opened, catching her face twisted in building pleasure.<strong>"....Uther..." </strong>He sought to correct her, perhaps hearing his name on her lips would complete what he wanted, giving him that last bit of closure of loosing her.<strong>"Clara..."</strong>Uther mumbled lowly before his hand slid under her back to pull her into his thrust. The turgid flesh began to throb, signaling what was also a very delicate topic. Clara had given him a son, a boy to raise and a family to support. It was what had pushed him to become an honest man.<br/><br/>The Marshall had his romps with the Saloon girls but all he wanted was plant his seed in the woman that looked like Clara, the love of his life and mother of his children.<strong> "Never leave me again."</strong>He said lowly against her lips, kissing her back with the equal passion she had kissed him before he felt himself explode deep inside of her body, filling her walls with his essence.<br/><br/>Walls were shattering all around him, Uther had not felt so exposed in many years it was dangerous...