Page 35 of A Touch of Fate

“You’re only eighteen, Emma. You’re very inexperienced, so I treat you how a good husband should treat his young virgin bride, but trust me, no part of me wants to stop.”

His words made me flush, but then he pushed his fingers deeper into me and pressed harder against my clit, and any sane thought left my mind. Silence settled over us except for my pants and moans and Samuel’s deep breathing. I could feel my control slipping more and more as my pleasure mounted.

I bit my lip, and tension shot through my belly as waves of pleasure radiated from my center all through my body. Samuel looked up, his intense gaze focusing on my face. In the throes of my orgasm, I was unable to look away, to do anything but allow my body to run the show and ride the waves of pleasure. Samuel watched me the entire time, only briefly averting his gaze to watch his fingers on me,in me. He still moved them, but slower,his thumb only lightly circling my sensitive clit. I was lost in the sensations, amazed at my body, at his ability to allow me this.

His fingers kept up their teasing, allowing me to relish the pleasurable aftermath of my release. Then he pushed off me, straightening to his full impressive height, and started undressing. My eyes followed his progress, terrified and excited, as he shed one piece of clothing after the other until he stood before me completely naked. I exhaled when I caught sight of his erection, exhilarated that I had done this to him, but at the same time scared of having him in me. He was so much bigger than two fingers, which had already been uncomfortable.

Sleeping with someone, with him, had always been such an abstract concept. For a long time, I hadn’t thought it would happen to me at all. I’d never felt more woman than I did at this moment, strangely empowered by my body’s reaction.

Samuel climbed back on the bed. “Is this what you want?”

What I wanted? My body wanted every part of Samuel and had never felt a desire more potent. My head wanted love and affection, wanted the fantasy version of how a first time was supposed to be. I wasn’t a dreamer.

“Yes,” I breathed out, half tempted to ask him the same question. He gave a curt nod before he pushed my legs apart so he could settle between them. His actions were very effective, considerate, and kind, but they weren’t affectionate. I shut my head down, knowing full well these thoughts weren’t going to help. He lowered himself to his elbows. My breaths came faster, and my heart thundered in my chest when I felt a light pressure. This was it.

Samuel held my gaze and brushed his lips across mine in a surprising act of gentleness before he started to push in. I clung to his back and gasped against his mouth from pain this time. I forced myself to relax. Fighting the pain would only make it worse. I knew all about pain, and this was nothing incomparison. His expression became strained as he entered me slowly, then paused when he was inside me. I shivered, trying to get used to the intense stretching sensation.

Samuel looked at my face, then did the first light thrust. I winced, my breath hitching. He kept moving very slowly, his eyes on me.

Maybe I should have been embarrassed by his continuous gaze, but he was so calm and confident that it helped with my own nerves.

His thrusts soon became harder, faster, and the twinge turned into a throbbing pain, but I kissed him and held back the whimpers because I’d waited for this moment. Maybe I was still trying to prove everyone who thought I couldn’t lead a normal life wrong.

He came with a groan and shudder, and I felt him release into me, felt his twitch and his muscles softening. For a moment, he remained in me, on me, but then he rolled off, his chest heaving.

I turned my head toward him, my breath coming in short, stunned exhales as the reality of what just happened set in. He’d claimed me and had enjoyed it from the look of it. I could have laughed and cried from joy despite the throbbing between my thighs. I wanted to scream at the people who’d thought this marriage would never come to be.

Samuel closed his eyes with a sigh, and I allowed myself to trace his body with my eyes—his wide chest, his ripped stomach, narrow waist, and the trimmed dark blond hair around his half-erect cock. His thighs and erection were smeared with my blood, causing me to flush.

I wanted to touch him with a despaired longing I was entirely unfamiliar with, but he didn’t feel like mine to touch yet. I was his, by law, by tradition, and because he’d claimed me as such, but he didn’t feel like mine. I wondered if he ever would.

Pleasure hummed dully in my body. When I’d caught my breath, I sat up. I needed to clean up. The proof of Emma’s innocence stained my legs and the sheets. I could feel her eyes on me. When I met her gaze, she flushed and smiled shyly. “Are you okay?” I asked, my voice still rough with lust.

Emma hadn’t been very vocal about her pain, but looking at my cock and her thighs, I couldn’t imagine she hadn’t been in pain. Maybe I should have been more careful, but a primal part had taken control, spurred on by the knowledge that I was the first to claim her.

She gave a small nod.

She was a beautiful girl, a beautifulwoman, now my wife. I wished fate hadn’t shackled her to me. So much darkness lay in her past, and I carried too much darkness for it not to stain her future.

She reminded me of a deer in the headlights as she lay beside me, still gloriously naked, her skin flushed from what we’d done. She was gorgeous, and my desire had run the show the moment I’d seen her half-naked body. “Do you need anything?”

She sat up with a wince, her eyes taking in her smeared thighs. “I need to wash myself.”

“I’m going to take a shower. I can take you with me.”

Surprise crossed her face. She gave a small nod and smiled gratefully. Then her expression changed. “I can shower by myself.”

“I know. But we might as well do it together.”

I stood and picked her up. To my surprise, my body was already asking for more. But I ignored its call and carried Emma into the bathroom, then stepped into the shower with her. I tried to turn on the water but needed my hands to hold her up.

“Let me,” she said and turned the shower on. The first spray of water was ice cold, as it always took a few seconds to warm up. I had spent only a couple of nights in the place to look for possible improvements before we moved in together, but that was one thing I’d learned quickly. Emma sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers clamping around my bicep as her wide eyes met mine. I chuckled at her shock. She relaxed when the water finally turned warm and pursed her lips.

“You could have warned me,” she said with a small, coy smile.

“Who would have thought that a bit of cold water would make you scream louder than sex with me.”

Her lips fell open. I hadn’t intended to show my true personality to Emma so shortly after our wedding, but keeping up a front in private was hard work, and I was exhausted from all the fake pleasantries of the day.

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