Page 108 of A Slight Problem with the Wedding
Gory looked spectacular by firelight, her body pink and smooth, and the rosy tips of her breasts tasting like honey and a hint of vanilla as he closed his mouth over one ample mound and gave a lick of his tongue. At the same time, he stroked her between her thighs to ready her for his entrance, and was not surprised when it did not take long to accomplish the desired result because their bodies seemed to have been made for each other.
They both knew it.
They both felt the perfection of it.
He had removed his arm from its sling, but it hurt like a demon so he merely wrapped that arm around her waist to hold her steady while the less injured one did most of the work. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to him, to his fingers stroking her intimately and readying her for his entrance.
All manner of feelings overcame him as he entered her and filled her. The mindless, primal craving, of course. That heat and hunger could not be denied as his fingers traced the outline of her beautiful form.
But there was also a sense of oneness of their hearts, of the peace in knowing this was the woman who would share a lifetime with him. Hers was the lovely face he would see each morning when he awoke, and her smile was the smile that would brighten each day.
She had closed her eyes, and this allowed him to watch her expression as her own primal needs surfaced. He saw her awareness and a moment of embarrassment as these new sensations washed over her, and felt her trust in him as she gave herself over to his touch and guidance. They were wrapped together in a bubble, only the two of them existing in this moment.
He tasted her as they fell into an easy rhythm of their bodies, and he inhaled the sweet, hot scent of her.
She tasted of warm honey and he could not get enough, for she aroused all his senses.
Her soft coos and purrs of pleasure drove him wild.
He buried his hand in her hair, his fingers plunging and sliding along the lush, silken strands. “Gory, my sweet, sweet wife. I love you.”
“Julius, I’m…”
“I have you, love,” he said, kissing her and knowing she was nearing her release. Lord help him, he was going to burst at any moment, too. But he wanted her to be pleasured first and silently praised heaven when she tumbled over that glorious edge.
He held her and kissed her deeply, kissed her on the mouth to absorb her cries, and followed soon after with his own explosive release that was as forceful as a cannon burst. Grunting and growling, he spilled all he had inside of him as he reached his heights of pleasure. But this was his own fault for not touching – or ever desiring to touch – anyone other than Gory for too long to count.
She was all he ever wanted.
He knew it the moment he first set eyes on her.
She still had her arms wrapped around him, holding onto him tightly as she recovered her composure, her breaths steadying and her heart no longer rampant but falling into an easy beat.
He gave her cheek a light caress as he recovered from the heights of his own release. “That was nice, love.”
She laughed. “That was scandalous.”
“But felt so good, right?” The arm he had taken out of the sling was a fiery burn along the length of it, so he dropped it limply to his side and held her close with just the one less injured arm that also ached, but it was a manageably dull pain and easily ignored.
Mostly, he just felt a great satisfaction. “Truly, Gory. How do you feel? Did I hurt you?”
“No, it all felt wonderful. There is a lot to be said for proper positioning.” She cast him an impish but affectionate smirk. “You know I am never going to look at a chair the same way again.”
He chuckled. “Nor will I.”
He gently lifted her off him and then rose to pour some water onto a dry cloth. After dampening it, he returned to her side and began to wipe the mess of his discharge from her thighs and intimate spot. The cloth came away with a spot of blood on it, too, since this had been Gory’s first time.
He set aside the cloth, feeling a moment of regret that this experience was not more romantic for her. But she did not seem to mind or appear disappointed at all. He was glad for it because her happiness was important to him.
He showed her how much she meant to him by taking her into his arms again and pouring every measure of his love and his heart into a scorching, searing kiss.
She was his now.
His.
And he would always be grateful to the Fates that brought them together.
The kiss might have been a touch too rough, a bit too conquering, but her lips were soft and irresistible, and he had tried his best to keep it gentle.
