Chapter 38

Chapter 38

The perfect day had still not come to an end. As the final guests departed and the house settled into a hushed stillness, Edward took Vivianne by the hand without saying a single word, guiding her up the grand staircase toward their private chambers.

The anticipation that had simmered all evening now bubbled over into an almost palpable energy between them. Her heart raced as they drew closer to the privacy of their room, closer to the fulfillment of the promise he had whispered earlier that night.

Once inside, he closed the door behind them, the soft click of the latch echoing in the quiet room. The glow of the fireplace bathed the room in a soft, intimate glow. He turned to her, his gaze intense and full of desire, and slowly approached, his movements deliberate and filled with purpose.

She stood there, breathless, her eyes locked on his, feeling the heat radiating from his body even before he reached her. He gently cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing across her cheeks.

“I could barely wait to have you all to myself,” he said, and the very sound of his voice, so deep and masculine, made her entire body erupt into gooseflesh. “I’ve dreamed of you like this, with no one else around us… just us.”

His lips captured hers in a deep, passionate kiss, the kind that spoke of everything he hadn’t been able to say in front of the others. She melted into him, her hands clutching the fabric of his jacket as if to anchor herself against the overwhelming wave of desire that threatened to consume her.

He slowly began to undo the delicate buttons of her gown, his fingers brushing against her skin and sending shivers down her spine. She helped him, her hands trembling slightly with anticipation as she removed his coat, letting it fall to the floor in a forgotten heap. His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, then to the sensitive spot just below her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he murmured, “I love you... more than words can say.”

As her gown slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet, he pulled back for a moment to take her in, his eyes dark with love and desire.

“You are so beautiful,” he said softly, his voice barely more than a breath. She blushed under his gaze, feeling both exposed and cherished in a way she had never known before.

He drew her to him once more, his hands exploring the curves of her body with a reverent tenderness. She felt his need for her in every touch, every kiss, each one more passionate than the last. She responded eagerly, her fingers tracing the muscles of his back, her body arching into his with an almost instinctual urgency.

He lifted her, carrying her to the bed with a strength and ease that made her gasp, laying her gently onto the soft sheets. She watched him, her breath catching in her throat, as he undressed, revealing the lean, muscular form that had always been hidden beneath layers of fine clothing. The sight of him, all of him, sent a wave of heat coursing through her body.

He climbed onto the bed, hovering over her for a moment, his eyes searching hers, seeking permission, affirmation. She answered with a kiss, pulling him down to her, her hands threading through his hair and urging him closer. Their bodies moved together, finding a rhythm as old as time itself, a dance of love and desire that needed no music, no words.

His hands explored every inch of her. She was lost in him, in the feel of his body against hers, the intoxicating scent of him surrounding her, the taste of him on her lips. She had never felt so alive, so utterly connected to another person.

She could feel his lips trailing down an invisible line of kisses down her neck, her collarbone. She gasped softly when his lips circled around her pebbled nipple, gently taking it into his mouth. The warmth of his breath took her by surprise, and she gripped him, keeping him close. His tongue teased her, played with her, while her body yearned for more.

His finger slid between her thighs, caressing her most intimate flesh. She spread her legs for him, welcoming him into her wet heat. She moaned as he probed her, his kisses relentless.

“Do you like that?” she heard him ask, and all she could do was moan again in response.

His fingers played with her as he covered her body completely with hers. He was tasting every inch of her, devouring her, claiming her as his own, and she wanted nothing more than to be all his. Then, his lips pulled away from her nipple, and he locked eyes with her. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

She had never felt more vulnerable, and yet, more desirable. She could feel his manhood straining underneath her thigh, her entire body reacting to him. She wanted to be branded with his touch, leaving no inch of her body and soul unclaimed by him.

His fingers slipped through the dark patch of curls between her legs again and she could feel herself becoming wet, a sensation she had never known before. His eyes never left her face, and she couldn’t resist the desire to bite her bottom lip. His eyes shone in a dark way that consumed her entirely.

He circled her bud again and again, and a gasp of pleasure erupted from her lips.

“I love how wet you are for me,” he whispered, and her hips bucked toward him, yearning for more.

Her body had never trembled like that before, and when she locked eyes with his, she could see that he, too, was close to losing control. Her breasts rose and fell heavily as she breathed, waiting for him to take her. Without any warning, he lowered his lips to her nipple again, tugging at it playfully, while his fingers worked relentlessly to bring her over the edge.

Her gasps started to mingle with her moans. She never wanted him to stop. Never ever.

“Don’t stop…” she begged him, and he gladly obeyed.

He worked with even more fervor, his tongue lapping at her skin, his fingers sliding inside of her gently, as much as her body allowed, while his thumb drew circles around her swollen bud.

The sensation was momentary. She exploded, her body washed over by a tidal wave of heat that spread through every vein, through every conscious and unconscious thought. He pulled away, allowing her to draw a breath through the hasty moans.

He watched her with those dark eyes, drinking in the sight of her.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?” he asked, breathless.

“Edward…” She moaned, his name a prayer that sent yet another bolt of yearning through her. “I need you… I love you…”

“I love when you say my name,” he replied.

“Edward… my love… Edward…” she kept repeating, and then, his fingers were substituted by something else, something she had felt on her skin, but not inside of her… not yet.

Her eyes fluttered open, seeking his. Their foreheads were touching, his face low and close to hers.

“Tell me if I cause you any pain, my love,” he murmured softly against her lips.

She shook her head. That was unthinkable. He could never cause her any pain. Never.

Instead of telling him, she showed him by wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him even closer to herself. As he slowly lowered himself into her, she felt a fierce pleasure that intermingled with pain. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. And she wanted so much more.

“It feels so good to be inside of you…” he rasped.

“I want to be yours,” she replied. “Make me all yours, Edward…”

That was all he needed to hear, and he slid into her deeply, fully, truly making her his, tearing through the fragile confines of what was once her maidenhood. Her eyelids fluttered with the sensation of her body accepting him into herself, their two bodies becoming one. She could feel the discomfort, but it was shadowed by the pleasure. Her insides were on fire while her hands caressed his face, their eyes locked onto each other.

That was when his lips came crashing down upon hers, as she clung to him, rocking to the rhythm of his body against hers. Everything she had ever wanted had been gifted to her at that moment, as he kept thrusting into her with more urgency, with more yearning, with more desperation.

She couldn’t recognize herself at that moment. She couldn’t because she was no longer herself. She became a beast of desire just like him, demanding all of him as he left her breathless with each thrust. She felt him deeply inside of her, her hips bucking to meet his.

A cry escaped her when she reached the peak of pleasure, and his own roar of desire mingled with hers. He held her tightly, spilling into her, both of them breathing heavily.

He had claimed her. He had claimed everything she had to give. She smiled at the thought.

Several moments later, he fell to the side of her, still keeping his arms around her, not letting go. “Are you all right?” he asked.

“How could I not be?” She smiled in response.

Her body felt tired, but at the same time, she wondered how was she expected to sleep after something like that. How on earth did people sleep after such pleasure?

She felt his hand caressing her back, swirling gentle strokes, and it soothed her. That was exactly what she needed as her eyelids fluttered shut slowly, without her even realizing.

“Sleep, my love…” he whispered into her ear.

She nestled into his chest and fell asleep. Finally, everything was as it was supposed to be. She was exactly where she was supposed to be, and that was the perfect ending to a perfect day.