26. Eliza

Later that night Edward and I were finally alone in our bedroom. Some moonlight filtered in through the windows, shrouding the room into a near-mystical glow.

“Eliza,” he said, pulling me into his arms. “My beautiful, brave Eliza. I love you so much!”

“I love you too, Edward,” I said, nuzzling my head against his shoulder.

“Say it again,” he rasped.

“Edward,” I whispered.

“Ah, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you saying my name. Your voice is the best sound in the entire world.”

I reflected on how fitting it had been that after six years his name had been the first sound off my lips and how satisfying it had been.

The twins were with my brothers, watched and fretted over with all the love their uncles had for them, so that Edward and I could enjoy our first real night ever, together in peace.

“No more dragon,” I said with just a trace of regret. I had enjoyed riding on him, flying through the sky.

“Don’t be so fast.” Edward grinned, and I felt a flutter going over his arm. For a second I saw glittered scales before they were gone.

“Edward?”

“I can turn into a dragon at will now,” he explained. “The green witch told me I’m not bound to nighttime. So whenever your little heart desires to go for a ride…” He trailed off and I pulled his head down to kiss him.

“Maybe tomorrow,” I mumbled, “or the day after. Tonight I just want you. All to myself.”

“I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to marry,” Edward said. “I will have—”

I broke him off, “Do you think maybe we can postpone it? With Constancia gone, it would be nice to go see my father…”

“You want to get married in Fable Forest?” he guessed.

“If you’re okay with it, we could have two weddings, one here for your friends and family and one—”

He put his finger on my lips. “One wedding will be enough. In Fable Forest with your father. Mine won’t like it, but he’ll come. And my friends… my true friends will be there as well.”

“Oh, Edward.” If it had been possible, I would have loved him even more just then.

“Now, enough talk.” He lifted me and carried me to our bed.

“All I want now is to worship my bride and hear her scream my name in pleasure.”

And I did. Often.

We had made love so many times before, but this was the first time unhurried, in bed, with darkness surrounding us. His kisses left hot trails over my skin and my nipples pebbled as soon as he began unbuttoning my dress.

He sucked one stiff peak into his mouth, teased it with his teeth and I shuddered underneath him. “Oh, Edward.”

“Yes, my sweet, my love. Say it again, I can’t hear it often enough.”

“Edward,” I moaned as he kissed a trail down between my breasts, moving lower and lower.

My pussy was becoming drenched in its own juices before Edward even reached my naval. Restlessly and in deep anticipation, my legs never ceased moving on the satin sheets—continually searching for elusive friction—then opening wide for him to give him access to my most secret place. The one made only for him.

“Edward,” I cried when his tongue parted my folds and he began to lick at me.

“I’m here my love. Always,” he mumbled, nuzzling at me.

His hands gripped my hips and ass on both sides to anchor me, then he lifted me so he could glide his tongue down my slit from one end to the other. He repeated the process until I felt him pushing it into my hole, causing me to inhale sharply, already feeling the first tensing of my muscles, anticipating them knotting in the most delicious manner.

He licked me again and took my clit between his lips, nipped at it with his dull teeth, making me writhe and pant as he mercilessly held me tight.

“Edward,” I warned on the cusp of coming.

“Come for me, my beautiful,” he demanded, sucking more intensely.

Hot heat that felt thick like lava moved through my body. My muscles tightened even more, a hard lump formed inside my core and I tensed in anticipation until my body released a stream of liquid and I screamed my pleasure out into the night.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Edward hummed against my most sensitive spots, pulling himself up higher on me. His lips devoured mine, and I tasted myself on them as wave after wave of bliss still moved through me.

His hard cock teased my entrance, then he lifted my hips to allow his thick shaft to enter me. Spreading me in a breathtaking thrust as another cry escaped me and I came again.

It was a night of sheer passion and pleasure. We made love, took a bath, ate, napped for an hour here and there, only to awaken to another urge to have sex again. We just couldn’t get enough of one another and I had a feeling it would be many years—maybe never—before we ever would.

I loved this man with every fiber of my being and I knew he loved me too. I had found what every princess was born to find, my own, very happily ever after.