23. Amaya

The last guest bids us good night as Siderus and I head to our rooms. Our rooms, because we are now husband and wife. I glance at my new husband out of the corner of my eyes. He is still as handsome as when I saw him hours earlier at the ceremony.

His hair is pulled back, bound with deep red leather binding the long tail. His suit is trim and shows off his athletic form. As if he senses my thoughts, he looks over at me, a grin teasing his mouth and turning him from handsome to gorgeous.

I stop at our door, feeling exhilarated and nervous as I know what comes next. Our wedding night.

Siderus opens the door, swinging it wide, and takes my hand in his. "Are you ready to start our night, wife? I hope you rested in the days before the ceremony because we have three days and nights before we are expected to entertain anyone."

The heat in his eyes tells me we will hardly leave the bed once the door shuts behind us. I stand on my tiptoes, reaching his mouth, a feat even with my heels. I pull back, a happy smile on my face as I look up into his eyes. "I can't wait, husband. Just you and I for the next three days."

He leans down and returns the kiss, his voice a whisper against my lips. "Neither can I wife."

I let out a laugh as he pulls me up into his arms and carries me through the doors, kicking it shut behind us. Siderus walks across the room to the chairs by the fire, sitting me down in the closest chair.

He kneels before me, taking my hands in his. For a moment, he bows his head over my hands silently. Then he looks up, and I am surprised to see tears in his eyes. "I didn't think I would ever get this. To have my mate, the woman I love, married to me. To have this night and many other nights with her."

He leans up, kissing me so softly and gently that it brings tears to my eyes. When he pulls back, he gently wipes the tears that escaped. "Never sadness, my sweet. I only want to bring you joy."

I can't help the sob that escapes me. After years of loneliness, to hear those words means everything.

I lean up and take his mouth in a passionate kiss, my hands cupping his face. When I pull back, we are both breathing heavily and the tender look in his eyes is replaced with desire. Slowly, he brings his hands up to my hair, gently unpinning my veil and headpiece.

With reverence, he places it in a box I didn't notice was on the table til now. He removes my wedding jewelry, placing it all in the box with the veil.

He moves back, pulling the long skirt of my wedding gown up and revealing my heels, the crystals studding them glinting in the firelight. Siderus takes them off. His large hands are gentle as he moves up and slowly removes the silk stockings, setting the garters in the box with the rest.

I inhale sharply at his hands on my bare skin. His touch is gentle as he pulls me up, moving around me to loosen the ties of my gown. I can't help but feel nervous as he does this. He's done it many times before, but this time feels different. He leans down, pressing a warm kiss to the nape of my neck.

"My wife, my mate, I feel your trembling. I hope this is excitement and not fear."

I turn in his embrace, my gown loosening at my movement. I look up at him with a soft smile. "Excitement, maybe a few nerves. But never fear."

Siderus gives a soft laugh, his expression earnest. "I feel the same way. This is not the first time for us. I don't understand why."

It clicks for me then. I take his hands in mine, "Because it's our first time as husband and wife."

His expression clears. "That must be it. Because while I admit that I'm nervous…" His eyes become heated. "I also feel like I will jump out of my skin if I don't have my lovely wife naked and on that bed soon."

He pulls my dress down my shoulders and off, puddling at my feet. He watches me as he kneels at my feet, his hands warm as they move up my legs. He grabs my chemise and pulls it up, pausing when it is above my waist, revealing my sex to his gaze. I inhale sharply as he lays a light finger against my bare pussy.

A self-satisfied smirk comes over his face as he pulls back his hand, revealing glistening fingers in the light. "You're so wet for me, wife."

With one hand he rips my chemise away, tossing it behind me. With the other hand, he parts my pussy, revealing the wetness I know is dripping from me.

I gasp as he turns us and pins me to the thick rug under me, spreading my legs wide. I cry out at the feel of his tongue on me. I can't help the sounds coming from me as he licks and sucks at my flesh. I moan as his fingers join his tongue.

My hands fist his hair, pulling it free of the binding as I hold him to me, not wanting him to stop. I open my eyes as I see his eyes watching me. The erotic sight is enough to send me over the edge. I shriek, arching into his mouth and pressing his head against me, not wanting it to end.

It is minutes, hours, I don't know how long, before I open my eyes again. When I do, I see my husband gloriously nude and kneeling before me. He parts my thighs, settling between them to give me a view of his thick, straining cock. The tip is dark, dripping with pre-cum.

He grasps it in a large hand, stroking it up and down. I find myself entranced by the image before me.

He pulls us to our feet and moves us to the mirror in the corner. Siderus pulls me into him, his hard muscled chest pressing against my back.

He tilts my hips, holding a leg up as he does. I blush when I see what he's doing. I lean back against him as he grasps his thick cock and slowly feeds it into me.

I feel him shudder. I look to where we are joined, and I understand why. His dark thick cock stretching the rosy folds of my sex is an erotic sight. Slowly he moves, stretching me til I feel him touching my womb. I moan in disappointment as he pulls back, the tip barely inside me.

Then he slams inside me,making me cry out. Siderus growls. "So fucking tight. So wet. All for me, right, sweetness?" I don't answer. I can't think beyond how good he feels inside me.

It takes a moment to realize he is not moving. I open my eyes, watching him in the mirror. He stares into my eyes, "You didn't answer, wife." His hand moves down my body, his hand stroking the bundle of nerves above where we are joined.

The pleasure has me arching my hips, I try to move. I want to cry when a strong arm holds me immobile. His hand still stroking my clit threatens to send me into overload. "Do you want to come, Amaya?"

I frantically nod my head, so close I can taste it. He smirks, making me growl in frustration. "Then answer me, wife. Are you wet for me? Only me?"

I nod frantically, moving back against him, "Yes. Only for you, Siderus!"

His light, teasing strokes turn harder and firmer. "Who do you belong to?"

His voice is a growl at my ear as he begins to thrust faster and deeper inside me, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. "Who's cock gets to fuck this pretty little pussy?"

I cry out at his words. "You, Siderus! I belong only to you! Please!"

I scream as the combination of his fingers and hard cock sends me over the edge. When I come back to myself, Siderus has us seated in a chair, still facing the mirror.

I see myself sprawled over his lap, my legs spread wide and see his hard cock still inside me. It is an erotic sight. I feel him still inside me, stretching me in the most pleasurable way.

He turns my face to him, taking my mouth in a deep kiss. His tongue tangles with mine, deepening the kiss. I moan when his hands touch whatever skin he can reach. Panting, I pull back, watching him in the mirror.

Siderus wraps a long arm around my waist and stands. I gasp when he spins me around and wraps my legs around his waist. My hands grasp at his shoulders. For a moment, neither of us moves or speaks.

The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing and the crackling of the fire. Siderus moves, walking the short distance to the bed. I tighten my hold as he rocks inside me, pressing against that spot with every step. When we make it to the bed, Siderus is trembling, his control hanging by a thread.

To my surprise, he lays down on the bed, pulling me down til I straddle his thick cock. He looks up at me, his hands on my curvy hips. Every muscle stands out in stark relief as he growls at me, his eyes burning with intensity. "Ride me, bride. Ride me hard."

I hesitate. While Siderus and I have made love countless times, we have never tried with me on top.

Siderus senses my hesitation. His hands tighten on my hips, guiding me. Slowly I move up and down, while Siderus encourages me til I find the right pace.

I gasp as a hand moves up my torso, cupping a bouncing breast in his palm. I shiver at the sensations going through me at the feel of his hands on my skin. His thick cock stretches me so well. I pick up the pace and do as my husband asked me to do.

I ride him hard. He growls, both hands now on my hips as he thrusts up, bouncing me on his cock as he does. "Siderus, oh gods!" I cry out as I come, shaking from the intensity of it.

I collapse onto his chest, shivering as the movement pushes him deeper inside me. He flips us over, pinning me to the bed. His arms wrap around my thighs, spreading my legs wide apart. The move holds my hips still as he begins a hard, pounding pace.

His strong arms hold me still, making me accept the brutal rhythm. The pleasure borders on pain but feels so good. I feel Siderus shudder as he comes. His roar of completion echoes around the room as his hot seed fills me, sending me into a release so intense my vision goes white.

When I come to, I'm pressed against Siderus's side. His dark skin glistens in the firelight and his normally neat dark hair is tangled around his face. His eyes glow with satisfaction. But most importantly, they glow with love as they gaze down at me.

"I love you, Amaya. In ways I didn't think I could love anyone." He smiles tenderly at me as he leans down, taking my mouth in a gentle kiss. Our path has not been easy, but so long as we are together, we can face anything.