Chapter 21

CHAPTER21

The carriage ride seemed to take a single second, during which Leo could not take his hands, eyes, or lips off of Jane. Reluctantly, he withdrew from her, still holding her by the hand as they jumped out of the carriage, only to realize that it had commenced to rain on their way back. He barely acknowledged the wet drops on his face and clothes as they ran to the house. He relished the sound of her voice as she giggled.

As soon as they entered the house, they resumed kissing. He felt like the entire world had faded into oblivion. Only the two of them were left. Nothing else mattered. He knew that he would never get tired of her voice, her kisses, her touch. Just like she was bound to him, forever, so was he to her.

The sensation of her small hands on his face brought him back to the present moment. She was holding him close to her as if she were afraid he might disappear. He felt as if he were truly seeing her for the first time this evening. She was such a revelation, such a blessing. A golden sun that had been sent to warm up the rest of his days, and now that he finally recognized her as such, he was certain that he would never let her go again.

He felt her passion, but instead of kissing her back equally ardently, he gentled the kiss. He wanted to take his time with her, to relish every single second, now that the moment had finally come, the moment he had been waiting for.

They twirled around each other, making hasty and clumsy steps towards his bed chamber with him leading the way. In the several seconds that they were running from the carriage to the house, they had gotten wet, and he wanted them both out of their clothes as soon as possible. As they entered his bed chamber, he closed the door behind him with one swift kick of his foot.

“You are soaked,” he murmured into her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. “I want you out of these clothes.”

He lifted his gaze to meet hers. She was breathtaking. Her eyes sparkled with a magic he had never known before. Every single part of her was beautiful beyond description. His heart was now beating inside his throat as he swallowed a rush of lust. Then, her words stunned him into reverent obsession.

“Take them off, then,” she instructed softly but determinedly.

His fingers played with the buttons of her gown. There seemed to be an endless row of them. He wanted to tear them all apart and reveal the soft, pale flesh underneath, but he knew he couldn’t do that. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbled. It was a perfect show of his own emotions. His hands trembled as he took off her clothes, unable to shake away the feeling that this was something new, unlike anything ever before. She was certainly not the first woman he had ever disrobed, but she would be the last. She would be the only one who had ever made him tremble before her in such a manner as to wish to bury himself into her and allow the pleasure to wash over him.

He continued to kiss her gently, inciting more and more flames in both of them. Her soft moans assured him that she was as eager for this as he was. He wanted her so much he felt like he would die if he didn’t have her tonight. She was all he needed to breathe, to live. The animal inside of him took over again, nipping her throat tenderly then he licked the place, leaving it wet. His manhood roared inside his pants. It was a persistent need, a desire that could be satiated in only one manner.

It took him a few more moments, and she was naked in all her breathless glory. His own finery—coat, waistcoat, shirt, trousers—was all still on him. She noticed it, looking down at him. He was as quick with his own clothes as he was with hers. He felt as if the entire room was in flames, but the fire raged on inside of him.

Both of them finally naked, he approached her, pressing his body against hers. She felt scorching hot to the touch, her body trembling. Her hands lay flat on his chest. He had been dreaming of this moment for so long. Eagerness made him shiver. Her touch was electrifying. He was dying to kiss her but looking at her was more tempting. He inhaled deeply, a slave to her touch.

He pressed his hands softly against hers, guiding her up so that her hands were now on his shoulders. His lowered down to her waist. He didn’t want a single inch of distance between their bodies. Her smell was so divine. She was so delicious, so tantalizing. All his. Finally, his. He was free to look at her as much as he wanted, to kiss her as much as he wanted, to make love to her all night long.

Their eyes locked. She was looking at him in a way he had never been looked at before. It brought him to the brink of madness.

“You can’t look at me like that,” he admonished, her eyes wickedly sinful.

“Why?” she whispered back.

“Because I might lose all control with you,” he murmured back.

His fingers on her waist were keeping her motionless. She felt softer than he had imagined, her skin like the petals of a morning rose.

“What if I want you to lose control?” Her response once again stunned him into shock, into surprise, into utter disbelief.

He brought their foreheads together. “Sometimes… I don’t know if you a blessing or a curse…”

Those were the only words he could muster before their lips locked again, crashing against each other once more, and this time, he knew there would be no turning back. He lifted her body up into the air, bringing her to the bed where he laid her softly on it, so gently, as if he were afraid that she was made of the finest porcelain, and unless he was careful, she would break, never to be assembled again.

Their stares were pinned to each other still although their lips unlocked. He could not stop staring at her as if she were the most precious thing he had ever seen. At that moment, desire took over. He gently took her breasts into his hands. Her nipples became erect instantly, the sensation electrifying. His entire body was pulsing with the need for her.

She moaned softly as he continued to kiss her breast, taking a nipple into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it gently then started to suck on it. Her own fingers traversed the distance from his shoulders to his lower back. It was a caress as light as a feather, ticklish almost, enhancing his need.

He had to feel her. His hand lowered to the throbbing place between her thighs, his finger feeling the wetness. He knew that he was the first man who ever touched her there, and the knowledge filled him with pride, with tenderness, with love. He parted her wet folds slowly at first then hastening the pace. His tongue and his finger worked in a unified rhythm, paying close attention to the pressure he was making. He didn’t want to be too hard too quickly.

Her nipple became pebbled inside his mouth, and he wasn’t able to resist the temptation to nip it. Again, he soothed the sting with a wet kiss as his fingers circled around her puckered bud.

“Do you like this, darling?” he murmured. All she could do was moan in response, so he continued.

He intensified the rhythm, and at that very moment, her entire body clenched underneath his, shivering. Her eyes closed, her back arched, her mouth parted, releasing sounds of desire. She spent for him, her entire body in his mercy. She was breathing heavily against his lips.

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There it was again, that pleasure washing over her, and yet, she knew this was only the beginning. Her thoughts were drowning in the pleasure that he was causing her, and all she could do was part her lips, silently begging for more of him.

Slowly, his finger slid into her ever so gently, ever so slightly. She gasped at this unexpected intrusion, wondering how come it could feel both strange and pleasurable at the same time. He was testing her slowly, and she never wanted him to stop.

He ceased kissing her, pulling his finger out of her. She fluttered her eyelids, gazing at him as his breath fell on top of her lips. She could not have imagined a more beautiful man, even if she were to travel every distant land known. And this man was hers. Solely hers.

“Are you ready?” he asked tenderly, each word laden with love.

She knew what she was supposed to be ready for, but how could one possibly be ready for something one had never experienced before? Still, she nodded. She trusted him. She loved him. She would have followed him to the end of the world without a single question asked.

“It might hurt a little,” he whispered more lovingly than ever before. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

Once again, all she could do was nod. She waited. In that one single second, everything changed. He sunk inside of her, his manhood strong and rigid, bringing forth both pleasure and pain. She could feel her entire body throbbing, palpitating, shivering, and there was nothing she could do about it.

He kept going slowly, gazing at her, waiting for even the slightest sign of discomfort or pain that would signal for him to stop. But that was the last thing she wanted. Her mind was a blank with everything erased, apart from himself, herself, and this moment. Nothing else in the world existed.

Suddenly, something inside of her took over. An unknown being of animalistic kind, the likes of which she never even thought existed within her, started to kiss him back with such love and passion that she barely recognized her own lips, her own hands on his face.

This time, he kept thrusting into her harder, and the sensation was overpowering. An innate need inside of her awakened, and she wanted more of this, more of everything that he had to give her. She wanted all of him inside of her, deeper, faster. It was an all-consuming fire that threatened to undo them both.

He kissed her again, gliding in and out of her slippery body while she held onto him as if she were holding on for her dear life. That was, at least, how it felt. It took only a few moments of their unity for her feel more pleasure explode inside of her than ever before. His motions were less controlled now, and she refused to let go of him. His body suddenly stiffened, and his motions slowed. She knew that the same sensation washed over him as well. He pulled away from her, grabbing his manhood in his hands and spending on her thigh. His seed felt hot on her skin, pleasantly hot.

She closed her eyes, feeling the motions of the bed as he rolled over next to her. She could hear his heavy breathing. She didn’t know if she was expected to say something. She felt like no word was necessary. Their bodies did all the talking. They knew everything that needed to be known.

Tenderly, he turned to her, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her closer to him. She laid her head on his chest, listening to the hastened beating of his heart. She was feeling satiated like never before, completely realizing now what it meant to be lost in bliss.

She didn’t know when she felt asleep. It washed over her suddenly, pulling her deeply under as she still lay in the arms of her beloved husband.