Epilogue Chapter 22

Chug

Martin had Miss Christopher come to make a very loose-fitting wedding dress. Muriel insisted she have special shoes for the occasion, so stockings were included. What started out as a small gathering ended up with a large hodgepodge group of guests. Lord Blackwood came, Barrister James Ackroyd insisted on coming, Baron Lord Crumb asked to be allowed to attend, and of course, Muriel was pleased to have him. Miss Christopher and her assistant, Marsha, wanted to be there. Charles Davis came with Dr. Haynie and his wife Carla. Frank Stewart told Martin that the guards wanted to attend. After all they had done to try to protect the McDonnell's, Martin welcomed them. Lady Margaret and Lady Helen attended, so the Maxwells being friends with the McDonnells, Lord and Lady Maxwell attended. Helen thought her parents should attend since the Maxwells would be there so Lord and Lady Green attended. The poor coachman, Christopher, said he would be honored to be in attendance, so he was there. Three of the four horsemen would not miss seeing their fellow horseman being leg shackled, so Lord Henry Adams and Lord John Herbert attended. Lord Fredrick Windham stood up with Martin. Amina stood with Muriel because Rosa insisted on playing the piano. Lady Marie McDonnell was distraught over the impromptu nuptials, yet Muriel and Martin could not stop smiling. Every staff member was more than welcome. Mr. Sanders was well enough to come downstairs and celebrate with all the other guests. Martin's staff attended as well. Martin's butler, Mr. Rogers acted as butler to assist the attendees. Carl helped with coats and gifts, which were many. Jimmy assisted with the guests' equipage. Because the number in attendance was much larger than initially thought, Martin had his chef and his kitchen assistants bring their hands and expertise to put out an enormous amount of food to satisfy all palates. The house was busting at the seams by the time everyone arrived.

When Rosa began to play the music, Martin carried the love of his life down the stairs with him. "I can kiss you all the way down the stairs." She touched her cheek to his.

"On the cheek, or I will have you right here on the stairs, wounds and all." He slowed long enough to kiss her briskly on those luscious lips. "You look beautiful enough to marry. What say you, my minute-to-be wife?"

"I say thank you. I also want to thank you as the best Benefactor the McDonnell family could have ever been blessed with."

"How…Of course, you would know. When did you figure it out?"

"Oh, I am unsure when it dawned on me. Maybe it was when you started sending things to the rest of the family. I loved you before that, anyway." She kissed him. I am so happy to be marrying you today. Do you think I look good enough to be your bride?"

"Oh, for Saint Peter's sake. You would look better than any bride if you wore a wheat sack. I love that color of blue on you. Of course, you are stunning in anything." He kissed her again. "I do love the dress. Miss Christopher told me she would be able to fit it once all the wounds healed; if that is what you wish. I love you best in absolutely nothing. "

"I guess you would know. I still find it awkward to think that you helped me to the toilet. Ugh!" "You know, I was so…I can't think of the word…honored, happy, privileged to be able to do it. And it bothered me not one whit. It only made me love you more. And, I have already decided that since I have seen you in almost every way possible, I will be in the room with you when you have our children."

"I don't think I would be able to stop you, would I?"

"Of course not. If Dr. Haynie was unable to stop me, I don't think anyone could. There is not one part of you that I would not love, adore." They got to the base of the stairs. "Are you ready for the mob attending our small, intimate wedding?" He kissed her.

"I care not at all who is here as long as you and I are. Shall we?" She kissed him back.

The wedding was lovely. Perfect. Martin held Muriel in his arms throughout the entire ceremony and celebration. She sat on his lap during the wedding breakfast. The champagne flowed. The toasts were considerable. Martin made sure there was an abundance of strawberries. He was deliriously happy and let everyone of the attendees know it. Martin told the guests about her awaking and asking to be married the next day. Everyone applauded and cheered to her health. Dr. Haynie told all she was a miracle soon-to-be walking. He lauded Martin for his dedication to the woman he loved. People stayed until late in the evening. They danced, sang songs, ate, drank, and enjoyed the camaraderie. It was an extremely special day. The horsemen enjoyed dancing with Margaret and Helen.

"I think we, at this point, we could escape and no one would even notice." She kissed him on the neck for encouragement.

"Let me find Mr. Rogers. Let him know when the staff returns that they are not to disturb the master's bedchamber unless requested." Walter, the coachman, was enjoying the company of McDonnell's staff when Martin nodded. Walter understood. Martin took them out through the kitchen and into the mews for a subtle escape. Walter opened the coach door, in went the two newlyweds, riding to No. 40 Park Lane.

He had her on his lap when she began to kiss him. "I want to put my arms around you. I think if I just put my elbows around and keep my hands and lower arms free, I will be able to do it."

"I don't want you to do anything to thwart all the healing you have experienced in the last days." "I want to touch you, Martin. I want you. I am so hungry for you, I ache. I need you. Only you. Please."

She kissed him again, this time Martin melted into her. His kiss was claiming her; crushing her to him. With a wild hunger, he covered her lips. Her lips were enticing, pulling him further into the vortex of what was now his wife. He would never get enough of her. "Til my last breath, just a thought of you, a glimpse of you, will make me want you. I want to lie you down and kiss every inch of you. Put my tongue, my mouth on your exquisite treasure that is only you, and lick you and suck until you come. Then I want you to come again, and again, and again."

"Martin, I want you to make me your wife tonight. I want you in me. I want to feel you in me. I don't care what you say. I will make you, and I know how to do that. I will."

"We will see when we get to the bedchamber. Right now, I just want to kiss you." He felt the warmth of her mouth as he slid his tongue to meet hers. He heard the sounds of the road as they turned onto the lane to his, no, now their townhouse. He was aware of her body against him. He knew all these sounds; he would share with her until the end of time. "Why do you always smell and taste like sugar?"

"Do you like sugar?" He felt her question on his lips, she was still so close to him.

"I will always love your sugar, sugar…Chug!" Her smile drew him to her lips again. "I will never get enough of you, Chug. What do you think? Chug – do you like it?"

"I do. I like it. Chug. Short for sugar. It will be my sobriquet just for you. Come get some more sugar, my mountain of a man."

"As soon as I get you out of this coach and into my bed." Walter opened the cabin door, then ran ahead and opened the side door to let them in the house. "It is empty. No staff. I could fuck you all over this house. For now, I will gladly settle for a few days in our bed."

Martin turned back to Walter. "Go back to the party and enjoy yourself." He smiled.

Walter winked at his lordship. "That I will do. Thank you, my lord. Enjoy."

"Our bed. Sounds wonderful, husband." She had always hoped for a specific bedchamber. "Martin?"

"Yes, my love?"

"I don't want my own bedchamber. I want a dressing room. A place for my chambermaid and a necessary room, but I want to always be able to sleep with you. Could we do that?"

"Oh, my little vixen. I would love nothing better." He carried her into his bedchamber and put her down on the bed. He bent down and started removing her shoes and stockings.

"Martin, I want to keep these shoes and stockings to remind me of the best day of my life. The day I married the most wonderful, kindest, sexiest, most handsome man in all the world. For some reason, the gods decided I could have you."

"I think you have that backward. I know you are a male magnet. I had to marry you as soon as I could to keep other men away from you. Although, I doubt even marriage will keep many from the pursuit. I will just have to kill them if they try. I will never, ever lose you again."

"I know, you told me you would keep me in your pocket."

"You heard me say that?" He had to laugh. He was amazed. He was unable to understand it. He decided it was part of her mystical characteristics. He would have to accept that she would always be that way .

"I heard you say everything. That is why I asked if we could marry right away. Knowing you love me this much only made me want you as soon as I could. I want you now, my husband."

He had her shoes and stockings off. He stood and put his body between her legs, bent down and kissed her passionately on her neck. He slid his mouth around to the whorl of her ear as she flinched. "I feel that between my legs, Martin. It makes me crazy with want. Please."

He sat her up, put his arms around her, and began to unbutton her gown. "I told you earlier how beautiful you looked in this gown. I think the most beautiful you look is when you have nothing on at all. Your body is other worldly. Did the gods design you just for me?"

"I will never know who designed it. I'm just glad you like it."

He had her gown unbuttoned and pulled it down to her waist. He took a handful of breast and looked at her as his tongue licked on her nipple. She arched into him and he smiled to himself, knowing she was his to please, to play with, to satisfy. "Chug, do you like that?"

"I want more, Martin. Please. I crave your touch. I want you. Please, Martin."

He raised up and began removing the pins from her hair. "I love your hair. When we are home, you must always wear it down. He shook it out and it draped down to the adorable dimples just above the crease of her soft, perfectly round bottom. He moaned just thinking of her. "I want you so badly, yet I am just as fearful to hurt you. The last thing we need is for us to tear your stitches. I can't fathom, on the first day of our marriage, have Dr. Haynie over here, stitching you up again. After he finished the stitching, he would pummel me."

"Will you let me decide whether it will harm me or not." She thought to reach down to stroke his cock, then remembered she could not use her hands. "I want to touch you."

"You will just have to settle for me touching you, my love." He laid her down. He bent over her, kissing and licking along the voluptuous curves of her body. She squirmed acknowledging her response to his kisses. "Raise your bottom so I can get this gown out from under you. You want to keep it and I would be remise to ruin it." She jutted her hips to him as he slid the gown from under her. She laid there, nude as his eyes slid down the length of her body, ending at her own treasure that he was aching to partake in.

"Take your clothes off for me, Martin. I want to look at you. Remember, you are my raven haired Apollo. You are beautiful, Martin. I want to indulge my eyes in that body. If I am unable to touch you, I certainly want to lust over you." She let out an admiring sigh.

"I am yours to command, you wanton woman." He removed his cravat, took off his topcoat. "You looked luxurious this morning. I wanted to eat you; you looked so good." He waggled his brows at her.

"Stop talking to me like that. I am having a difficult time as it is. It is not fair. I want so badly to touch you. I want you, my husband. Continue the disrobing, please."

He removed his waistcoat, then pulled his shirt out of his trousers, unbuttoned the three buttons, lifted it over his head, and tossed it on the couch with the rest of their clothes.

"Now for the goodies, husband. Unbutton that fall."

"Yes, my love. Shoes and stockings first." He toed his shoes off, then the stockings. He put one leg on the edge of the bed, next to her and removed one, then put the other leg up and removed the other. He unbuttoned the fall and pushed the top down as the trousers fell to the floor.

"My God, Martin. You are too big for me. What are we going to do?"

"We are going to take it slow." He bent over her again. His eyes locked on that angelic face, drinking in the luscious mouth he craved to do wicked things with. "Are you really all mine? How can a man be so lucky to have such a woman?" He took his tongue and ran it across the line of her lips. She made a sigh and he entered the warmth and taste of her mouth. Sugar. He captured her tongue and sucked it. She moaned. He slid down her neck biting and sucking, leaving a mark that proved she belonged to him. He pursued her breast. He sucked the nipple while his hand rested just above the other. He could feel her heart beating. It belonged to him. He could feel her chest move as her breathing expressed her frantic need for him. He carefully moved around the injuries at her chest, ribcage and under her arm. That was the worst injury. He gingerly began to nibble on her waist down to her hips.

"Martin, please. I could come now. Please."

He said nothing. He dropped to his knees, spread her legs further apart, minding the injured calf. Kissing and caressing her thighs. "I have been wanting this. This is our wedding night. I can take my time. We don't have to worry about being presentable." He licked along the crease of her cunny. "Mmm." He licked over her clit as she called out his name. She was on the brink before he even got down there. "You want to come, my sweet enchantress? My sugar? My Chug?"

"Please, Martin. Please."

"Tell me. Say to me, ‘husband, make your wife come.'"

"Martin, my husband, please, please make your wife come tonight - now." Her eyes bespoke the want she had for him.

"My pleasure." He put his whole mouth over her clitoris and had his tongue sliding back and forth with just the right amount of pressure. He felt her stiffen. Then he felt her pulsating on his mouth. He raised up and kissed her with so much passion and love. She kissed him back with so much more than her words could say. He kissed her cheek, her neck. She pulled him back to her. He lost himself in her kiss. There was nothing but the sensation of the two of them melding together as one.

"Oh, my God, Martin. I want so badly to touch you. I want you in me. I want to be your wife in every way."

"We are going to do something about that right now." He stood. His cock was already seeping. He took the head and rubbed it against the opening of her cunny. "I am going to do my damndest to take my time. I do not want to hurt you. I want you to enjoy it. I do need to tell you that it will hurt. I only hope it shan't hurt for long. Do you trust me?"

"You know I do. I want this, Martin."

He tried to push it in a bit. She was too tight. "I am going to do something else first." He dropped to his knees again. He found her clitoris again and licked on it.

"I–I–I thought…oh, God. Martin."

He raised his head, just long enough to answer. "I am going to make you come again." He licked as he slowly slid a finger inside her. She moaned. He knew she liked it. He pumped his finger in and out as he continued to lick. He added a second finger. He wrapped his mouth around her nub as he hooked one finger toward the front wall of her cunny and she exploded. He quickly stood and pushed the head of his cock into her while her cunny continued to pulsate.

"Oh, Martin. Please, give me more."

He pushed a bit more inside her. He heard her heavy inhale. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, it just feels–I think it feels different."

"Can I push again? Do you want me to stop?"

"No, please, no."

He pushed a bit more and waited. He knew his attributes could not be comfortable for an innocent. He hated that he was so big. He was going to be as gentle as he could. He wanted her so. He thought he could come right then. He thought he might do that when he heard her moan .

"I want more, Martin."

He pushed a bit more. This was so difficult. He was ready to spend. Stopping like this was driving him mad. "More, Martin. Please." She was looking at him. "I wish your body was on me. I want to feel you on me. I wanted to put your cock in my mouth again. You tasted so good."

"Muriel, you need to stop talking like that or I will spend right now." He pushed again and she cried out.

"Oh, shit. Holy Saint Peter. I would die before I hurt you. I am so, so very sorry. Muriel, I am going to stop this."

"You will not. Just give me a minute. Please stay inside me. I want this. I want you." He ran his hand through his hair.

"Jesus, Muriel. Are you sure?" He felt terrible. They would just have to take more time to accomplish this.

"Push, Martin." He pushed. "Oh, yes, husband. Now, that feels like heaven."

"You are a wonder, Muriel." He began to slide in and out of her. She began to move her hips to his rhythm. He played with her clit as he pushed in and out. "Muriel, I am so sorry; this is not going to last long."

"Wait, Martin, I'm going to come again. Please, Martin."

Her pleas kept him pumping into her. He felt her muscles squeeze his cock then pulsate. "Sweet love. I never" He pushed once more hard into her. He desperately wanted to collapse onto her. He had never had such a powerful orgasm. "Jesus, sweet. I have never had anything like that."

"Was it no good?"

"Oh, my God, woman. It was miraculous. It was magnificent. Incredible. The best ever." Their eyes locked. "I love you more than I would have ever believed any man could love a woman."

"I wish you could hold me."

"I can–let me clean you up." He pulled out of her. "Oh, my. You really bled." He walked over to the commode, took a washing cloth, and dampened it. "I need to clean you up, sweet. There is more blood that I realized. I am sure that was painful."

"Martin, it was only a moment. I came again while you were in me. I doubt I could have done that if I was in pain." She looked down when he was wiping himself. "I ruined the counterpane."

"I can buy another one. Raise up for me." She sat up and he lifted her off the bed, reached down, and pulled the bedclothes down. "Now, I am going to tuck you in."

"What of you? You will not leave me, husband." She sat up and frowned at him.

"Are you hungry? Because after all that work, I am." He waggled his brows again with a seductive smile.

"Martin, you have an insatiable appetite."

"I need one, being married to you, my sweet. My Chug."

"Well, then, I will have champagne, strawberries, cheese, and anything else you wish to bring."

"As you wish, my love." He walked out of the room without a stitch. She had to laugh. With all that she had been through, she wondered what might have happened to her had it not been for that man. She loved him beyond reason.

"Just as ordered, Lady Claymont." He had a large tray with champagne, glasses, and all sorts of goodies. "I am going to set this down, then get in the other side of the bed to be next to my lovely wife."

He got into bed and pulled the tray up between them. "I am looking forward to feeding you, my love." He poured the champagne into a large-lipped glass. "Sip?" He held the glass as she took a big gulp.

"Strawberry?"

"I wonder how much longer you are going to have to be my hands?"

"As long as it takes, my love. Please, it makes me happy to do it." He smiled down at her .

They drank the whole bottle of champagne and enjoyed the assortment of fruits, cheeses, and biscuits while they talked about the joy of the wedding. He picked up the tray, set it on the side table, then got back into the bed. "Scoot over here to your husband, my love."

"I am so happy! We get to sleep together. This is the very best."

"I tell you what. We can go to Little Suffolk, then Claymont Estate for the first part of our honeymoon; until your bandages can be removed and you are able to safely use your hands. Then we can go to the continent. We can go anywhere you wish."

"Could someone go with us?" She had the sweetest look on her face.

"You know, I can't believe it, but you are even more beautiful after we make love. And yes, Rosa can come along. I would love for her to come with us. I know the two of you have shared your love of travel. I think you would enjoy it much less without her."

"Thank you. Did I tell you how wonderful you are?" She laid her head on his shoulder. "I love you so much."

"We are going to have a wonderful life together." She kissed his shoulder.

"Always, Chug." He bent down and kissed her.

"Round two, husband?"

"Your wish is my command."