Epilogue #2
“I’m sure we will be forgiven. It is, after all, our wedding night. I think this is much more important, don’t you?”
His hands held onto her waist, keeping her pressed flushed to him as his lips worked over her throat, leaving little kisses and sucking bruises onto her fair skin.
“I-I suppose… you’re right,” she sighed, pulling his lips back to hers.
He smiled into the kiss and lifted her into his arms, carrying her to his bed.
Delicately, he deposited her on top of it to sit by the edge and dropped to his knees.
The sight of him like that caused her heartbeat to quicken, her skin itching with the desire for him to possess her, just as she had thought about for days on end.
He lifted her left foot and took off her shoe, repeating the process again before looking up at her, so breathtakingly handsome as he leaned forward, brushing his lips over hers once, twice before they latched onto her neck again.
His hands skittered over her sides and went to her back, his nimble fingers undoing her buttons with ease.
When they had all been opened, he took her by the hand so she could stand and helped her ease off the dress.
Even though they had done… other things before, for some reason, she felt more embarrassed at this moment, standing in her undergarments and stockings. He took her hands and rested them on his shoulders, tilting her chin upwards so he could kiss her a little as he asked,
“Help me too?”
She was more than happy to oblige, undoing the buttons of his waistcoat as he toed off his shoes and began to work on ridding himself of his breeches.
This was much more different from the moments they had shared in his study – softer, warmer and more delicate.
He clearly wished to take his time with her, and as much as it made her feel embarrassed, it also thrilled her to know that he would still ravish her thoroughly.
Soon, they fell into bed together, their hands roaming their bare bodies as they kissed.
Her hands found purchase on his shoulders, occasionally running up and down his arms, fascinated by the strong muscles she had longed to see.
They seemed to ripple beneath her touch, tensing and relaxing with each appreciative caress and squeeze, and it pleased her to know that she could affect him as much as he affected her.
“You are so incredibly beautiful,” he mumbled, kissing down her chest to her breast, momentarily relishing in how she arched off the bed when he took a nipple into his mouth. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this… things I’ve wanted to do.”
“Show me, then,” she told him with a gasp, one of her hands coming up to tangle in his hair. “You have me now. So show me just what you wanted to do to me.”
His gaze bore down on her, heavy with molten desire, and he smirked as his fingers sneakily dipped between her legs, deeply reaching into her wet heat, ripping a moan from her lips.
“Don’t worry, darling. I fully intend to,” he promised, dipping his head to continue sucking on her breasts.
His fingers continued to work in and out of her, his strokes slow but deep, reducing her to a mess of please and begging sounds before long. Agnes felt as though she was being consumed by flames, her mind unable to harbor any thoughts separate from her desire for her husband.
She longed for him, to feel all of him within her, for him to brand her with his scent and touch. She bit back a whimper as he began to massage her nub, reaching to hold the torturous hand.
“Silas, please,” she begged as her body shook, already out of control. “I need you.”
He hummed in satisfaction as he nuzzled his way up to her lips, holding her gently by her jaw as their mouths met, tongues probing and sharing the taste of their mutual desire.
“Whatever you want,” he told her between kisses. “I will give you.”
She nodded, kissing him with all the eagerness brewing beneath her skin.
He adjusted himself so he settled between her and leaned away, raising one of her legs to rest on his shoulder.
He looked at her, wordlessly asking if she was ready, and again, she nodded, hands reaching for any part of him she could.
One of her hands intertwined with his just as he pushed himself inside her, and she squeezed at the sharp stab of pain.
He remained still, his other hand running up and down her side, until she was relaxed again, and then slowly, he pressed closer until he was completely sheathed by her.
She made a low, throaty sound of pleasure as he pulled out and pressed back in, exciting him even more with her cries.
Silas kept a grip on her hip and began to thrust into her faster, losing what was left of his senses to the flames of his desire.
Their bodies joined together repeatedly as he drove in and out of her, stealing her ability to use words, the air filling with her moans.
He ground in deep, teeth raking over her neck, his breath hot on her skin as his girth continued to rub against her walls.
Agnes’ body was rocked by his strokes, a slave to the rhythm he had set, easily bending to his will and use.
She felt hot each time he pressed in and pulled out of her, branded over and over by his length.
His skin was slick to touch, and she could taste the salt on his tongue as he kissed her, stealing the groans of pressure right from her lips before they could hit the air.
Her nails scraped down his back, trying to keep enough grip as his thrusts became relentless, ramming into her. Agnes found herself teetering by the edge, unable to fight the sensation. Tears prickled her eyes as her body caved to it, and with a pleased cry, she found the release she needed.
Silas was not far behind, as the need to explode built within him.
He clasped her hips and pulled her hard into his final thrust, groaning low and deep as he spilled in her.
He dropped heavily into her waiting arms, and she held him through the waves of ecstasy, tiredly pressing kisses to his cheeks and lips.
Moments later, he eased himself out of her and lay on his side, scooping her into his arms. She sighed contentedly, resting her left hand on his chest, her attention latching onto her wedding ring again. This time, there were no tears, just a declaration.
“I love you, Silas. And I will, for as long as I live.”
He huffed, pressing his lips to her temple.
“That’s not fair; I was going to say that.”
“Say it, then. It’s not too late.”
He smiled down at her, his gaze telling of his honesty as he said.
“I love you, Agnes. And I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you so I can tell you I love you every day.”
She smiled and rested her head against his shoulder, allowing the feeling of bliss and safety to lull her to sleep, away from their pasts and towards the bright future waiting for both of them.
The End?