Epilogue #3
Beatrice was barely able to pull in another breath before he surged forth again, seating himself from tip to root within her sheath. The pain in her lower belly grew deeper- but through it came a small tendril of pleasure. Beatrice mentally grasped it and held onto it for dear life.
Algernon began to rock his hips, the small act making him groan and Beatrice whimper.
With each little movement though, she felt her tightly coiled body start to relax, the tendril of pleasure growing stronger.
After another few long, patient moments on Algernon’s part, that tendril overpowered Beatrice’s pain, and she let out a long, breathy moan as her tight grip turned into a caress, and her head sank softly back into the mattress.
“Oh, that is it, my love,” Algernon praised, dropping soft kisses along her jaw and throat as he drew himself out until the very tip of his manhood was the only part of him left inside of her then he surged forward again, fully this time, sending his length all the way inside her with one powerful thrust.
“Algernon!” Beatrice screamed, but this time, only a quiver of discomfort moved through her womb. Pleasure quickly took its place, making her arch her back and wordlessly ask for more.
Algernon must have been all too happy to oblige, for more muttered words of praise growled from his lips as he brought his hips back and surged forward again. This time, stars erupted behind Beatrice’s eyes as pleasure surged through every part of her body.
"Algernon!"
He was addicted. Thoroughly and utterly addicted to Beatrice. Such knowledge came to him as he felt her orgasm begin to build around his manhood which he was demanding not to release yet despite the pleasure roiling through his own veins.
He had known that their union was going to be explosive but this—this was taking every ounce of control he ever had and testing its mettle.
He growled through his gritted teeth, fighting back the want to come as Beatrice writhed beneath him.
Her beauty was incomparable. Especially in this moment, with her long hair wild and her skin flushed and slick with sweat just like his own.
She let out a moan that almost threatened to take him over the edge as she opened her cobalt blue eyes and looked up at him.
“Algernon,” she moaned, her grip on his shoulders tightening again.
God, he loved the way she said his name.
“Say it again,” he growled, thrusting deeper into her with a jolting force.
Beatrice screamed as she threw her head back in ecstasy, the force of it making her mons pulse and squeeze around his already strangled length. God, he wasn’t going to last.
“Algernon!” she moaned again, and this time as he thrust inside of her, her back bowed, her nails drew blood, and her sheath tightened around him to the point of pain, and then she released, her body melting in his arms just as he lost the last shred of will to hold back from his own orgasm.
He groaned deeply, sending his shaft as deep into her as he could as wave after wave of pleasure washed over his body, making his toes curl and his eyes roll back.
He’d had women before. Had gotten quite good at giving them pleasure, but none of them ignited his desire as Beatrice did. It was as if she had always meant to be his, and he was determined to be only hers.
It took several moments for his body to stop pulsing with the pleasure of his release, but when it finally did, his arms trembled with a sudden heaviness, and he sank his full weight down atop Beatrice, nuzzling into her neck then breasts.
His tongue darted out, lapping her sweat at every bare expanse of her flesh his lips could find as she wrapped her trembling arms and legs around his back.
He could feel her lips feathering kisses atop his head as she clung to him, the sound of their panting breaths the only thing breaking the silence of the room for a long time.
“Are you hurt?” he finally was able to pant out.
Algernon forced himself up onto his elbows, so he could look into her eyes, and his heart somersaulted in his chest when he saw her cobalt orbs glowing with pleasure.
He tried to move a little more, realizing that he was likely crushing her, but Beatrice tightened her arms and legs around him, silently telling him that he should not dare to move.
“A little at first,” she said softly, brushing gentle fingers through his hair.
Her chest, which only a minute ago was rising and falling quickly with sharp breaths, expanded slowly as she took in a long, slow breath, and she let out the softest sigh of contentment as a smile drew across her lips.
“You made it disappear though,” she whispered, her tone full of love. “You always make the pain go away.”
Algernon felt a stabbing pain in his chest as he dropped his head back down to her breasts nuzzled there. He hated that he had to cause her the pain before he could take it away, even if there was no getting around it. He had hurt her enough with his foolishness already.
“Algernon?”
His head shot up as he heard the worry lacing her tone.
“What is it? Are you hurt? Should I move?” he asked, and already he was starting to pull away.
Beatrice laughed softly as she held him tighter and shook her head.
“Do not dare,” she warned playfully, stroking her nails softly along his scalp.
He shivered at the pleasure of it.
“I just—you seem—for a moment there, it was as if you were somewhere else,” Beatrice explained tentatively. “I was worried that perhaps I did something wrong?”
“No,” Algernon rasped, sliding his hand up her breast and to her throat. He wrapped his fingers there possessively and lowered his mouth to hers to take another long, possessive kiss.
“You are the most amazing person, my love,” he murmured as he pulled away just enough to pepper smaller kisses over her lips.
To his relief, Beatrice giggled, and a moment later, she playfully pushed at his chest. He took the silent cue and stopped, looking into her eyes.
“You just seemed so upset for a moment there,” she said softly, stroking his hair again.
Algernon shook his head as he burrowed back into her much smaller body.
“I was just thinking how close I was to losing you forever,” he confessed after a moment. “How we would never have had this moment if I had not finally faced my fears.”
He gripped her tighter, as if she was about to vanish at any moment and he’d be swallowed by loss all over again.
Beatrice’s hands moved to smooth his cheeks and lift his head up. The compassion and understanding in her eyes had him choking out a sob, and as she gave him a gentle tug, he followed her silent command and rose up to kiss her lips.
“We are here, my husband,” she whispered, pulling away, “and that is what matters.”
Algernon shook his head, still not comfortable with how much forgiveness she had been willing to give him. Slowly, he pulled his spent manhood from her sheath, both of them letting out a soft gasp as he did so. He then rolled to his side, quickly taking her with him.
“You are what matters, wife,” he swore, reveling in the way she nuzzled her naked body into his chest. “And I shall spend every day making you very aware of that.”
Beatrice giggled against his chest, and despite the heavy guilt in his heart, he could not help but smile too.
“If that is the case,” she murmured then placed a kiss on one of his pectorals, “I want to start our honeymoon now instead of tomorrow.”
“Done,” Algernon said quickly and rose from the bed to pull the service rope.
Beatrice gave him a wild look as she sat up in bed, using the sheet to cover her perfect curves.
“I was just jesting,” she said with a soft laugh. “We are just going to your house in the country. I can wait until morning!”
“Oh, no,” Algernon replied, giving her a grin as a knock sounded on his door. “If my wife wants to leave for our honeymoon now, we are leaving now. Let me just have a bath drawn for us first, and we will depart.”
He smirked as he dragged his gaze over her barely covered from.
“I will warn you though, the moment we are in the carriage, I am drawing the curtains and stripping you naked again.”
Algernon heard her answering laughter as he went to answer the door. He poked his head out to protect Beatrice’s modesty and quickly ordered the maid to send up hot water for a bath, another maid to finish Beatrice’s packing, and a carriage and picnic basket to be made ready for their departure.
When he turned back around, he saw Beatrice was trying to stand. He rushed to her, grinning from ear to ear as he swept her into his arms. A beautiful laugh bubbled from her lips as he nuzzled into her neck and peppered her skin with kisses.
“You are not to walk anywhere,” he teasingly commanded, earning him another laugh that made his heart throb.
“Not even to you?” she asked, her eye glittering with happiness as he pulled back to look at you.
“Just call me, and I shall come running. Always,” he swore then kissed her until they were both breathless.
The End?