Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
I t was immediate, how everything else fell away in light of his touch and kiss.
Eleanor had felt only slight guilt with how easily she had given in his advances last time. But now, with his words hinting that he might harbor some sort of feelings for her, her heart had jumped at the chance to accept whatever affection he was offering, with her body following suit.
At least it did at first, but then her hands pressed against his chest, breaking the kiss for a moment.
“Fredrick, wait. I think we should finish talking,” she pleaded, breathless.
“No,” he grumbled, leaning forward to kiss her, lightly biting her lower lip. “No more waiting. I have been patient. I thought the yearning would go away. I thought it would all stop if I ignored it. And I’m tired of pretending that my body doesn’t scream for you with every waking hour.”
Eleanor felt the air in her lungs dissipate and when he claimed her lips again, she pressed closer, sliding her arms up to wrap around his shoulders as he pulled her flush against him by her hips.
“No more waiting,” he repeated, one of his hands sliding down to grip her behind through her dress.
She moaned and he slid his tongue into her mouth, licking deeply as though he could never get enough of her. Eleanor recalled what he had said about how she tasted and desire welled up within her, igniting a fire of want and yearning.
It seemed as though Frederick could tell that she was ready for what was to come, because he began to pull her dress open, grumbling impatient curses between curses. The dress finally gave way and fell into a pool of fabric at her feet and he lifted her, away from it, seemingly unable to part from her lips for longer than five seconds.
“Frederick,” she panted into his mouth with her hands in his hair while he ran up and down her hips, moving back to rip her corset off of her. “I want to see you. You have seen all of me but I haven’t –”
“All right,” he whispered bringing her hands to rest over the front of his chest. “Whatever you want. Anything. I will give it to you.”
Warmth spread over her chest, dripping down to her stomach, feeling her with an indescribable feeling. Instead of questioning it or feeling worried about the severity of it, she gave into the urge to kiss him, standing on her tiptoes for a moment to press her lips to his, quick and soft.
He blinked down at her in surprise, and then a grin spread over his face.
“You are quite precious.”
“Stop it,” Eleanor grumbled, undoing the buttons of his shirt. “Don’t tease me.”
“You are mine,” Frederick muttered against her temple, before tilting her head back by her chin so their eyes could meet. “I will do whatever I damn well please with you. You belong to me.”
His words sounded like a threat and a promise and a shiver of anticipation went down her spine.
“All right,” she whispered, her gaze cast downward to where her fingers were undoing the last button. “Show me then. Make me yours. Wholly.”
He tilted his back with a groan, then he surged forward and kissed her, hungry and deep, stealing every breath and sound that came from her mouth. Her hands pushed his shirt off his shoulders and she sighed when her palms came in contact with his bare skin, the muscles tense and rippling beneath her touch.
Frederick lifted her, off the ground and carried her in the direction of the bed, lowering her onto it gently. His fingers curled around the hem of her chemise and he tugged it down, and tossed it aside, leaving her completely bare.
“Absolutely beautiful,” he muttered, reclaiming her lips again, before moving lower and lower with his kisses. “And all mine.”
Eleanor felt her heart beat faster, curling the fingers of one hand into his hair as his lips continued to caress her skin. He made it to her stomach and then he moved back up to her chest, taking nipple into his mouth as he rolled the other between his fingers.
She sighed, arching into his hold, gasping as his teeth grazed her nipple. He pulled off and went to the other his hand caressing along her side as he sucked and playfully bit her breast.
When she whined in complaint, he sat back and tutted in disapproval.
“So impatient. That is unbecoming of a lady as dignified as yourself.” He teased.
“I don’t care about that. I want what I am owed as your wife,” she huffed, cheeks burning. “You are not going to deny me that, are you?”
“Never,” he leaned in and whispered in her air, his breath ticklish where it met her neck. “I would never deny you anything.”
Frederick brought his lips back to hers and kissed her slowly, as one of his hands caressed her face, fingertips trailing down her neck, to her chest. They fondled a breast and teased a nipple before working their way down her torso, tracing the curve of a hip and then finally curving behind a knee.
Eleanor felt him pull one of her knees away from the other, then push it upward before he settled between her legs comfortably.
“So divine,” he mumbled to himself, racking his nails lightly over the back of the lifted thigh, grinning as she squirmed.
“Frederick, please,” she begged.
His smile grew sharper and he leaned forward slightly as his hand rested over her warm center, merely laying over it.
“Careful, lovely. I might just like the sound of you begging a little too much.”
Before she could say anything – likely curse at him or beg once more, his finger sank into her.
Eleanor jerked at the sudden intrusion, barely able to regain her bearings before he pressed another into her wet folds. She pressed her lips together, stifling the loud moan threatening to burst out of her.
He frowned immediately, somehow knowing immediately that she was withholding something, his gaze narrowed down at her as he took away his fingers.
“Wait – wait –” she fumbled, reaching out for him.
Fredrick took her hands and pinned them above her head beneath one of his.
“Eleanor, what have I said about trying to keep sides of yourself from me?” he asked with a dark gaze.
She squirmed around, wrought with shame as she answered, “Not to do so.”
“Will you try to hide again?”
Eleanor shook her head quickly. “No. No, I won’t. I promise. Just – please –”
He nodded curtly, and slipped his fingers back into her, pleased when she moaned, low and loud.
“Very good, lovely,” he praised her, thrusting his fingers in and out of her at a controlled pace.
She continued to whine and moan, her insides throbbing with desire as he continued his expert ministration. At one point, he curved his fingers and she felt the air in her lungs rush out and she began to beg for more.
Just when she expected him to increase his pace or press even deeper, he pulled his fingers out of her again.
Eleanor whined in protest, doing so again when he chuckled.
“Do not worry, lovely. I merely mean to ensure that we both enjoy this for as long as possible.” He told her, adjusting himself to lie down on the bed, his head positioned between her legs, inches away from her dripping center.
Realizing what he meant to do, Eleanor went perfectly still, blushing deeply when he purred in approval, “Good girl.”
Then he surged forward and mouthed at her folds, his tongue slipping in. Eleanor arched her back off the bed, her hand – now freed – coming down to curl her fingers into his hair.
Frederick continued to lap at her center hungrily, his tongue delving deeper and deeper in search of all that she had to offer. Eleanor could feel her climax return and she began to grind down on her husband’s face, her hips meeting each stroke of his tongue.
With one of his hands braced on the hip of her raised leg, the other pushed her other leg away, opening her up more for him.
“My God,” she gasped, tightening her grip on his hair.
Frederick raised his head, replacing his tongue with his fingers as he licked his lips and told her coyly,
“No, lovely. It is only I, here with you.”
For some reason, that seemed to send her off careening into the arms of pleasure, her body spasming with every wave that swept through her. As she tried to regain her breath, Frederick took off his breeches, tossing them aside before he crawled closer to her and settled on his knees between her legs.
“Are you ready for me, lovely?” he asked softly, pulling her towards him by her hips.
Eleanor took a glance down at him, her mouth running dry at the sight of his manhood. Its thick girth seemed to throb as he aligned himself with her center and it was all she could not to keep herself from rolling away from him in panic.
He must have seen her uncertain expression, because he dropped forward to kiss her, slow and sweet.
“It will hurt a little,” he told her gently, between kisses. “Only at first. As soon as you think you feel ready, let me know and I will begin to move.”
His concern was touching and she felt some of the fear that had settled upon her fade away. Eleanor nodded and he gave her a lingering kiss before settling back once more, his stiff tip brushing past her entrance.
Frederick’s eyes met her and in one quick thrust, she was impaled on his thick shaft. The pain lasted for a drawn-out moment, and she found herself struggling to inhale.
“Breathe, lovely. It’s all right, you’re all right.” He urged softly.
Eleanor did as he asked, breathing in shakily, only to wince as he shifted slightly. He didn’t go further, simply pressing kisses to her face and neck until she felt ready for them to proceed.
“I think… I think I’m fine now.” She told him quietly.
“Are you sure?” he murmured against her jaw.
She nodded and he kissed her lips, and thrust his hips forward, sinking the rest of his length into her heat.
Eleanor gasped, the pain that had been there completely replaced by pleasure.
Frederick pulled out and pressed back in slowly, the intrusion welcome as she felt her walls clench around him. Frederick blew a hot breath in her ear and panted her name, his thrusts increasing in speed. Soon, she was breathless beneath him, writhing mindlessly in pleasure as he continued to press in and out of her, seemingly going each time he pulled out and rammed back in.
Eleanor couldn’t think, her mouth spilling noises and pleas for more, feeling adored as her husband responded heartily to her requests, their bodies sharing heat and desire.
When he kissed her again, she could taste salt on his tongue, and she peered up at his sweat-slicked body moving over hers, his glistening muscles reminiscent of a statue carved from marble.
“Focus on me,” Frederick’s fingers curled around her chin and forced her eyes to his. “I do not want you to miss a single moment. I want you to feel every moment, as I take you for myself. Over,” he thrust in deep, pulling out a little when she moaned, “Over,” another thrust, “And over again.”
She reached her limit at the last one, her toes curling as she fell into impossible pleasure. Before she could recover herself, Frederick pulled out completely and turned her around to lie on her stomach, spreading her legs again.
“Fredrick –” Eleanor’s whine went unheard as he sank his length into her, his hands braced firmly on her hips.
His hold only tightened with each thrust, pulling her back to meet his hips and movements. Eleanor allowed him to use her to chase his pleasure, still drunk on every sensation he had provided her beforehand.
Somehow, Eleanor still wanted more, yearned for all that he had yet to give her, wanting nothing more in that moment than for their bodies and souls to be connected. She could tell when his release drew nearer, because his thrusts gradually became more frantic and hungry, as did the praises he had been uttering, shifting to grunts and moans of her name.
And when the abyss came, it took them both, their bodies fused together in a shared, hot, sticky release.
Frederick buried his face in her neck and growled lowly as his thrusts slowed to a grind. The air became silent, save for their frantic breathing. As Eleanor got her breath under control, her husband pulled out of her and she whimpered.
“Shh,” he whispered, turning her over, into his arms. “It’s okay. You did so well. You were incredible.”
She sighed, basking in his compliments and warmth.
“Did I?” she mumbled, feeling exhausted beyond words.
“Absolutely.”
Eleanor nuzzled into his chest as he drew the covers over her, stroking her hair once he was certain she had been appropriately shielded from any chills.
“I’m glad,” she said quietly, drifting off. “That I could be good for you.”
Fredrick watched her sleep, struck by how truly beautiful she was.
As he twirled a lock of her pretty hair around his finger, he kept his eyes on her face, watching her closely as she continued to sleep, completely oblivious to the dilemma plaguing Fredrick.
Because if he had not known before, he knew it now.
He loved his wife. He was utterly smitten by her.
If it was not obvious by how difficult it had been to let her go before, then it was made painfully so by how he had spent hours of his day pacing around, wondering where she had gone.
The worst scenarios had flashed through his mind and he felt sick with worry, scared that the next thing he would hear about her would be news that she had been seriously hurt.
And when she had walked into the house, looking like the goddess of spring he had gradually come to see her as immense relief flooded his veins.
“This won’t do,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead, deciding to move his plans up a little bit.
This was the only way to ensure that she would be safe. It was worth it if she would be all right.
“I would never forgive myself if I let you get hurt. I hope that you know that,” he whispered softly, before pulling her closely and letting sleep claim him as well.