Chapter Thirteen #3
He backed off as a chivalrous man would and lay back on the pillow, watching her as she climbed out of bed and began unfastening the dress.
Even though it was dim in the room, when it came time for her to finally begin removing the pieces, he turned his head and stared up at the ceiling to allow her some privacy.
He wanted nothing more than to watch her strip to the skin, but he thought perhaps it might embarrass her too much.
He was trying very hard to think of her comfort and not of his lust.
He could hear the fabric falling to the floor and then she was in bed again, swiftly pulling the covers up to her neck.
By the time he turned to look at her, the covers were up so high that even her ears were covered.
All he could see was the top of her head and her face.
She looked as if she was swaddled and he struggled not to smile.
Propping himself up on an elbow, he loomed over her in the dim light.
Ellowyn gazed back at him with a mixture of curiosity, excitement, and apprehension.
He let his smile break through as he began to very gently peel back the coverlet, kissing every inch of flesh he uncovered.
She seemed fine with his attention, relaxing even, until he began to peel it away from her breasts.
Then she tensed up but Brandt wouldn’t have it.
He tugged firmly, steadily, as she tried to hold the coverlet, all the while kissing the bits of skin that were being revealed.
Eventually, he managed to uncover her left breast completely and when she moved to yank the coverlet up to recover it, he tugged hard enough to pull the entire coverlet completely off of her body.
Ellowyn shrieked softly with surprise, and perhaps some fear, as Brandt covered her up with his big body and latched hungrily to a nipple.
He was heated and virile and overwhelming, and Ellowyn was rather stunned by his onslaught.
She’d truly had no idea what to expect on their wedding night, virginal and lacking any knowledge whatsoever, so she couldn’t do much more than lay there and experience what he was doing to her.
Truth be told, she was embarrassed that she was naked and he was touching very personal parts of her body.
But she was also very interested. As he fondled and nursed at her breasts, bolts of excitement coursed through her.
Brandt remained with her breasts for a good long time, acquainting her with his touch.
He was also very much acquainting himself with the feel and taste of her, and it was more than he could have imagined.
He’d never known anything so sweet. The problem was that he was not a man of supremely great control.
If he wanted it, he got it, and if he gave a command, it was fulfilled.
He’d never had to practice great restraint.
Therefore, as Ellowyn squirmed beneath him with awakening desire, Brandt’s senses were overwhelmed.
He had something in his grasp that he very much wanted to take. Therefore, he did.
Using his knees, he wedged Ellowyn’s legs apart and settled in between them.
As he continued to suckle her breasts, a hand drifted down her torso, feeling her flinch, before settling at the thatch of dark curls between her legs.
Ellowyn stiffened with uncertainty as he stroked her, coaxing forth her juices, before inserting a finger into her body.
Ellowyn gasped at the sensual invasion, instinctively bringing her knees up, and it was more than Brandt could take.
Removing the finger, his manhood pushed into her, sliding half of his full, hard length on the first try.
Beneath him, Ellowyn gasped and squirmed with the discomfort, the newness of the sensation, and Brandt withdrew only to come back firmer and harder the second time, driving himself to the hilt in one swift stroke.
Ellowyn cried out softly at the surprise and pain of it, her nails digging into his arms as he began his measured thrusts, his hips undulating against her pelvis, commencing with the sensual rhythm of mating.
Legs wide apart as the massive form of Brandt de Russe settled between them, Ellowyn bit her hand to keep from crying out as he thrust into her again and again.
The first several thrusts were filled with stinging pain, but the more the man moved and ground his hips against hers, the more another sensation began to take hold.
It was like a spark that struggled to grow into a blaze, but when it finally did, Ellowyn stopped biting her hand and began to ride the sensations.
Brandt was a master at building a fire in her loins, something she had never before experienced.
He would thrust into her but then he would also remove his manhood and rub it against her sensitive core, creating sparks and magic before he would thrust into her again.
He did it again and again until eventually, she began to feel the build of something that sent her entire body into a spasm as it radiated out from her loins like lightning bolts of pleasure.
When Brandt felt Ellowyn’s climax begin, he thrust into her, again and again, until he achieved his own release.
It was an explosion of passion, one of such power that he bit his tongue as he peaked.
Underneath him, he could hear Ellowyn gasping as her tremors died down.
Full of warmth and passion and contentment, Brandt gently suckled her neck, toying with a tender nipple as he continued to softly thrust into her over-worked body.
It was enough to send Ellowyn over the edge again as she experienced her second release, bringing her to delirious and confused tears.
Her body was reacting in ways she never imagined possible and she had no idea how to process it.
The only thing that came to mind was tears.
She wept as Brandt continued to kiss her tenderly.
“What is wrong, sweetheart?” he murmured against her flesh. “Did I hurt you? Should I stop?”
Ellowyn sniffled, shaking her head. “No,” she whispered. “You did not hurt me.”
“Then why do you weep?”
She shrugged, the only answer she could give him, and closed her eyes. Brandt watched her face for a moment, concerned with her emotional state. He thought perhaps she was lying and that perhaps he had done something wrong. He didn’t know why she would cry otherwise.
Carefully, he lifted himself off of her and lay down beside her, his big arm across her belly as he continued to watch her face, now in profile.
He didn’t want to upset her. He only wanted to make her happy.
He’d never wanted something so much in his life.
Eventually, her tears calmed and she fell asleep, a soft and deep slumber, but Brandt remained awake, watching her, pondering their new relationship and the course of their future.
Truth be told, their association had started it out on a rather violent note, but he wasn’t sorry.
He had Ellowyn and that was all he cared about.
But he was a man who believed in controlling his destiny, his future, and the same thing applied to Ellowyn.
He was determined to control her happiness as well.
He was gone before she awoke before sunrise.