Chapter 4

Rating rises to M here as Edith & Anthony finally consummate their long simmering passion.

Anthony drew Edith close to him and she moaned softly as he kissed her hard. She shivered.

"Edith, I have wanted to make love to you for so long,"

"I have wanted you to,"

She gently supported his injured arm while she carefully took off his sling. She struggled a little with his cravat and the buttons of his shirt as she was inexperienced in such matters but he was incredibly patient with her. Finally she removed his shirt and gasped as she took him in. He was simply gorgeous; lean yet muscular and not running to fat like some of his peers. He had a smattering of dark blonde hair on his chest.

"I want to kiss and caress your scars," she whispered, "I know you won't feel it but I want to anyway."

"Are you sure?" he whispered, "This is a moment I've always worried about."

"Please let me see, Anthony; I love you because those scars are part of you; I don't love you in spite of them because I loved you long before you were injured."

He turned his back to her and she slipped her arms around his waist and pressed close to him as her fingers lovingly caressed the dark scars and her mouth kissed them. He could not feel as much as he would like to have done but it brought tears to his eyes knowing she accepted them and was not afraid. In his darkest moments he had doubted she would ever want to share his bed but those doubts had melted away the moment their lips had touched in that first searing kiss.

She moved back in front and began to swirl her tongue around his erect nipples.

"Oh Edith," he moaned, "Oh my lovely sweet Lady Edith,"

She helped him remove the rest of his clothing and gasped when she saw his arousal for he was big and hard; telling her that she wanted him inside her private space. He lay on the bed unable to take his eyes off her.

Edith slowly unbuttoned her dress and let it slip to the floor before removing her undergarments; thankful she was too slim to require a corset. He gasped for watching her undress was a beautifully erotic experience. He took in her creamy skin, her pert breasts and supple legs as well as the patch of coppery hair covering her sex.

"Edith," he murmured.

She slipped in bed beside him.

"How am I doing so far?" she murmured, "given that I have no experience in these matters,"

"You're doing fine," he whispered, "and you are ten times more beautiful naked than I ever imagined you would be."

She nestled into the crook of his good arm realising that she was deliciously wet.

"Make love to me darling Anthony," she whispered to him as she nuzzled the hollow of his neck, "It's time I knew what being with a man; a deliciously gorgeous real man, was all about."

He slipped inside her and she moaned softly as she felt his slow steady strokes caress her most intimate and moist space. She put her arms around his neck and drew his head down for a kiss.

They made love passionately; she pressed up against him as they went at it harder and faster until they were panting and slicked with sweat.

"Oh god Anthony, my love," she almost screamed as a jet of creamy vaginal fluid gushes from inside her.

"Oh darling Edith," he moaned softly as he ejaculated a stream inside her. He took her into the crook of his good arm and they lay still until their ragged breathing returned to normal rate.

They had a long cuddle and Edith rested her head on his chest.

"Did the scarring shock you?" he asked her.

"No," she replied truthfully, "I think you painted it to be worse than it is but all seeing it has done is make me love you even more."

They fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

OO

The next morning was busy although they enjoyed waking up together. Edith went to the guest room and dressed there, rumpling the bed to make it look slept in. Anthony's valet came to dress him.

While Anthony was filling his trusty butler in on their elopement plans Edith drafted a letter to her parents. They had not spared her feelings so she did not spare theirs. She gave a brief statement of facts; that was all and stressed that it was too late to stop them and their attitude to Anthony had precipitated this in the first place.

By mid morning they were ready to go. Edith gave Anthony the letter and he instructed the butler to post it the following day.

They drove off in Edith's car. They had packed a few of Anthony's clothes and would be stopping to get Edith some clothes once they were past the Yorkshire border.

OO

They drove north, stopping occasionally to refuel and eat. Edith was incredibly excited at the prospect of what they were doing. She thought that Sybil would have been proud of her. If her parents and Mary could not accept it then Edith would live with it because she would have the man she loved and right now absolutely nothing and no one else mattered to her.

Anthony too was rather surprised at his own audacity but he had no intention of letting her down again. Last night had proved beyond any shadow of a doubt that they belonged together and he tingled all over when he recalled her sensual caresses and the way being inside her had felt. He felt no guilt because he knew he could make her happy and give her the freedom to be herself. So what if he could not carry her over any threshold? What mattered was the tender way in which she had touched his injury. He had not been able to feel much but he appreciated her statement of intentions in that area and it had made him emotional. Oh god he loved her so much and the fact that they would finally be together as man and wife spurred him on.

OO

Towards evening they crossed the border into Scotland.