"I have waited for this day for so long." Anne whispered heavily as Edward tossed her down on the bed. They were still at his family home, as they would not yet be able to acquire their own. Edward promised her that it would be soon though, and she believed him. By now, she would have been happy to live on the streets, as long as she was with him. Okay, well maybe I lied a little there, but a small estate would meet my approval, surely. Okay… maybe a medium sized estate.

Edward grinned as he put his hands around her back and began to unlace her dress. "So have I, my sweet wife." The words felt so right to say. This woman was his true wife, the one he was meant to be with. He should have met her before Catherine, but it was not a problem; he had her now, and she was his, and no other man's! His fingers did not fumble on the laces; he untied the gown as quickly as humanly possible and almost ripped the corset and top piece of the dress pulling it off her with such eagerness. "I have never wanted something as much as I want you." He began to kiss Anne's neck, as her beautiful chest and abdomen were finally revealed to his eyes. He went quickly down to her breasts and began to tongue her nipples passionately.

The delight of his tongue on her breasts, his hands on her body, was overwhelming, but Anne wanted more. She sat up a bit, against the backboard of the bed, as Edward continued to fondle her breasts, and she used her hands to pull his shirt off. She could now see clearly that he had not lied about his interests, his body showed that he was an avid sportsman.

Edward rose from Anne's breasts and came back to her lips, giving Anne a better angle at which she could undo his trousers and rip them off his body without a care in the world. She let her hands slide slowly down his chest to the front of his trousers and she slowly untied them. The suspense was making Edward die on the inside, and he could feel his masculinity pulsing. It had never been like that with Catherine, he had never wanted to rip her clothes off like this, like an animal. It's because Catherine had not been an animal, like him, she had just been a dirty slut with no morals. Anne, on the other hand, was some sort of beautiful, majestic animal, one however, that could not resist the temptation of his body. They were much like lions in his mind, both so powerful, the king and queen of their own world, dominant and well behaved while around others, but when they were alone at last, they were primitive and rampant.

Once Anne was able to untie Edward's trousers and slip them off his legs, Edward wasted no time in getting her skirts off. He wanted them both to be bare, in front of each other. He wanted to see her try to resist giving into him, though he knew she would not be able. In the bed, would be the only place Anne would probably ever give into his wants and needs, and do as she was bid, but he liked the idea of that.

Anne's legs had already begun trembling as Edward removed her skirts. That was it, there was nothing left to remove from each other's bodies, they were completely naked. Anne had worried a bit before hand that at this point, she would no longer know what to do, as she had never done this before, but as soon as she saw his naked body in front of her, instinct took over. She didn't need to think about what she had to do, her body was going to do it for her, without a thought.

Edward noticed the look of pure desire on Anne's face and, wrapping one arm around her back, flipped them over so she was over top of him. They kissed for a few moments, their bodies pressed against each other's firmly, but they could not fight the urge for very long. Anne slid down Edward's body, and placed her hand on his masculinity, looking up at him as she touched it. His eyes were wide as he looked back at her; he had a thirst for her he needed to quench, though he was not sure it was quenchable. He let his hands wander to her femininity for a few moments, which caused Anne to loosen her grip on his masculinity.

"Edward, oh my god…" she managed to mutter. If his hands alone could make her feel like that, she could not imagine how amazing making love to him would be. She would be screaming with pleasure the entire time.

Edward smiled a little, as he heard her call her name and he slowly removed his hand and brought both his hands to her sides to pull her on top of him. Anne did not fight his pull, and she became almost limp in his arms as he entered her. They moaned harmoniously.

From there, things just got vicious. Edward took the first few thrusts very slow, not wanting to cause his new wife pain, but he came to realize that Anne was strong, and he saw no expression of pain on her face like he had seen on Catherine's. He saw only pleasure, so he sat up a bit and brought her legs around his waist. He used his arms to thrust deeply into her, holding back no longer. He had wanted her so bad for weeks, since they had first met, and finally he had her. He was not going to waste him time taking things slow when neither of them wanted it that way. Anne's fingernails dug into his back as she whispered to him to go deeper and he obeyed. By the time Edward flipped Anne over again, so that she was on her back and he was over top of her, she was almost screaming. She grabbed one of the pillows and covered her face to stifle her screams as she remembered they were in his family house. Edward didn't seem to care much. He snickered to himself between moans as he remembered Thomas's room was closest to theirs, the poor lad.

With the last final thrusts, Edward made a scream so loudly with pleasure that not even the pillow could quiet her, and he too, found himself almost yelling as he finished. He could feel Anne's body shaking as he removed himself from her and laid down beside her on the bed. He was sweaty, exhausted and breathing so heavily it seemed as if he had just run for miles; it certainly felt that way. He turned on his side and looked to Anne, beaming with happiness. He put a hand on her cheek and brushed away some hairs that were stuck to her face, laughing. "You are amazing!"

Anne laughed too, like the whole situation was so incredibly good, it was funny. Did that really just happen? "So are you…" she said, looking at him with longing. If she had not been so tired, she could have gone again, she wanted to go again. "You've officially blown my mind, mister Seymour." She said, laughing again.

He laughed. "Thank you, Lady Seymour."

Lady Seymour, that is who I am now. I am his wife and he is my husband. I am Lady Anne Seymour. Anne smiled sweetly and leaned in to kiss him on the nose. "If we continue to go like this, I think that you will find our home full of children."

"I have no complaints. I would like to have my own children." He admitted. His two bastards were probably his own brother's, not his son's. He needed a child, his own child and he knew Anne would give him one, or two, or ten! If this passion never died, she could give him an army!

Anne stroked his cheek. "So would I." She admitted, surprising even herself. "But not too quickly, I mean, we should have some time together, alone, without disruption, before having many children, and we will first need our own home, of course."

Edward nodded his head. "We will have one, I promise. Like I told you when I met, and, as I will remind you whenever I wish," he said, winking. "I am very much in the King's favour at this moment. I will find myself some way to make money."

"Good." Anne replied, happy that her husband made goals for himself. She knew he would achieve them too. He is not fond of failure. She thought. "I think we will enjoy each other's company."

"Maybe a little too much." He joked, grinning. He then kissed her on the forehead. "You have tired me out, mistress Seymour."

She laughed and turned over onto her back, looking up at the ceiling. "You have worn me out too, you know, but I am thankful because I have never felt so much pleasure in my life." She could still feel her body trembling slightly, but she found her body relaxing as Edward wrapped his arms around her. His head rested beside her ear.

"I will make you scream like that every time." He assured her, whispering in her ear. Anne felt a shiver go down her spine and she turned to face the door, sighing a little in exhaustion as she did. "Good night, my wife." Edward said, kissing her cheek.

"Good night, husband." Anne whispered right before she dozed off in the arms of her new beloved.