Chapter Ten
When Love Is Not Madness It Is Not Love
Andrea straddled him. So many thoughts going through her mind, sensual things to try that she didn't even know where to start, or if such things were even possible. She was also afraid she was too shy to try half of them. What would Niklaus think of her if she said she wanted to touch him there, to wrap her fingers around the long, thick flesh? Did well bred ladies who were to be married not do such things? Would he think less of her?
"Goodness you look as if you have so much going through your mind right now, Little Wolf. What are you thinking? Tell me. Show me. It's fine and I'm more than eager, I assure you." As if to prove his words, he lifted his hips to prove his point.
She leaned down and kissed him. That she knew how to do. He'd taught her well and their mouths moved together in perfect, sweet unison. Boldly, she broke the kiss and slid her mouth down the column of his throat. His skin was smooth as he had shaved for the party and he smelled of wine and cake and the underlying scent that was his alone.
Before she had bathed, that scent had lingered on her skin after their first night together and she felt a pang of sorrow at washing it away.
She moved down his body, running her fingers over his smooth, golden skin. She ran the pads of her fingers over his nipples, wondering if it would bring him the same pleasure it brought her. She looked at him. He had his bottom lip between his teeth. Encouraged, she lowered her head and pressed her mouth to one nipple. She licked the pink flesh and he sucked in his breath, making her smile. Boldly she grazed it with her teeth and he groaned in approval. She felt Niklaus grow between her legs and she gave herself a moment to press her folds down against the delicious thickness, making them both groan. Andrea bit her lip and forced herself to ease off and concentrate on her exploration. She trailed her fingers down along the taut softness of his stomach, running a nail down the light brown line of hair that led to the thatch of darker hair. She swallowed nervously and looked up. "I want to touch you."
Niklaus sucked in his breath and if anything, she felt his member grow thicker against her hip.
"Is that all right?" It was an unnecessary question. She learned well that when his body grew thick like that it meant he liked something very much.
He took her hand and wrapped it around his shaft. She blinked in surprise at the sensation. It was like smooth velvet over steel and so warm. She tightened her fingers around the flesh gently, afraid to hurt him.
"Ohhh fuck," he groaned, arching.
"What's that?" she asked. "That word. Oh my…you feel so nice," she marvelled, stroking him.
"It's…an…Ah, like that, love. Just up and down like that. It's an exclamation. It is also what…mmm…what we do when I'm inside of you."
"Oh I like that. Fuck." She smiled at the word and the way his eyes lit with lust at hearing her say it.
She reached down and cupped the swollen round heavy skin, like a sac at the base of his…"And what is this called?"
He groaned. "Bollocks. Balls."
"Hmm, quite right. They are round. And this?" She asked, stroking the hard shaft up and down, watching as a few beads of moisture seeped through the head.
"Is this my punishment? Trying to form coherent….damn….words while your hand…on my cock?" he demanded, eyes blazing.
She grinned and gave it a little squeeze. "So 'cock' then?"
"Oh enough you vixen!" He exclaimed, gripping her by the hips and flipping her onto her back, making her squeal. "I think that punishment has been well meted out now."
"No! You were supposed to beg for mercy!" she laughed, protesting and squirming as he tried to pin her down.
"Mercy, sweetheart. Mercy! I need to get inside of you now or I shall surely die." He kissed her, making her melt and allowing him to lay her flat on the bed.
"Mmm, so you want to do 'fuck' to me with your cock?"
His eyes lit with hunger at her words though his mouth quirked with humour. He nuzzled her lips. "I want to fuck you with my cock," he corrected her.
"Ah. I think I understand now, my love." She spread her thighs and cradled him.
He eased into her slowly, making her sigh at the stretching, exquisite fullness. There was still a slight sting but Andrea lifted her hips, pressing against it.
He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers and when he opened them again, Andrea sucked in her breath at the fullness of emotion she found there. He hadn't said the words. She imagined men didn't say such things but she saw it there in his eyes. He loved her.
She reached down and pushed him deeper into her. "I love you," she sighed against his mouth.
He took her slowly, a driving, sensual rhythm that built the tension inside of her with a gradual throbbing intensity until she was moaning his name. The air around them felt alive, hungry, threatening to devour them both and Andrea threw herself into it eagerly.
Niklaus smiled down at her, then slid an arm beneath her and flipped her over so that he was underneath her yet again. She gasped at how much deeper he felt with her on top of him.
"Oh…" she gasped.
"Ride me, love…" he panted.
It took her a moment to figure out the best rhythm, an up and down rocking that had him so high up inside of her she swore she could feel him in her belly.
"Oh sweet heaven…" she moaned, moving forward.
He cupped her breasts and drove his hips up in time with her movements, making his slide against the sensitive bundle of nerves just above where they were joined. The warmth of his hands, coupled with the exquisite driving friction made her cry out her release with an arch of her body and digging he nails into his chest.
Holding her steady, Niklaus drove up harder, picking up his pace, thrusting through her release until she felt him fill her with his thick and hot release, moaning her name, kindling the tension with her until she was hovering with the need for completion yet again, but with a whimper she realized that he was softening inside of her. She fell against him, his body rising and falling with his harsh breathing beneath her. Shivering against him, she nuzzled his neck, kissing the saltiness of the sweat on his skin, licking at it.
With a groan, he pulled himself out of her and turned them both, curling up around her. She rubbed her bottom against him, making him hiss.
"Be gentle, love. It's too much to have you touch me there right now."
She took his hand and kissed it. "A rough ride was it?" she teased.
He burst out laughing. "That it was, Little Wolf." He cupped her breast and drew her closer to him. "You make me laugh more than I ever have in my whole life. You make me happy," he admitted. His voice sounded so small then and uncertain that Andrea turned towards him in question, but he kissed her cheek and nudged her back away from him as if he couldn't say such things with her looking at him. The idea sent a pang of sorrow though her and fresh anger at his mother and father.
"Your very existence makes me happy, Niklaus. I look forward to spending my whole life making sure you know nothing but happiness." She linked her fingers with his, studying his strong, yet elegant hands. Oh the magic these hands could do. Andrea bit her lip. "Elijah told me there would be no children. A part of me is sad about that, but my heart is too full of love for you to bemoan anything lacking in a future with you. You're enough."
He went still behind her. "It's for the best. I don't have it in me to be a father."
She turned her head. "Of course you do! You're nothing like Mikael. You took care of me when I was a child. You were loving and sweet and kind. You taught me how to read and write and were patient with me and all my silly questions. I wished so many times you could have been my father."
"Well, you can't argue with me that was for the best that I wasn't, now can you, Little Wolf?" He nudged and she could hear the humour in his voice and blushed.
"All right. I'll admit you're right about that one." She stroked his palm, the throb in her body receding enough to allow her to drift off to sleep in his arms.
She came awake to the sensation of Niklaus getting up out of the bed. She whimpered in the darkness and tried to pull him back. "Stay."
He gave a soft laugh and pulled her arm from around his chest. He kissed her hand. "I can't, love. It wouldn't proper to be found in your bed, remember?"
"Hmmph. I hate propriety," she grumbled.
He leaned down and stroked her head, kissing it before departing.
She woke up that morning to a note on her pillow.
Wish me luck, my beloved Little Wolf.
She had finished dressing and was about to summon a servant to fix her hair when there was a frantic knocking on her door.
"It's Rachel, Andrea! Let me in. Something terrible has happened!"
Andrea's first thought was that Niklaus had been hurt but once she opened the door, Rachel's tear stained face crumpled and she threw her arms around Andrea and the whole story spilled out. Not Niklaus. Father.
She ran down the stairs with her sister to see their mother sobbing over their father's bloodied body laid out on the floor of the foyer, a crowd around them. Niklaus was white-faced and his eyes met Andrea's and there was a flicker of something…panic…Andrea told herself before sorrow filled his eyes before he rushed over to her.
The story came out in a rush of horror. They were attacked by a wild animal and her father, Caleb had died protecting Niklaus. A hero's death, Niklaus said as he held Andrea as she cried.
They had to observe a period of mourning, at least one year before they could be married. Niklaus said that Caleb had given his blessing and Sayra agreed that they could go ahead with the marriage after the mourning period had been observed.
Niklaus was not happy that Andrea had to return to Wessex with Rachel and her mother and insisted she stay with them but Andrea didn't have the heart to leave her mother alone so soon after Caleb's death.
After Rachel married first, after the period of mourning and to which the Mikaelsons were invited, they all returned to York with them to prepare for Niklaus and Andrea's wedding.
Rachel's husband Fergus was an older man and Andrea liked his quiet manner. He reminded her of their father.
Andrea was so happy to be reunited with Niklaus and to get started on their wedding. He kept adding details to make it more and more extravagant that Elijah and Rebekah would tease him that he was acting more like a bride than Andrea was.
"Oh hush," Andrea insisted, linking her arm with Niklaus's as they watched yet another orchestra play in the ballroom from which they would choose who would play at the reception. "Happy Niklaus is a marvel."
"Happy Niklaus," Elijah grinned. "Should we get banners made with that, do you think?"
"You are cordially invited to the wedding of Andrea Labonair and Happy Niklaus Mikaelson," Rebekah teased.
"To the devil with the lot of you!" He exclaimed turning and walking out while Andrea pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh, though Rebekah had no such restraint.
They resumed the practice of sneaking into each other's rooms though Niklaus insisted since they had her parents blessing they didn't need to sneak about anymore.
"Oh no. How would it look if people knew what we were doing? I couldn't possibly have them think me loose," she insisted as he nuzzled her neck.
"No, no, very well. For your sake then. I do admit the illicitness does hold an attraction," he said as he peeled off her clothing and then his own.
"Oh so once we're wed should I worry you'll become bored, then?"
He gripped her hips and pushed her down into the mattress. "I can promise you that will not be an issue, love. I can barely restrain myself with you as it is!" He said, gently biting her nipple, making her squeal.
"That was restraint?" she asked, stunned as he moved down the length of her body. "Wait, where are you going?" He parted her thighs and her confusion grew. All the breath left her body when he closed his mouth over her center and flicked at her folds with his tongue. Her thighs clamped so tight around his head. "What are doing? Oh God…."
He chuckled and pushed her thighs apart to he could continue. She never imagined such a thing! His tongue licked, his lips sucked and his teeth grazed places she thought were not meant to be touched in that way but oh sweet heaven it was glorious! She wondered if it was a part of his hybrid nature that made him engage in such things because surely normal men didn't do this. All of a sudden her release slammed into her with frightening speed and Andrea covered her mouth to stifle her scream though Niklaus had assured her long ago that the sound wouldn't carry.
"Oh my God…Oh my God…Oh my God…." Andrea panted.
"I have wanted to do that to you for over a fucking year," he said, climbing back up her body. "Now, open for me again, Little Wolf because I mean to make up for lost time." He slid his hands underneath her body and lifted her slightly off the mattress. He parted her still too sensitive folds with his cock and Andrea whimpered at the almost painful exquisiteness.
He slid in so easily, meeting no resistance as he held her thighs in his hands and began to thrust with deep, hard power. She gripped the edges of his pillow, giving herself up to his brutal delicious assault on her body. He shattered her a second time, yet didn't stop his movements, his eyes glittering with blue, fierce determination.
Trembling she lifted her head from the pillow. "More," she challenged, showing him his passion did not frighten her. "I want more."
His teeth bared, fangs showing and she almost thought he meant to bite her and for a suspended moment, she almost wanted him to, but no. He gathered her up completely off the bed and urged her to turn around and grip the head board. Ah, she thought with a little shiver. Like animals then.
She moaned when he drove into her from behind, like hard steel and then his hand was there between her legs as well and her brain thought no more as she shattered again and again, pushing against his hard thrusting. The air around them blurry with passion and that throbbing life seemed to fill the room whenever he took her. Their bodies, damp with sweat moved against each other until finally she felt him swell and burst in hot thick jets inside of her.
It was a good few minutes before they could speak again. "Mmm, no straying from the marriage bed for either of thus I imagine," she joked breathlessly.
He nipped at her shoulder. "I'd kill you, Little Wolf."
"And I you, beloved. Rest assured, and I you."
That was why it didn't scare her when he spoke like that, because she felt it too. The urge to do bloody violence at the mere suggestion of some other woman seeing him like this, stripped down, animal male, vulnerable to the love between them in a way that Niklaus Mikaelson was vulnerable to nothing. He belonged to her as much as she belonged to him and she would destroy anyone who tried to take him away from her.
She listened to the beat of his heart as it calmed. "That does make me think of something though. Are you certain you want to marry me?"
His arm tightened around her instinctively and it warmed her heart that it did. "What nonsense is this?"
"I only ask because…I want you not to have any doubts, Niklaus."
"I'm the one who should be worried about you having doubts. The things I've done…will have to do to survive. I'm not a good man, Little Wolf-"
"Hush, yes you are, but that's not what I mean. You're…well, what you are. Immortal. I'm…not. You'll always be young and beautiful. A strong, powerful man. I will grow old, have wrinkles and someday…someday I'll die, Niklaus-"
His grip tightened. "Stop this, Andrea. I'm not discussing this."
She kissed his chest. "We must, beloved. Even if my transition happens, werewolves are not immortal. Are you sure you can accept that?"
His hand stopped its trailing motion along her spine and he cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. "No. I refuse to accept it. I'm not letting you die. Ever. Let me turn you, Andrea. Take my blood now and let me make you a vampire like me then I won't lose you and we can just live forever and be happy together for eternity."