This chapter was quite funny for me to write, so I hope you'll enjoy it!

It contains a lemon, Rated M.

Chapter Eleven: The Wedding Night

"There is something else I would like to show you."

Demelza felt impatience invade her mind at Ross's words. She was like a little girl waiting for a surprise. It was only half an hour after everyone left the reception. They had spent some minutes talking with each other near the fire, but seeing Demelza's discomfort, Ross had chosen to show her every nook and cranny the house had to offer. Now that she was the new mistress of the place, she had to know everything of it. At first, Ross had been nervous to do so, knowing that Nampara had nothing in common with Carne House. But thankfully she seemed joyful to see her new home, and he was immensely glad of it.

"Close your eyes," he ordered as he gently took her right hand.

She complied in silence, an amused smile on her lips. He slowly guided her into in the library.

"Now, you can open them."

She let out a short exclamation. Ross was not very fond of books, mostly because he did not have enough time to read, but he knew she loved to. The day after she had agreed to marry him, Ross had reorganized the room, transforming it into a sort of boudoir in which he hoped she would feel at home in.

"Do you like it? I changed it for you."

"It is amazing, Ross! I do not know how to thank you."

"You do not have to. And you'll have to get used to it. I know books are what you prefer in life."

"Are you sure about that?" she teased him.

He squinted, quickly thinking about it. He thought she loved to read, to see her friends and to ride a horse. What else could she love? Demelza slowly approached him, entwining her hand with his.

"I love to run away from my house to go for a horse ride, or for a very long walk near the sea. You'll have to get used to it."

He let out a laugh as he wrapped his arms around her. He slowly put a kiss on her forehead before shifting slightly to press his lips to hers. She smelled so good. Now that she was in his house - no, their house - he wanted her to stay forever, to never disappear from his life.

"Then," he whispered down her ear, "do not go too away from me."

Demelza felt fear in this sentence. Was he afraid to lose her? As he had once lost Elizabeth? She internally made the vow to never run away from him, no matter what would happen to them. He was her husband. The man who had touched her heart. She would be loyal to him. She lifted her head to look him in the eyes, trying to read his emotion.

"I won't, Ross," she answered with a very soft tone, trying to be as persuasive as she could.

And then, suddenly, she felt his lips pressing hers with force. It was a desperate, passionate kiss. This man definitely had a gift to surprise her. He was unpredictable. As she responded to his kiss, her eyes closed, she felt one of his hands on her back, pushing her against him, as the other one was now in her hair, holding the back of her head. He was literally trying to hold her, and she did not feel the need to pull away from his grip. She even let her own hand move to his hair, playing with it. She was blind, and she assumed he was too, and it was too complicated to think about what to do next. They were just kissing, again and again, and with the same desire they had had the first time they had shared a kiss.

Demelza felt something hitting the top of her legs. She had not even realized that he had pushed her towards the main table. He started to kiss her neck and her collarbone, making her shiver. She had never felt that before. Something was starting to burn between her legs, and she wanted more.

As Ross stepped against her, he felt her body sway, and realized she was losing her balance. He managed to catch her before she fell, leaving her lips for a second. But this made him realize where all of this was leading them. He could feel the consequence of this right down his belly, and deeply hoped Demelza would not notice his arousal. He wanted her. Physically. If things had continued, he would have taken her right on the table.

You are so stupid, Ross. She has never done thiskind of thing before. There's no need to startle her. She is your wife, you idiot.

But as he let her go from his grip, he noticed their kiss had awakened something in her mind. He saw a strange glint in her slightly opened eyes. Was it excitement? He could not tell. At least, he hoped he had as much effect on her than she had on him, but he was dubious of it.

He smiled to her as they both got their breath back, and kissed her one last time. A tender kiss this time. Slight and quick. He would have plenty of time to kiss her passionately. To respect her and honor her. There was no need to rush things. He loved her more than anything else, so he could wait.

"Are you hungry?" he asked as he dropped her hand.

He tried his best not to laugh at the funny turn of phrase.

"I am not, thank you."

"Something to drink?"

"A glass of wine, please."

He smiled as they both left the library. Demelza was still feeling dizzy. She had the strange feeling to have not obtained what she wanted, but she could not put a name on what she wanted. When she reached the living room, she saw Ross pouring wine into two glasses. She looked at the window, seeing that the moon was starting to rise. She felt a pain in her stomach, as tension was considerably growing in her mind. Tonight was her wedding night, and she had no idea about what she was supposed to do. She had just understood, according to the low talks she had heard, that she, as a woman, had to do anything to please her husband. Some of her chambermaids had told her it was painful. Ross turned towards her and gave her a shy smile. She definitely had to tell him how stunning his smile was. She would do anything to please him, even though she had not a clear idea of what this truly meant. Even if it meant she would feel pain.

"Are you alright?"

Ross's voice made her jump with surprise. She realized he was next to her, handing her a glass of wine.

"I am well," she answered.

Even if she felt Ross was not very convicted by her words, she was relieved he did not insist. She quickly smiled to him and took a seat on the sofa. She took three big sips of wine hoping it would embolden her. Ross sat in front of her, on the armchair. She could feel his dark eyes staring at her. What was he thinking about?

She is so pretty.

With the light of the flames dancing on her cheeks, she was as stunning as the night at Killewarren. But she seemed anxious. Was it about the wedding night? Or maybe because she was missing her family? Maybe she was regretting her decision to marry him? He had to do something, but all he was capable of right now was of admiring her in silence.

"I love this house," she said with a low voice.

They shared a smile.

"It looks like you," she continued, "It is simple, forthright... Some people would say it is dark and plain, but I find it marvellous."

Was it a compliment? Ross felt his heart race a little. He was not used to this kind of flattery.

"Thank you, Demelza."

"Today was an amazing day."

He lifted his head, silently wishing she would go deeper in her speech.

"Everyone was so kind with us."

"I saw you with Caroline. I am glad you reconciled."

"Me too. Caroline is clearly not the kind of person who gives up easily. But she told me she was happy for me. That she understood my choice."

"And?" Ross asked.

He was beginning to know Miss Penvenen, enough to guess she would give him an indirect dig.

"... And she told me to let her know if you were a bad husband."

They both chuckled.

"I hope she will get to know you, someday. I am sure she will understand why I care for you so much," Demelza declared.

"I hope it too."

Anything for you.

"Talking about friends... What do you think of Dwight?" he asked.

"He seems to be an honest man. He is calm and patient, I understand what you admire in him."

"I am very happy to hear it. He is someone I really care about."

"Such as me?"

"I care about you... almost as much as I care about him."

"Oh, you!"

She opened her eyes wide as Ross laughed of her annoyed face. He loved to tease her. His laughter finally affected Demelza who laughed as well. As they stopped, the silence came back. She looked pensively at her hands, playing with her fingers.

"Where are Jud and Prudie?" she suddenly asked, lifting her head.

"They are staying at a friend's house tonight. Jud wanted to extend the party."

Therefore there is just the two of us, Demelza thought. She could not tell if this idea scared or reassured her. She tried to take another sip of wine, but realized her glass was empty. Ross silently stood to serve her again.

As the time passed, Demelza managed to relax. Ross was teasing her most of the time, but they managed to have many conversations, about the mine, Jud and Prudie, his childhood... Demelza was listening to him with a real interest, amused to hear the numerous anecdotes he had about Francis. They had grown up with each other, as real siblings. Demelza could tell Ross admired his cousin, even if he was too proud to admit it out loud. It was the first time Ross had talked for so long, but she did not mind. She was a part of his life now, and she wanted to know everything she could about it. But she rapidly started to feel the coldness of the night overwhelming her, and let out a yawn.

"I think it is time for you to rest," Ross declared with a serious voice, betraying his concern.

"I am sorry, Ross..."

"There is no problem. I made the bed for you."

He stood up and quickly left the room, coming back with an alight candelabrum in his hand. She followed him until they reached the door of the bedroom. There, he gave her the candlestick.

"I have to bring more blankets. You can prepare. I will knock."

She shyly nodded and he left her. She opened the door, entering in the room. The bed was not as huge as the one she had when she still lived at her father's house, but it still looked comfortable. Demelza set the candle on the bedside table. She saw a bowl of water situated on a table on the opposite side. She tried to untie her dress but rapidly remembered it was a wedding one, and that she had needed the help of three maids to put it on. Prudie's help would have been perfect.

As she struggled, she heard three knocks. She gulped before opening it. Ross entered with two woollen blankets in his arms. He put it on the bed, making sure it would be enough. He wanted Demelza to feel comfortable for her first night. He had noticed her tiredness and wanted her to rest before anything else. She was still young and he did not want to force things.

"Do you need anything else?"

"Hum... Y... Yes."

According to her red cheeks, what she was about to ask him seemed to be embarrassing.

"The dress... it unfastens down the back."

She turned a little to expose her back and the numerous laces on it. Ross gulped as he approached her. He had already undressed a woman. Many times. But right now, everything was different. She had asked this with innocence, because that was what she was. Innocent. Untouched. All he had to do was to help her untie her dress, lead her to the bed, fall asleep holding her in his arms - if she allowed him to - and nothing else. No big deal. He could wait.

He approached her and began to gently undo the ties of her dress. It took him quite a while to understand how the dress had been fastened, but then the task was not difficult at all. Demelza put her hair on her left shoulder to help him, but the vision of her thin neck distracted him more than anything else. Was it normal, that a young and astonishing girl could have so much effect on him? Ross had already been excited by a woman in his life, but not this much. It was at the same time disturbing and interesting. Once he was done, he managed to step back a little, still admiring her lovely back.

Demelza removed her sleeves and the dress slipped down her body, falling to her feet. Even if she had been quite disturbed by the sensation of Ross's fingers over her dress, she had managed to find composure. After all, it was not as if she was naked.

She stopped, realizing he was still some feet behind her. She did not know what to do. She had to remove all of her clothes, but she did not want him to see her naked.

You are his wife. He can stay in the room if he wants to.

At first startled by this idea, Demelza found some comfort in the idea that she was now Mrs. Poldark and that nothing she was doing was wrong. And if it was not proper, Ross would tell her. But, when she finally turned back, she realized the room was empty. He had left to give her some privacy.

And here she was now, undoing her flower crown in her nightgown. Ross knocked a second time and she allowed him to enter. He was only wearing a shirt and his trousers now, his feet were naked. Demelza admired the part of his chest which was now visible thanks to the sweep of his shirt. She wanted to see more of his body.

Ross had hoped she would be already in the bed when he returned, but she was not and now he could see her long legs and the shape of her breasts as she was wearing a thin nightgown. Did she have any idea just how tempting she was right now? Ross had to undo his trousers, but feeling the hardness of his manhood, he realized it would not be easy to do so. Demelza managed to pull out all the flowers from her head and her hair now danced freely down her back. She lifted her eyes in his direction, her cheeks red. It was as if she was ashamed of something. Was she ashamed of her body? It could not be. She had by far the most beautiful body he had seen, but he was incapable of telling her. In fact, he was incapable of making a sound, or a move. All he could do was to look at her and drool. She slowly approached him.

"Ross... Are you alright?"

He managed to snap out of it and gently took her hand.

"Yes, yes. I am well," he said as he kissed her knuckles.

"So... What do I have to do now?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"It is our wedding night..." Demelza's voice was now no more than a rasp. "It means I..."

"You have nothing to do, Demelza. We can wait if you want to. I would never force you to do something you do not want to."

He was still holding her hand in his hands, holding it tight, as if he was afraid she would run away. She felt it and hugged him in silence, taking him by surprise. He inhaled her ravishing smell.

"I do not want to wait," he heard her whisper against his chest. "It is just something I have never done before. Tell me what to do."

Ross was trying not to think about the way she was dressed. He wanted her more than anything, but most of all, he wanted her first time to be perfect. He knew it could hurt her and hated this idea. But as Demelza stopped hugging him, Ross realized she had asked him something. "Tell me what to do.". No. She had nothing to do. It was not how it worked. Not with her. He decided to use physical language instead of giving her a real answer. He lowered his head and started to kiss her, at first gently. He felt her hand on his cheek, and the other one in his hair. He felt her lips relax under his kiss, and finally their tongues met each other. She did not seem to be surprised or offended, and it comforted him. Still kissing her, Ross managed to make her step backwards until her legs met the bed. There, he stopped and looked at her, holding her face in his hands.

"If you want me to stop, if something displeases you, tell me. Do not hesitate."

She nodded, and he could feel tension in her eyes, but there was a palpable excitation in her breath. Ross softly helped her to lay on the bed, and left her to blow the candles out. He knew Demelza had the annoying habit of underestimate herself. Therefore, he did not want her to be stressed by the idea of him seeing her naked, even though what he had seen of her had considerably delighted him.

When all the room went dark, Demelza felt worried about Ross's absence. She needed his presence right now. With the moonlight, she could distinguish the shapes all around her, but all she could focus on was the very weird sensation she had between her legs. It was warm but not painful. Ross came back and sat on the bed. She went back until she felt the pillows under her head. She felt his lips against hers once more, his tongue teasing her as his hands were slowly caressing her neck and her shoulders. Then, she felt his kiss on her neck, and the millions of shivers it gave her made her moan. He was silent, but she could still feel his warm and halting exhalations against her ears. As he started to kiss her collar bone, he took the end of her nightgown and started to lift it. At first she had tensed, but when she realized that he only wanted to pull her only clothes away, she let him do it. Once it was done, she suddenly felt the coldness of the sheets under her back, and realized she was now stark naked. She was relieved that the lights were out. No one had ever seen her like this before, but she did not feel ashamed. It was Ross, and therefore, it was right.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," Ross whispered in her ear as if he had heard her thoughts.

Then, he started to kiss her neck and her shoulder, apparently encouraged by the moans she was now incapable of controlling. His head went down to her chest, his kiss plunging into the space between her breasts. When he kissed one of her nipples, she jumped in surprise. She had never felt that before, and yet she wanted more. Ross let out a moan as he started to kiss her breast, caressing the other with his skilled fingers. He was definitely good at this. He went back onto his side to kiss her on the lips, caressing her with gentleness and love. Then she felt his hand on her leg. His forehead was against hers as his hand climbed back up between her thighs, to the most intimate part of her body. She shivered as she felt his cold hand over her warm intimate part. She felt fear invade her thoughts and she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, seeking reassurance.

"Are you okay, Demelza?"

She had never heard him sound like that. His voice was rasping against her mouth, and he sounded like an animal.

"I... I..."

She let out a loud whine as Ross's fingers moved on the top of her sexuality. She had no idea about what he was doing, but it felt very good. His fingers were moving in a circle over her, and all she could focus on was about the growing sensation she was feeling down there. She was incapable of remaining silent now, and she could tell Ross was glad to hear her. She was still holding him, her legs spread, as he was kissing her neck, biting her earlobe and sucking her skin.

Ross knew she was about to come. He was glad she was so receptive. Her body was perfect, and he wanted to explore every part of it. He could feel his manhood grow even harder against his trousers. He needed to kiss her. Down there. He went over her once again, taking her arms and lifting them on top of her head. He tenderly kissed her lips before going down, kissing her collarbone, her breasts, her belly, her thigh...

Demelza felt her body jump as she felt Ross's lips right where he had caressed her some seconds before. She felt his tongue teasing her, and all she could hear was her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She was trying to breathe normally but it was impossible. She let her head fall against the comfy pillow, her hands on each side of it. She could not describe what she was feeling, it was as if she was not controlling her body any more. But she felt well, in an indescribable way. She wanted Ross. She wanted him against her, in a way she could now barely imagine. She had to kiss his body too. Letting out a last moan, she managed to move to sit up straight on her knees, seeing Ross go backwards and stand up out of the bed, surprised.

"What is it?"

He seemed deeply concerned, as if he feared she did not enjoy it. She approached him, still standing on her knees, and pulled on his shirt to attract him. She kissed him with hunger as her hands were trying to take his shirt off. He finally understood what she wanted and the second after, she felt his hot skin under her fingers.

Now, it was her turn. Ross sat on the bed, on his knees too, as Demelza started to kiss his neck, her hands exploring the muscles of his back. Damn, he was definitely a strong man. She then touched his chest and went down to his carved abdominals. She could hear his short exhalations as she was exploring the top of his body with nothing else than her hands and her mouth. She suddenly felt his hand giving a solid grip on each of his legs. He lifted her against him, leaving her spread over his thigh. Even though he still had his trousers on, Demelza felt something hard against her intimacy. Ross kissed her, both of his hands in her hair.

"I love you," he rumbled.

These words were as powerful as any of his touch, and Demelza groaned. Ross stopped, and she felt her forehead touch his. With the moonlight caressing his face, she could almost see his dark eyes.

"Do you want me to continue, Demelza?"

"Yes. Please, please Ross."

But he did not move.

"I want you to be sure. This might be painful for you."

Pain. Demelza tensed at a bit. She had completely forgotten about it. She could still feel Ross's stare.

"If there is pain, I know you'll try to minimize it. I trust you," she declared before kissing his forehead.

Ross smiled. Of course he would do anything not to hurt her. But he knew he wanted to make love with her. He gently pushed her against the pillows, silently urging her to go under the blankets. He joined her, feeling his blood burning through his veins. He unbuttoned and took his trousers off, feeling his manhood hard against his belly. He hoped Demelza could not see it, he really did not want to startle her. He could feel her near him, laying on her back, breathing loudly. He gave short and tender kisses over her lips as he spread her legs around his hips. He leaned on his left forearm, his forehead against hers, while his right hand was adjusting his manhood near her opening.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

She whispered a "Yes" right next to his ear. Ross caressed her gently, feeling her getting wet under his touch. He heard her moan, and when he found the right moment, he penetrated her. Demelza's body tensed and she let out a whine as she gripped his hair with force. Ross let his chest fall against her, kissing her and whispering her comforting sentences as he felt the pleasure grow in his body. He was in her. They were one. He felt Demelza relax with his words and he deeply kissed her mouth as he started to move.

It was painful. But not as painful as she had imagined. It did not last very long. And now, she could feel Ross moving into her. It was strange, but beautiful. She felt the ache in her belly go away as she felt a new sensation coming, a warm one, very pleasing. She could hear that Ross was enjoying it. He was gentle in his moves, but each time he plunged into her, his exhalations and moans were louder and louder. And hers too. She wrapped her legs around his back as she felt the pleasure grow. She was pleasing him. But he was also pleasing her. And then, it became painful again. She was feeling the need to yell, but she felt too ashamed. Ross was kissing and biting her neck as he whispered:

"My love... You can let go."

He plunged into her three more times after this, and all she could remember of it was the pleasure running through her veins as she yelled his name and felt an indisputable and orgasmic thrill down her belly. Ross finally loudly exhaled as well as she felt his seed in her. She could feel his heartbeat racing in unison with hers. She loved the feeling of her skin against his. She could hear him smile against her. He teasingly caressed her nose with his as he retired. Demelza could not think clearly. She was still feeling the pleasure between her thigh and in her breasts. It had been the most marvelous experience she had ever had. She had no idea that a wedding could also mean this. She felt lucky to be madly in love with the man she had just married. This was definitely a way to expose your love to the other without using any words.

Suddenly, she felt the blankets touch her naked skin. Feeling her shivers, Ross was making sure she was alright. He pulled her against him as if she was the most fragile thing on earth. She inhaled his smell, feeling her heartbeat slow down as she reached his face.

"Are you alright, my love?" Ross asked as he was caressing her cheek.

She felt too weak to make a sound and therefore nodded against his hand. Ross smiled and kissed her. They kissed again and again, and Demelza finally got away from him, resting her head on her new pillow.

"Oh, I don't think so."

Surprised, Demelza felt his hand over her hips, and the moment after she was against him, her back against his belly, as he strongly wrapped his arms around her. Demelza had no idea a couple could sleep this way, but she definitely loved this position.

Ross kissed Demelza's neck and heard her breathing slow. She was falling asleep in his arms. He could understand why she was tired. He caressed her hair, nestling his head as close as he could to her. She was his. And he was hers. Today had been a wonderful day. He had married the woman of his dreams and she was now falling asleep in his arms. As Ross felt his eyes closing themselves, he made the vow to never let someone hurt the precious thing he had against him.

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