Tom had insisted on carrying Minerva bridal style in the doorway and up the stairs to the master bedroom. He set her on her feet beside of the bed and kissed her teasingly. He smirked at the lust he saw in her eyes. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he pushed her down to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of her. "I have had years to imagine this moment," he breathed sensually. "I have thought of a thousand ways to love you on our wedding night. I find now that we are actually here, all of those thoughts have vanished. I merely want to please you, to love you."

Minerva gave him a radiant smile and ran her hands through his hair, gently scratching his scalp causing him to sigh in contentment. "I have longed to feel your touch," she admitted. "While a lot of my memories from the other timeline are vivid, I don't remember a single time of intimacy besides the last few months with you. I know I was married but I have no memories of his touch. I only remember your touch, and the loving ones at that. Fate seemed to believe I only needed to know you as a lover."

"I agree wholeheartedly with Fate," he mumbled as he eased her shoes and stockings off. He gently massaged her legs as he did so. He toed his own shoes off and loosened his tie. "I love you so my Minerva," he proclaimed as he kissed her lovingly.

Minerva stood up next to him then ran her hands up his shirt covered chest and underneath his jacket. She eased it from his shoulders and allowed gravity to take it the remaining way. She grasped his shirt at his waist and pulled it free from his pants. With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his shirt while kissing the patches of skin she revealed. She enjoyed the sounds he emitted by the action immensely.

When his shirt hit the floor, she squawked in surprise as he spun her around and pulled her flush against him. He blazed a trail of kisses down her neck and across her shoulder that heated her passion. He sucked hard at her neck and shoulder junction causing her to moan and bow her back. She pushed her backside against his front and moaned louder as she felt him straining against his pants. "Please," she whispered.

"We shall get there my love," he promised as he unbuttoned the tiny pearl buttons at the back of her dress. He planted butterfly kisses to the flawless skin and pushed her dress down her slim figure until it pooled at her feet. He waved his hand and magically hung the dress up in the corner.

Minerva became overwhelmed with her need to feel this man, his love, so she waved her hand and divested them of their remaining clothes. Tom chuckled at her impatience and turned her back to face him. He grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her passionately. "That's better," she purred after the kiss ended.

Tom lifted his young bride into his arms and laid her gently on the bed. He sat back on his heels and took in the sight before him. Minerva's flawless skin tight, her flaring hips, perky breasts and her long legs made for a gorgeous view. She was breathtakingly beautiful but the look of lust and need in her emerald eyes drew him in. His witch deserved the best in life. "Do you know how gorgeous you are?" he asked, sincerity dripping from his voice. "My Celtic goddess!"

He settled against her and kissed her passionately. The both moaned from the nearness. Tom kissed his way down to her claim a perky breast. His mouth lavished attention while his hand played with the other. She hissed when he bit down playfully then let her go with a wet pop. He immediately switched to the neglected breast. "Please Tom," she begged as she pulled him back to her mouth. "I need you now."

He claimed her mouth and kissed her greedily. "I won't cheapen our first night by not satisfying you completely," he answered and kissed his way back down her body. His hands pushed her knees apart and he stared at her womanly folds in amazement. Her center glistened for him already. "You're all mine."

"Yours," she agreed as his mouth and hands touched her womanly folds. His mouth licked, nibbled and sucked at her until she was panting and trying to push herself closer to his mouth. He smirked at the actions and moved his hands to hold her hips down. She opened her eyes to protest until he thrust his tongue deep within her slick channel. "Oh my goodness," she squealed as she closed her eyes and fell off the brink of escasy.

Tom moved back up her body and held her as she calmed herself down. "You are simply divine," he breathed as he kissed her.

"I love you so much Tom," she panted and wrapped her arms around him. "Join us please! Finalize our bond."

He didn't say a word, just moved over her and position himself at her entrance. He locked eyes with her and eased his way in her. He stopped movement as he felt her barrier. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and waited for her to nod. He pushed in swiftly and broke her hymen. He stopped once he bottomed out and watched the tears gather in her eyes and pain flicker across her face. "I'm sorry love," he breathed as he peppered kisses on her face.

Minerva drew Tom's lips to hers and kissed him passionately. "I'm fine my love," she breathed. "Now move!"

"Yes dear," he said with a smile and made love to her. His hands and mouth moved about her body fanning the flames of her passion as his manhood quickly found the spot that had her seeing stars. He reach down and hooked his arm under her knee and pulled her open more, allowing him to go deeper. He watched mesmerized as she closed her eyes, opened her mouth in a silent cry and shuttered in pleasure. The sight of her pushed him over the edge and he called her name as he filled her with his seed.

Tom collapsed on her but she didn't mind it. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck. A magnificent golden mist surrounded them and swirled around them. It was like a golden rope wrapping them up together. All too quickly it flashed brightly and vanished from sight. "Our soul bond," she breathed in wonder.

"You are officially mine now," he teased with a smile as he rolled off of her and wrapped her up in his embrace.

"I'll always be yours," she uttered. "Like I should of always been."

Tom kissed her forehead and pulled her closer still. He waved his hand and magicked the blanket to drape over them. "Sleep well my wife!"