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Marianne had been a guest at the Brandon estate many times before, yet she felt as if she were entering a strange place while she walked through the front doors for the first time as Mrs. Brandon.

Mrs. Millins, the property's head housekeeper, stood with the rest of the staff who eagerly waited in a neat line to receive the couple.

As Colonel Brandon walked into his home with Marianne beside him, he nodded at his staff and gestured to her with his free hand as he spoke, "I would like to introduce you all to my darling wife, Marianne Brandon, the new lady of the house."

Marianne nodded at each person as they all clapped politely in cordial greeting as she and Christopher walked past.

To Mrs. Brandon, it seemed odd to be at her new husband's side as they ascended the stairs.

To Mrs. Brandon, it seemed very odd to stand in the Colonel's bedroom, a place in the house Marianne had never visited before.

Regardless, it filled Mrs. Brandon with excitement to watch Christopher close the door behind himself and entrap them in the room alone with each other.

Marianne smiled at her new groom as he smiled at her while they stood on opposite sides of his canopy bed.

Mrs. Brandon thought that her new circumstances seemed almost obscenely delightful.

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Marianne's heart raced as Colonel Brandon approached her in elegant strides while they stood in complete privacy.

To her surprise, he walked past her and retrieved a different jacket from his armoire, which stood behind her.

She blinked as she watched him remove the outermost layer of his military uniform and replace the garment with one she often saw him wear during their many picnics and walks in the countryside.

As he strode over towards the bedroom door, he seemed nearly as nervous as her about their situation as he nodded and explained, "If you will allow it, my love, I will send for Mrs. Millins to help you out of your wedding dress and into a more suitable outfit for the afternoon."

"...The afternoon?" Marianne asked with a soft smile that conveyed more than a hint of disappointment.

"I had thought we would enjoy an hour or two in the garden before dinner this evening." Christopher frowned as he gazed at his wife, "Unless another pursuit comes to your mind, my darling."

The idea of even suggesting her lascivious thoughts out loud seemed scandalous to Marianne as she blushed with a gasping laugh.

She glanced down at the floor for a brief moment before she summoned the courage to meet her groom's intense state and ask, "Are we…….Are we not meant to consummate our union, Christopher?...I've heard stories for….for months of what this day would be like…..Do I repulse you that much?"

Colonel Brandon's face twisted in anguish as if his wife had just screamed horrible abuses at him.

"My dear Marianne…" Christopher began as he focused his gaze on his beautiful bride, "Do not make the mistake of thinking there is anything in this world I desire more than you…..However, I am a civilized man, not a savage. It was merely my thought that we may pursue more passionate….endeavors…..as all decent people do, in the evening time, after we've sought the quiet respite of our bed."

"Of course." Marianne nodded.

Christopher kept his eyes focused on Marianne as he stepped away from the door and slowly walked over to her.

Her breath hitched as he came to stand so closely in front of her that their chests practically touched.

As he raised a hand and let the back of his fingers gently brush against her face, his mouth opened in silent awe of her beauty.

"Dearest…." Christopher drawled as he stared at her with his brow furrowed in reverent admiration, "I have a confession I feel I must make."

"Oh….?" Marianne asked as she tried not to let him notice she trembled with the anxious nervousness that all unspoiled young women of her era endured.

She would have given her life in that moment to have Christopher lean in and kiss her, to have him grasp her waist and push her back on the bed for her next lesson on what it meant to love and be loved.

A bittersweet smile crossed Christopher's face as he gazed down at Marianne and whispered in his low purr of a voice, "My love, any man only possesses a certain amount of control, a certain amount of decorum…and I am just that, a man…..My heart is so consumed with you, my darling Marianne, that I am afraid once I place my hands on your flesh, I won't be capable of lifting them."

Marianne opened her mouth and inclined her face to let Christopher's fingers trace the plumpness of her soft mouth.

"I'm the lady of the house now." Marianne said as a proud smile curled the ends of her lips.

"Yes……..that's correct, Mrs. Brandon, you are indeed." Christopher confirmed as he leaned down while Marianne tilted her head towards him.

"...And as the lady of the house, I rely on my husband to fulfill my needs as they arise." Marianne whispered.

"...As I shall." Christopher replied in a breathless vow as their lips brushed.

"Then…..I will make my first request." Marianne whispered.

"Oh?" Christopher asked as he slyly slipped his hands onto her waist.

The ivory silk of her wedding gown crinkled underneath his fingers as he asked, "...And what will that be, Mrs. Brandon?"

"...Another kiss?" Marianne asked.

An impish grin crossed her plump lips as she coyly referenced the sensual experience their first exchange of physical affection had been.

Christopher's eyes dilated as he stared down at his gorgeous nymph.

It was his intention to remain a gentleman to the very end, to restrain himself although he finally had won his darling at last, and to conduct himself with restrictions even as he expressed his feelings for his wife out of thoughtfulness for her innocent disposition.

Mrs. Brandon didn't seem as concerned about her virginal frailty.

She goaded her new groom on as she enticed him, teased him………

The naughty way she pressed her lips against his to give him a tormentful taste of what he had already earned made his resolve crumble.

Christopher was still gentle with Marianne but as his grip tightened on her waist possessively, he became the aggressor of their kiss as he locked lips with his bride.

Marianne whimpered needfully as he let his hands slip from her waist to sensually cradle her hips, the hips he hoped would spread soon and allow his children to enter the world.

Their breath came in quick gasps as the urgency of their passion increased, but Marianne had little idea what to do next.

"I take it then, Mrs. Brandon," Christopher whispered into their kiss, his low voice a husky growl, "That an afternoon in the garden fails to excite you today?"

"Your assumption is correct, Christopher." Marianne whispered back as she grinned, "My interests lie elsewhere……."

Christopher attacked her lips again and continued their kiss for another moment, a single moment, and no longer, his desire for her had become unignorable.

Marianne gasped as he tore himself away from her mouth.

She watched as he began to hurriedly remove her wedding dress and the many layers of undergarments that lay hidden underneath.

Button after button, ribbon after ribbon, once her wedding gown and all notable other pieces had been removed from her body, Christopher stripped away her corset, then her chemise and marveled as she stood bare in front of him.

Marianne felt her cheeks burn as her new groom gazed at her nakedness for the first time.

The air left Colonel Brandon's lungs.

She was more beautiful nude than he had imagined, with smooth, porcelain skin, breasts that were heavy and round, and the slightest curve to her belly as if her womb taunted him with how he could make it swell.

Marianne moved towards him but Christopher was already a step ahead as he unfastened and removed his own clothes.

Layer by layer, he discarded his military uniform until he stood in front of her, bare as well.

Marianne's eyes widened as she took her first glimpse at a nude man.

As her eyes curiously roamed over her husband's frame, he tried his best to tense his muscles and appear as impressive as possible to his bride.

Christopher was significantly older than Marianne, but his physical form and fitness matched that of a much younger man.

She felt an intriguing warmth between her legs as she admired his height and the smooth muscles that covered his lean body.

Her eyes couldn't help but drift downward to the real mystery, though……..

A wave of nervousness seized her as she gazed at her husband's manhood that stood fully erect as it pointed intently towards her.

"Oh, Christopher……" Marianne said as she drew in a gasp.

"Don't be frightened, my love." He whispered as he reached a hand out for her to come to him, "I could never harm you."

Marianne slowly took his hand and allowed him to lead her towards him.

As they stood there, completely exposed to one another, they slowly resumed their kiss.

Marianne's cheeks flushed red as she felt her husband's arousal press firmly into the soft flesh of her thigh.

It felt firm and incredibly thick as she contemplated where she had heard the appendage would be placed.

The notion had seemed impossible and horrifying, but Christopher's gentle way alleviated her apprehensions.

He was so devastatingly gentle with Marianne as he lifted her into his arms, carried her over to the bed, and laid her down that she could scarcely believe he had touched her at all.

Their hungry kiss continued.

After he climbed onto the bed, his fingers found her and quickly elicited sensations that widened her eyes as pleasure coursed through her system.

As he bent his head and suckled at her nipples like an infant, she cried out as her body jerked underneath him.

One blissful peak after another sent her writhing involuntarily as she moaned his name.

The sun began to set outside their bedroom window as Marianne looked into Christopher's eyes for a brief moment before he bent his head, renewed their kiss, and deftly slipped into her.

It was an odd sensation at first, and a bit uncomfortable, until he moved and accidentally found the place inside herself she hadn't realized she desperately needed him to touch.

Christopher shivered as he heard Marianne groan his name at the height of her pleasure.

The Brandons abandoned their initial plans as their coupling lasted into the night.

When they failed to come down to dinner that evening, the staff exchanged knowing smirks as they listened to the muffled cries and mattress squeaks that came from the Colonel's bedchamber.

The entire staff of the Brandon estate felt glad for their master, if not a bit embarrassed they were unable to offer the newlyweds a higher level of privacy.

After the tragedies the kind Colonel had endured, Mrs. Millins and the other servants all felt their employer genuinely deserved the happiness he had finally received.