This chapter is their wedding night, so it's basically one long sex scene. You don't need to read it if you don't like that sort of thing.
It was finally there wedding night. After waiting a year for her, he could finally have her, and as often as he wanted, he thought with a slightly roguish grin. He waited outside the door as he waited for her to change and get into bed. He heard her whisper that it was alright for him to come in. When he walked in, the first thing he saw was her. She looked very innocent at that point, and very scared. He took his jacket off, then his shirt, then his shoes and socks. He usually left his pantaloons on when he went to bed. When he was under the blanket, he slipped those off too.
When he laid down, she moved over so he could have room. As she tried to move, he grabbed her and brought her close. He began to kiss her, his tongue sliding over hers. He rolled on top of her. He then began to kiss her jaw line, then down to her neck, then down again to her breasts. This time she didn't stop him. It was not her place. Not tonight. He then began to suck gently on her nipple. One, then the other. She began to kiss his jaw, he let out a slight hiss of pleasure. He began to feel like he was losing control.
His hands worked there way over the smooth, taut skin of her stomach. He moved down to her sensitive area, searching for her mound. When she began to squirm and moan, he realized that he had found it. She felt him growing hard and stiff. Because of there height differences, in the position they were in, it was touching her stomach. She also felt herself growing wet and slippery. Eventually he whispered in her ear
"Are you ready, my love?"
All she could do was nod.
He lowered himself slightly and entered her. There was no barrier to inhibit his progress, but he could still feel her squirm uncomfortably below him. He stayed where he was for a few moments so she could become accustomed to it. When she began to relax, he began to move again. She gripped his shoulders tightly. He was trying to be gentle, but he knew that it wouldn't last. He began to rock faster, moving himself deeper into her. He was near release, so he moved even faster. He knew he was hurting her but at this point he didn't care. When he finally released, he collapsed onto her, and lay there panting for a time. Her arms were still wrapped tightly around him. Eventually he got enough strength back to ask
"Are you alright, dearest?"
"Yes, mon amour, I think I will be fine."
He climbed off her, removing himself. She thought that it was the end, but he held her close the rest of the night. They made love twice more. If she had had a problem, she didn't say so.