Caution this chapter is rated M beyond the line break. This is a wedding night story and it's going to be pretty smutty I think. You have been warned.

Eight

People were gathered in her home as Clara rather liked the sound of that, her home. It was a far cry from the cottage that she once lived. She spied Ernest talking with a man named Mr. Chambers next to the pianoforte. The music making the room much livelier as she was congratulated left and right from various people.

She thanked them as Briar was bringing out more food for the guests. Her eyes wide at the people who did show up as they looked fancy.

"Congratulations," said Briar as she made sure they were alone before squeezing her hand. "You're telling me everything I missed."

"Of course," she said in a proper voice as Briar cracked a smile before melting away into the shadows.

That was when she felt someone tap on her shoulder. Clara turned and smiled as she saw the Earl of Edgewater grinning at her himself. He had a box in his hand as she straightened herself up.

"Thank you for coming sir," she said.

"Oh, please call me Vincent," he said as Clara only smiled. She was first names terms with an earl as she tried to keep herself from squealing. Today was magical already but that was sweet to her as she nodded. "I had a gift for you." Vincent passed Clara the box as she smiled at him as she accepted the box. "It's a rather special gift that I believe you already have the other half of my dear."

"Oh, thank you sir," she said, "you are too kind. Should I open it now?"

Vincent contemplated as he saw her peer around the box wondering what was inside. "Actually, I have very specific instructions for you." She gazed at him as she nodded listening for them. "I don't want you to open it tonight or tomorrow but on after the wedding. I hope you are with Ernest when you do open it and it will all makes sense. Do find me by Friday."

She nodded getting that, "you said I had the other half?" she said.

"Yes, I do hope your mother's letters will flesh out a bit of the story," he said as she looked at him quizzically before another person tapped on her shoulder. Clara turned to talk to Mr. Chambers as Vincent hoped that he had done the right thing as he went and spoke to Bishop Monroe.

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Once their guests were gone and they were alone, Clara shivered in anticipation as she was escorted to their new room together. Ernest was smiling at her as he assured her that it was okay. She nodded as she figured what this was. It was like that time she watched the chipmunks mate as she paused. Was she and Ernest could going roll around together in his bed? Her cheeks flushed as the door was opened for her as Ernest had hung up his robe.

She slipped off hers as she handed it to him. "Ernest," she said as she had turned to see him in nothing but a loose white fitting top. Her breath hitched as he had gently taken one of her hands as the other stroked her cheek.

"Yes my love?" he asked as she felt her heart rate increase. His quick breath was hot on her cheek as she saw that his face was mere inches away from her. Her green eyes nearly melted under his stare. Tonight he was rather bold as he never once blushed or turned away from her naked form.

"Be," she paused. If they did it too quick, it might not be pleasurable enough. If it was too slow it might hurt as Ernest gently pressed his lips against hers.

"I'll be gentle," he said as she relaxed under his touch. That was perfect, she thought, as her hands went to untie her laces. Clara felt the cool air as her body had become exposed. Ernest looked down as he was smiling but didn't turn away as he could see the lust in his eyes. She watched as he took off his top as clothes were shed and strewn across the floor as his lips met hers once more.

This time was different as while gentle, he flushed his body against hers. His hand lost in her hair as he laid her down on his bed. One of his legs separating hers as she adjusted underneath him. His mouth left her lips as he started to kiss down. He nuzzled the sensitive skin underneath her ear and down her swan like neck. Ernest's kisses reached her collarbone as he let out a soft moan against her frame. Clara tensed as he kissed her shoulder and he let out another growl into her skin as down to her exposed chest as the kisses grew more heated. The hand once on her waist now skimmed her upper thigh.

Her breathing had become heavy as he went from her collarbone to her breast. She tried not to cry out as he nipped at her breast. His hands twined through her own as she tightened her grip on him. He had already rubbed her hard as she felt the sparks between their bodies. Clara lay back as she relaxed under his touch. Each touch had become so much warmer as he went up and down her body.

She laid still as his lips went down her torso and back up as he kissed her lips once more as she practically melted. Clara wanted to make him feel what she was feeling but unsure how. She found her hands running along his shoulders and arms and onto his own chest. Her eyes skimmed his manhood but knew nothing about it. Gooseflesh littered his arms as he seemed to be enjoying her rubbing.

"Clara," he said in a moan as his hands were now on her inner thighs. She felt herself grow warmer then ever as she was sure that this feeling was well shown between her legs. Ernest stopped kissing her bellybutton as he used his thumb to push up against her fold. She was already so sweet, sticky, and wet already noticed Ernest as Clara was grinning at him. Her hands now on his upper arms as he kissed her lips. He adjusted his pelvis to line up with her own as he looked up at her wondering if she would nod or…

"Ernest," moaned Clara as she kissed his lips hungry for him again. Her hands went from his shoulders and chest down to his waist as he pulled away from her.

"I'll be gentle," he promised as he kissed her lips once more as his member pushed into her intimate area with ease. He caught his breath as he gazed lovingly at her as the moonlight from the window bathed her in a silvery light. Clara bit her bottom lip as she moved her hands up from his arms back to his shoulders.

He leaned in and kissed her with as must gusto as he had before. He took her hands as he held them palm to palm as he pushed in slightly quicker then before.

Clara groaned as she felt the pulse of his body against hers. This was amazing even if it hurt a little. She supposed it was the feeling of being stretched as she adjusted her body around him. This felt good, it was surely making her feel good, as she let out a sigh. She didn't want to ruin this moment by talking.

A whimper escaped from her lips as she felt him get in farther.

"Clara, I love you," he said as he kissed her lips once more. Her chest heaving against his as she smiled.

"I love you too," she said as their bodies found a sweet natural rhythm between them. Her eyes shone as she felt each tender thrust as their hips rocked against each other. She couldn't help it as intelligible sounds escaped her lips. Sounds of pleasure as Ernest seemed to like hearing them as he continued.

"Are you alright?" he whispered in her ear.

"Perfect" she said. Then she felt it, a wave of pleasure ran across her body as he released inside of her. Her body arcing up as if to have him inside her more. She pounded her hips against him as Ernest looked shocked as she felt the pressure in her build up and lost control of her body. She clenched his back, her nails slightly digging into his skin.

His lips that lingered on her collarbone detached to kiss her lips once again. Gently he began to move out of her as his forehead rested on hers.

"How are you feeling my love?" he asked as he wiped some perspiration from her forehead as he kissed her temple.

"Amazing, marvelous," she said all at once. "Oh Ernest I'm hoping we have many babies because I'd do this with you every night to make that happen."

"I do to," he admitted as she rested her head on his chest. He kissed her head again as she kissed back.

His arms around her as he watched her drift off to sleep. A smile on his face as she looked so peaceful in his arms. She was wonderful and his in every way possible. At least without sounding like a control freak. Now that they laid together he could only hope that they would have a child along the way as his smile grew wider. He always wanted a daughter. Although a son would be nice too he supposed.

Ernest's finger traced along her naked bosom as she sighed in her sleep. He couldn't wait to wake up next to her every day for the rest of his life.