Chapter 32
My heart beat at a frantic, excited pace as Guy crossed the room with me in his arms. My eyes were blurry with tears, the only word in my mind; finally. He laid me down gently on the bed, and covered me with himself, both of us still clothed. I was both nervous and excited at the same time, but my body was and had been ready so long for this moment that it was already squirming beneath him, trying to wrap itself around him, my arms gripping him like a drowning man, my breath hot and anxious.
"Easy, my love," Guy said softly, fending off my attack softly. "I don't mean to hurry this, and it should never be hurried with one you love."
"How many times have you done this?" I blurted out, then flushed. Guy looked at me, amused but caring.
"To be honest, many," he said. "But that's to your advantage, as hopefully by now I know what I'm doing."
"You won't be thinking of all the other times right now?" I asked him, still anxious. "What if I'm not up to standard?"
"Nyssa, half of those other times, I was thinking of you," he said. "Christ's bones, if you keep talking, I will have to gag you. You will be sublime, no matter what happens."
He covered my mouth with a strong kiss, should I decide to do as he expected. I mumbled against him and rolled my eyes, annoyed, but felt relieved at his words as his long fingers tangled in my hair. I heard his boots drop to the floor as he gently shucked them off, and easily moved me towards the back of the bed. He pushed insistently at the back of my head so that I would meet his lips, and I surrendered at last, kissing him back, my body loose and pliable, my heart warm against his bare chest. We rolled together over and over again, from one side of the bed to the other, kissing so hard that I was afraid I would faint from loss of breath. Guy's hands never left my face the whole time, caressing my face and neck, and he pressed his body to mine as if to brand himself eternally on me. His movements became more deliberate, his hips sliding against mine, pressuring that place in me that was so full of want, then pulling away until I sighed. "Ah, yes, my love," Guy whispered, his voice in my ear. "Moan for me. I want to hear you cry out my name."
He thrust himself against me, a bit harder this time, and a cry did escape my lips, "Guy…." I could not help it. The hardness straining against his breeches tormented me. I felt Guy's hand travel up my bare leg to move my nightdress aside, then traveled up the other side of my leg to my inner thigh. I was hot and damp with desire for him as he touched me there, and moaned against his hand as he put it between us, touching himself and me. He made a small motion and I saw that he was freeing himself from the leather breeches at last. My hand moved down to touch him as I had in my sleep and I saw him take his breath in sharply and he groaned, holding my hand with his on his manhood, circling lightly. He was so straight and magnificent, and my own breath quickened as I saw his mouth open and groans escape his lips. I had never done this before, but seeing his manhood grow a deeper shade of red, I bent over and put my mouth on him there, kissing him, licking at the tip, until his responses were rhythmic and agonized. I took him into my mouth then, or as much of him as I could until I heard him explete,
"Oh damn, Nyssa, I'm sorry I can't…I have to take you now…"
His arousal had been mine, and I smiled mischievously at him. He near attacked me then, pulling off my nightdress over my head and gripping me to him. I had expected him to lay me down and cover me with his body, but instead he sat and pulled me over him, his ardor clear but barely controlled. "Come here," he said roughly, opening my legs over him, "as if you were to sit. I don't want to hurt you and you can control what pleasures you this way. I will help you."
I was moved by his submission to me, especially from such a dangerous, powerful man. I tensed a bit before opening myself to him, lowering myself onto his lap and his manhood. Guy sucked in his breath, huskily cursing under his breath. I gasped as I felt him invade me to my very core, his size enormous and overwhelming at first. I had to stop for a moment, though I greedily wanted all of him, and then continue lowering myself, before I was comfortable. Even still, it stung at first, and I squinted my eyes. But that we before Guy began moving me. He held my waist in his large hands, thrust up and pushed me down onto him at the same time. I gasped, and my nipples hardened to tiny bits of flesh at his first thrust. The pain lessened and with more thrusts began to change to pleasure. Oh, I wanted more. My thigh muscles worked with Guy's strong arms, pushing and pulling myself on top of him, ever faster, pleasure screaming through my entire body. Guy's teeth gently pulled at my nipples as he held me to him, my cries rhythmic and raw, my body working towards its climax, Guy attempting to control his. He was so beautiful and masterful, seeming to know exactly what I needed and when, and shots of delirious desire went through me as I heard my name in his rugged Northern accent, over and over. I heard him as his bliss exploded, seconds before my own, and I screamed his name out,
"Oh...oh...my lord…Guy…I love you!" I wrapped my arms and legs around him, my tears mingling with my joy, after all that we had been through. I never wanted to move from this position. I wanted to stay locked in this embrace with him for the rest of our lives at least. Guy gasped out, his breathing heavy, but slowing as if after a great race, his arms around me, holding me, his soft lips touching my neck. He swallowed with great effort, then said,
"You still shatter me, Nyssa. And as I suspected, you were sublime. Less like a wife, and more like…a lioness." He smoothed my hair away from my forehead, kissing the small cut I had received from the flying saucer. "I love you so much, my lady," said, his deep blue eyes showing the truth of every word. I reached up to kiss him, feeling satisfied and heavy, and finally at last, fulfilled.
Guy held me like that for several minutes, and then gently laid me down on the bed, stretching out next to me. Part of me couldn't believe we had finally consummated our relationship. It seemed surreal and I wondered if I was dreaming as I looked at him. His eyes were heavy but he seemed to want to stay awake as well, not to miss anything. I reached out to hold his hand, kissing it as I greedily drank in the sight of him.
"I'm afraid to fall asleep," I whispered.
"Hmm?" he said, eyelids fluttering.
"I'm afraid I will wake up and find that this was a dream, all of it."
Guy sat up then sleepily, propped on one elbow. "Oh, little lioness, I promise you that you will wake up and I'll be here. Because I simply can't take you only once tonight when I've wanted to take you over and over again, every single night for over a year. We have a lot catching up to do."
I blushed furiously to the roots of my red hair, but smiled a little. "Sir Guy, I doubt you have anything left."
"Oh yes?" he said, then suddenly moving over me with feline grace, blocking any escape with his body. "Shall we test this theory, Nyssa?"
He made good on his word. That time, he kissed every inch of my body, giving special attention to my womanhood until I came again, and then roughly took me with all the potency of a great stallion. He was fierce, almost violent as he thrust himself into me over and over again and I gasped and moaned with each thrust. The room echoed with our cries of pleasure and the headboard beat a frantic tattoo against the wall. I vaguely wondered what the servants could be thinking.
The next time, I did not care anymore, as he took me from behind and moved exquisitely slowly so that each thrust was glutted with sensation. I climaxed several more times before he was finished with me.
And then in the early morning, as we woke for the first time as husband and wife to be, he took me tenderly, with long slow strokes, as if he were the gentlest lover that could have been. His eyes never left mine and by the end both of us wept tears of joy and emotion, before slipping back into a deep sleep. The sleep was only interrupted by the jarring noise of Thornton's knock.
"My lord! My lady!" he called out. "I am sorry to disturb you—"
"What is it, Thornton?" Guy growled, reaching for his breeches.
"Sir Guy, I apologize for the disturbance, but a letter was brought yesterday and in the excitement of the day I missed seeing it. My lord, it is from your contact in France…and it has been opened."
Guy's eyes met mine, and we simultaneously spoke.
"Sabine." "Hood."
