Just a warning - it's smut. :P

Chapter 21

London, 1820…

"Jason," Elizabeth whispered, closing her eyes as she held her cheek to his, raking one of her hands through the hair at the nape of his neck, while the other fell to his shirt, carefully playing with a button. She tilted her face towards his, allowing his lips to brush over his cheek bone, ever-so-slowly continuing the slow and painful assault to his mouth.

He'd known a lot of things when he first met Elizabeth; that she was annoying and loud and wouldn't succumb to him without a fight, that he wanted her more than he'd ever wanted any one else, and that she was easily the most beautiful he'd ever seen. None of which had led him to believe they'd actually make it this far; that she would be the one woman capable of pulling Jason Morgan apart with her fingertips, but that was precisely what she was doing.

He groaned against her mouth as she arched up off the bed, somehow kicking the blanket away as she moved towards him, easing herself into his lap without ever allowing their mouths to part. Her hand trembled as it fumbled with the first button on his shirt…then the next…and the next, eventually finding itself at ease and expertly undoing each one, leaving his shirt as open as hers. Only he'd refused to move his hands to hers, knowing that one long look at her creamy skin and the beauty it had to offer, and he'd never stop this. Hissing when her hand smoothed over his chest, warm and velvety against his muscles, he reluctantly tore his mouth from hers.

It was already going too far.

"Elizabeth," he panted, pressing his face into her curls and breathing her in. It wasn't fair that she always smelled so damn sweet and wonderful; a scent he couldn't quite describe,, but knew he wanted to be dive into it, and make it his own.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, slipping her hand around from his neck to cup his cheek. Her lips were plump and red, swollen beautifully by how forcefully she'd kissed him.

"No," he swallowed, shaking his head. "I just want you to be aware of what's going to happen here if this continues."

She smiled, laughed under her breath as she shifted in his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Jason," she murmured, her swollen lips turning into a smirk. "I do know things."

"I never meant to imply you didn't," he replied thickly, sucking in a breath as she slipped his shirt from his shoulders. Her hands smoothed down his arms, fluttering lightly over his skin in a way that made him crave her touch – need it even.

"I believe there's a word for it even," she said, arching her eyebrow as she looked him over. Her lips frowned slightly at the bandage on his side, so he hurried to distract her.

"What is this word?" he asked, sliding his hand beneath her chin and drawing heris face up towards his.

"Well." She smirked again, sinking her teeth into her lower lip, forcing him to swallow another groan. "We are husband and wife."

"Yes," he agreed, closing his eyes as she leaned forward, brushing her lips againstto his cheek.

"I believe they…" He shivered, her breath hot on his ear. "They call it consummation."

"Elizabeth," he cringed, hanging his head. "Please do not say it like that."

"How else am I supposed to say it?" she challenged, moving to look him in the face, her eyes wide with curiosity. "You aren't the type of man to make love, Jason Morgan."

She arched her eyebrow again, silently challenging him, and he couldn't believe that she was thinking of what he considered this to be.

After all, it was supposed to be about her.

"Yes, that is true," he nodded, releasing the front of her shirt to cradle her face in his hands. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink beneath his palms, and her eyes darkened instantly with desire. "But you, Elizabeth Morgan, are most certainly the type of woman who does."

Her lips parted to reply, but he interrupted, taking her mouth in his, and she didn't hesitate to surrender. Their tongues swirled together as she raked her nails across his shoulders, her hips arching naturally towards his, every sensual instinct she had kicking in, and he loved the way she responded without fighting it.

"Breathe," he murmured, pulling his mouth away when she started to gasp against his lips. Her head fell to his shoulder, her breaths ragged as she held onto him, obviously afraid that he would come to his senses and try to stop what they'd started.

Instead, he gently lifted her curls from her shoulder, tracing the curve of her neck with his fingertip before lowering his mouth to her skin. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulder as he tugged her skin between his teeth, knowing if he was too rough, he'd brand her, but that was precisely what he wanted to do. She was his and he wanted all of her, or at least as much as she would give, and it was clear from the way she trembled in his arms that she had all intentions of giving him what they both desired.

His tongue traced a wet, warm path to her ear, where he traced the shell, and then gently tugged the lobe between his lips, causing her to whimper. "Remember," he hissed, his hands fanning the front of her shirt open, "you don't have to be quiet. It lets me know I'm doing something right."

She nodded, her eyes slits as she straightened to look him in the eye, slowly shrugging her shirt from her shoulders. She arched her back as she looked at him, her eyes never leaving his face despite the way they dropped, drinking in her nearly bare body. He'd never seen skin so creamy, felt any so soft, and he knew that one touch, one taste, would never be enough.

He lifted his eyes to her face as he drew his hands up her sides to cup the globes of her breasts in each hand. She sighed softly, her head rolling back as he kneaded them in his palms. "Jason," she panted, her body jerking as he gently swiped his thumb over one of her nipples, watching with fascination as it hardened. He stroked the peak tenderly, smirking at how her body withered in his lap, finally deciding to take it between his fingers, pinching it softly. Her body jerked back again as she whimpered,, and he shifted to lower her against the mattress.

"Jason," she murmured again, her body arching towards him, craving his heat and touch. He eased himself over her, careful to hold his weight above her tiny form, which she made nearly impossible as she slipped her hands around him, pulling his body against hers.

He kissed her soundly, tugging her lip between his teeth, nipping and sucking as she mewed beneath him, continuing to bite back the sounds that were trying to desperately to escape. "Elizabeth," he growled, nuzzling her face, her neck, and her hair. He played with the lobe of her ear again, the warmth of his mouth eliciting a low purr. "Don't hold back. I need to know you like it." She nodded again, her eyes clenched closed as his body pressed against hers. "And just in case you really are worried, I'd like you to be loud."

"Oh, God," she moaned, her eyes flashing open, and he almost felt guilty for knowing exactly what he was doing to her.

"That's a fine start," he encouraged, dropping his mouth to the curve of her neck, where he started to trace athe slow, dangerous path to her chest. She was so soft beneath him, making it impossible not to press his chest against hers, to stop briefly in the valley of her breasts to bury his face in her skinto bury his face in her skin, stopping briefly in the valley of her breasts. Her breaths were uneven, her hands fisted in the sheets beside her, and he couldn't decide if she was scared or overwhelmed. "Are you alright?"

"Ye – yes..." She trailed off, but tried to reassure him by lifting a hand and placing it on the back of hiser head. "I suppose – I suppose I'm a little nervous."

"You don't have to do-"

"No," she interrupted, tugging his hair. He tilted his head and looked up at her, relieved to see that her eyes were as filled with as much desire as he felt. "I've – I've never done this, that's all. I would think I'm allowed to be nervous."

"You are," he agreed. He couldn't resist touching her, his hand finding its way across her waist as he nuzzled the side of her face. "Would it help if I admit I'm nervous too?"

"It would," she confessed, clearly relieved that there was some kind of understanding between them. She lifted her head, encouraging him to kiss her, and when their mouths touched, nothing else mattered. It was so damn good that if he never had anything else, it would suffice, but apparently it wasn't enough for her.

"Please," she whispered, her head falling back against the pillow as his mouth slowly moved from her lips. "Please, Jason."

He growled in response, nuzzling his way to the valley of her breasts again, where he placed a delicate kiss. Tracing the curve of her side with his fingertip, he settled his hand over her breast, squeezing the globe in one had as his lips settled over the other. Her back arched from the bed, and she fisted her hands in the sheets again as he rolled the hard peak between his teeth. Her breaths were ragged, coming in low whimpers that turned him on more than she knew, but still, he wanted to hear her.

"Open your mouth," he rasped, tracing his tongue towards her other breast. "Don't hold back." She nodded again, balling the sheets into her fists, and when he heard no other sound; he couldn't stop himself from nipping tenderly at her breast.

"Jason," she panted, her eyes fluttering closed.

"That's it," he murmured appreciatively, continuing to lap at her skin, grinning as her moans and whimpers grew louder and louder. He nuzzled her stomach, kissed it softly when he felt the slow tremors building there, knew it was his touch that made her quiver like this.

Growling his approval, he slid his hands down her sides, hooking his hands in her underwear and tugging them down her legs so slow that she started to beg again. The ragged pleas of desperation and desire emerged from her lips, and all she really knew was there was something inside of her that Jason could fix, a burning he could make go away, and she needed it as fast as possible.

And so did he.

He knew there was no way in hell he'd last once he was inside her, and he throbbed at the thought of her being so tight and wet around him, so this mattered. To build her up so that she was teetering right on the edge, keeping her close so that when he went, she would too and with as little pain as possible.

Easing himself off the side of the bed, he fumbled with the tiessnaps of his breechespants, hurrying to be bare and against her, to turn those desperate pants into moans of pleasure. She lifted her head, watching him with dark eyes and a husky grin as he kicked his boots and pants off, her eyes widening as they settled over him.

"Now I'm a little terrified."

Her eyes widened as he settled back on the bed, looming over her, a soft smile on his face. "I promise you that you have nothing to fear. It will hurt for a moment, but – but I will do everything I can to replace that pain with pleasure." She nodded, arching her back in, a silent offering of herself, and he was all too willing to take it.

Their bodies crashed together, fusing with their arms and mouths, no hesitation or second thoughts; fingertips stroking smooth skin, drawing out purrs of appreciation as they rubbed against one another. Smiling against her mouth, he slid his hands over her hips and across her thighs, relieved that her legs parted easily, and he wouldn't have to coax her.

Sure, coaxing was fun, but there would be plenty of time for that later.

His fingers combed through the patch of curls between her legs, causing her to pant in anticipation, and she let out a low, sultry moan when he traced her lips with his finger, groaning at how wet she was.

"Please, Jason," she begged, smoothing her hands over his chest, kneading his muscles between her hands, hesitantly slipping them between his legs as he had hers.

"It's okay," he murmured, kissing the curve of her neck. "Touch me, Elizabeth." When she continued to be weary, he took her hand in his, brought it to his hardened shaft and wrapped her tiny palm around him. She squeezed gently, her fingers fluttering over him, and he knew if she played for too long…well, it wouldn't end beautifully for either of them.

Her grip loosened when he stroked her between her legs, swirling his fingertips over her wet curls before slipping a slender finger inside her. She bucked off the bed instantly, his name bursting from her lips, and breaking the staggering silence that had filled the room.

"Just like that," he said, pressing his face into her neck as he stroked her. "Tell me how it feels, Elizabeth."

"It's – it's so delicious," she purred, her head rolling back against the pillow. Her hips found a steady rhythm, thrusting against his hand as she moaned, each one coming out louder than the last.

"I can't wait much longer," he growled, beads of sweat pooling on his forehead. "I can't…"

"Don't," she moaned, digging her hands into his sides. "Take me, Jason."

He growled again in response, shuddering when her voice burst through the room as he slid his finger from inside her, and she continued to pant her disgust as he pulled her hand away from him, hurrying to position himself between her legs. "It will hurt," he warned, having no way of knowing just how much. "But I will try-"

"Just do it," she hissed, arching her hips towards him, craving what she'd felt moments ago. Nodding, he gripped her hips in one hand and started to slowly ease himself inside her. "Jason – no, wait."

He froze instantly, his face falling against her neck, trying to ignore how slick and tight she felt already. He wasn't sure if he'd make it the whole way. "Elizabeth…"

"It – it hurts," she murmured weakly. It made him start to pull away, but she slid her hands around his hips and shook her head. "Ignore me." He started to protest, but she thrust her hips upwards, giving him no choice, but to let go and bury himself completely inside her. "Oh, God."

He clenched his eyes closed, too afraid to movee,; worried not only about hurting her, but losing himself completely. She was tighter than he imagined, and she throbbed as much as he did, needing this, but not prepared for it in any way.

"Jason…don't move," she whispered, turning her face towards his. He felt the tears that fell from the corners of her eyes and hurried to wipe them away, his lips brushing over her forehead, the tip of her nose, the corner of her mouth.

"I can't," he apologized, his lips lingering over hers. "I have to move, Elizabeth. I can't…"

She nodded, digging her fingernails into his hips as he slowly pulled out and thrust into her. His chest tightened at the ragged, painful cry that burst from her lips, and he hurried, like he had before, to get rid of her tears.

"Don't stop," she said, her eyes clinched closed.

Reluctantly, he obliged, doing his best to focus on her. He kissed her lazily as his hands fluttered over her skin, drowning her painful whimpers as he moved.

Eventually, the whimpers subsided, pleasure washing over her as she tore her mouth from his. "Jas – Jason…"

He grinned against the slope of her breast, nipped at it, her moan reviving the stirring he'd shoved aside in his attempt to please her. "Louder," he encouraged, his hands settling over her hips as he thrust slowly and deliberately. "Louder, Elizabeth."

"Oh – ohhhh, God," she cried, her hips thrusting towards him.

"Just like that," he murmured, groaning when she clenched around him. "But louder." He eased off of her enough to slide his hand between them, his thrusts coming faster now as he moved to stroke her, his fingertip seeking out the bud between her legs. One stroke and his name burst from her lips, her body shaking below him, and she hadn't even reached her final peak yet. "Louder, Elizabeth. Tell me how good this is for you."

She moaned in response, begging him to give her more, to take more, to make this feeling inside of her burst. He growled her name, nipped at her lip as he pressed into her bud, stroking it hard and fast, forcing her to tremble and cry out below him. His name had never sounded sweeter, more beautiful, more desirable, than when it burst repeatedly from her lips as she went over the edge, milking his release as her walls clenched around him.

Despite his efforts to roll away, he collapsed onto her, her body welcoming him as she wrapped her legs and arms around him, refusing to let go. "Jason, can I ask you something?" she asked quietly, kissing his temple.

"Hmm?" he asked, exhaustedly lifting his head to look at her.

"Have you – have you ever been with…well, someone like me?" she asked shyly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Jason's brow furrowed, not quite sure what she was getting at. Obviously the answer was no, he'd never been with someone as beautiful and amazing as Elizabeth, and he would never be again, but this was something else – something…

"A, uh, a virgin?" he asked roughly, pulling himself out of her and on his arms as he rolled onto his back beside her.

She nodded, biting her lip again, her eyes widening as he shook his head. "Never?"

"Never," he said firmly, looking at her, having never really thought about it before. She didn't look convinced. "What you have – what you are – this – it's only something you have once…" He panicked, rethinking what had just happened, and couldn't help but fear that he'd taken this – ruined something – ruined her.

"It should be special," she murmured, rolling onto her side so that she laid eye-to-eye with him. "It should mean something."

He dropped his eyes from her face, knowing that his answer – whatever he responded with -would be full of meaning, and, weeks ago, it may have mattered. Now, everything had changed. "It should mean something," he repeated thickly, lifting his eyes back to hers. "You know that you mean something."

She smiled demurely, resting her head on his shoulder as she curled against his side. "You mean something too."