Jane read for a long time, pausing every so often to ask if she should stop, but always being entreated to continue. She loved serving him, she loved how he lay back on the pillows with his eyes closed, listening intently to every word. She loved when it when he suddenly spoke to tell of his own experiences, of his own travels and encounters. She loved to ask questions and to have them answered.

As she continued, however, Jane felt a trail of soft kisses being planted across her back and the sensation made her lose the spot on her page.

"Edward, I cannot read while you do that" she said, smiling to herself and closing her eyes as the soft kisses moved to her neck.

"Then don't" was his simple reply.

Jane closed the book and turned to face him. He drew her near with a passionate kiss, his hand pressing lightly in the small of her back in order to bring her closer. Jane put her arms around his neck, kissing him back as he turned them both skillfully so that Jane's back was pressed into the pillows beneath her. As the kiss deepened Jane could feel a pulsing in her core that was not so unfamiliar or embarrassing. She could smell his distinct smell, feel his strong body, his stomach, arms and back against her own burning skin and wanted nothing but him.

The kiss was suddenly broken as Rochester pulled away, smoothing hair away from Jane's face.

"Jane?" he begged, looking for her consent to continue.

With such passion, Jane felt her desire strengthen and nodded in confirmation, puling his lips back to hers. He kissed her forehead, her neck, along her jaw and finally in the nape of her neck. He then moved down her chest, between her breasts and down her stomach. Jane smiled, pleasure pulsing through every nerve in her body.

He then returned to her breasts, holding one in his hand while he sucked the other. Jane's breathing became labored, she could no longer hold in the small moans which issued from her mouth. Edward smiled as he switched to the other breast, Jane clenching her fist around some of the blankets.

He moved down further this time, kissing between her thighs and finally

"Oh!" Jane cried involuntary. His tongue had slipped to her most private area as he came in and out of her.

Jane thought her head would explode, she wanted to close her legs, the pleasure was too much, it was building and building. She moaned, louder and louder, now completely unable to control herself. Edwards hand rested on Jane's stomach as he worked and Jane could do nothing but rub her fingers over his hand. Soothingly, she felt his fingers close around hers as without warning he sucked her most sensitive area.

"Edward!" she cried as suddenly waves of pleasure moved over her whole body. She could no longer speak, she could no longer keep her eyes opened. Her whole body was fire, as was his touch. He drew his head up, looking to Jane.

"Yes, my darling?" he said, a prideful look illuminating his whole face.

"I did not know-" she began, breathlessly, but she was silenced by a deep kiss.

Feeling the sensation building again, knowing that she needed more, Jane's hips thrust involuntarily into her husband. He smiled through the kiss, running his fingers through her messy hair. She was still having trouble catching her breath fully.

He turned Jane over so she was on her stomach and planted kisses all along the small of her back. He sucked playfully on her bum as she grew hungrier and hungrier for him, for him to be closer to her.

"Darling, I will need you to help me here. I need you to come up on your knees slightly"

Jane obeyed, bringing herself onto her knee's, her face resting on the pillow.

"Now relax Jane, place your weight on me"

She obeyed again.

He massaged her reassuringly before she felt him enter inside of her. Deep moans issued from them both and they paused for a moment, taking in the sensation. It felt different this time, deeper perhaps, and as he began to rock she was forced to close her eyes, biting her lip in pleasure. He rocked slowly at first, and then it became faster, and stronger. She felt him tightening within her. And then, in a moment all came to a high as she felt his release, felt his body shudder, and then hers. She lay, gasping for breath, smiling, infinitely happy.

She rested her head on his outstretched arm, her back against his chest, head still swimming with feeling. She brought his hand, which was entangled in her fingers to her lips and kissed it. She felt his soft lips kissing her head, her shoulder and neck. Never in that moment had she ever felt more loved, more protected, more safe. She turned to face him, and she found a vision. His hair was messy, his curls pushed away from his face. His eyes were sparkly, his face glowed, his features were soft and gentle. She cuddled close to him, tracing slowly with her fingers the scorched skin of his shoulder. Her lips tenderly kissed where her fingers had traced as she placed her head on his shoulder.

"You are perfect" she said, softly.