Jane awoke to the feeling of a gentle hand smoothing the curve of her hips, her breasts and her behind. She stirred slightly, allowing for better access to where she wished to be touched, yet her eyes did not open. She smiled as she felt her husbands lips kissing her shoulder, her back and arms. His soft curls fell around his face as he worked, sending shivers along Jane's body. As she turned onto her back he climbed atop her, straddling her on either side and kissing her stomach through the thin material of her slip. Jane moaned softly, raising her arms above her head and opening her eyes.

"Will the wanting of you ever stop?" he asked aloud, pushing the material of her slip up in order to reveal her soft skin. Her hands wrapped around and joined at the back of his neck, wanting to feel some part of him. She felt his love, it pulsated through her like like fire, she felt it in the way he moved, in the way he had learned her anatomy.

He ran his finger over a mole on the top of her thigh and smiled.

"I am the only person in this world to know of that mole" he said, a hint of pride in his tone of absolute love.

Jane spoke, smiling. "No one shall ever know me as you know me. Never will someone have ownership of me as you do".

Edward nodded, looking unseeingly upon her.

"No Jane, no one could take ownership of you without your soul, and I promised to keep it safe".

His mouth was pulled needily to hers as he spoke, she could not help herself. He smiled through the kiss, parting her legs gently.

He broke the kiss suddenly and climbed to the end of the bed, sliding Jane with him. He knelt on the floor and pulled her hips towards his ready mouth. Jane tried to watch him but could not, her eyes were forced closed and her head was forced back into the blankets. The feeling of his lips, his mouth working passionately sent pleasure pulsing through her very skin. His tongue moved skillfully through the folds of her most private place. As his tongue entered her, his hand moved to massage her center of pleasure. She felt an expanding in her stomach, a pounding in chest. Lights seemed to flash under her closed eyes. Jane writhed, moaned, it was all she could do to keep from crying out. But at last it had become too much, and a familiar feeling rolled over her of being unable to control herself in any way. She cried out and her husband pulled away from her, laughing lowly.

"Jane Rochester, it is good that the servants do indeed sleep far off" he said, grinning and kissing her lips. Jane, still struggling to recover was silent, breathing heavily. His fingers felt comfortingly for her fingers which were raised above her head. She opened her eyes slowly and saw her husbands face, flushed and full of feeling. He nibbled each of her toes lightly before moving up her leg and to her inner thigh. He kissed her now wet area before trailing kisses up Jane's stomach and in-between her breasts. Edward stood, moving over his wife with great care, their hands still entwined.

As he stood before her Jane pushed up Edwards nightshirt, revealing his body beneath. She sat up, feeling dizzy for a moment before pulling the shirt over his head. She sat on the edge of the bed, her lips planting kisses along his lower stomach and waist. Deep, masculine groans issued from her husband as she worked. Jane knew that if she touched him in certain ways or in certain places she was guaranteed this reaction. Such noises, such expressions deepened her own desire. As she playfully kissed him he once again knelt before her, drawing her to him and kissing her deeply. She wrapped her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, and yet he was not close enough.

Edward took Jane's shift and pulled it easily over her head. Putting his hand on her lower back, Jane was guided into a laying position on the edge of the bed. He stood before her, she stroked him gently, taking his manhood in her hands with intent. The effect was instant, she had full power over him. He threw his head back, a smile breaking from his lips. But suddenly he took her hands away. From this standing angle he slipped himself into her, penetrating deeply. Jane moaned perhaps much louder than before, he filled every space within her, he completed what had been missing before. He rested in her momentarily before feeling her hips move helplessly. As once again the familiar wave of pleasure began to build and build she begged for him.

"Edward!, Edward" she pleaded

"I am here, my love. I am here" he promised.

His lips found hers, hot and wet the kiss soothed Jane. She liked when he made love close to her, their skin touching off one another. He moved Jane back away from the edge of the bed so that he could climb over her, still moving in and out. Ending in one moment of divine union, of perfect love-love they both proclaimed in a shared cry of pleasure, Jane felt a release within her and the radiating love move through her very veins.

Jane lay silently, not daring to open her eyes, not daring to move. She did not want this feeling to end.

"Why is my little bird so quiet? indeed I miss her voice which is song to me" Edward asked wearily, moving beside her.

"I am so utterly happy" was her simple response. "I do not know what to say for I am so happy".

She turned onto her side, her arm propping up her head. She looked on her husband, naked, masculine and opened beside her. Her arm reached across him in order to play with the soft curls with fell around his face. Smiling to herself, she laid her head on his chest. His heart was still beating so fast.

"I love you" Jane said softly in his ear, he rubbed her arm gently.

"Jane, you are the whole of my world. You are everything to me. If all else came away and ceased to be, but you continued, I would still be".

She shook her head.

"How did it come to be that my life is this?'

"This?" he asked, kissing one place on her jaw and neck repeatedly.

"Laying here, in your arms, trying to recapture sense and mind after you have loved me in such a way that is almost inconceivable"

He smiled, one singular chuckle issuing from him.

"Well Ms Rochester, you agreed to marry me, to be my wife. You agreed to share my bed every night, or perhaps even all day. You promised your confidences, your trust. Above all you promised your love, and I never thought I would be the receiver of such a good and pure thing. By God, how it plays on my heart at every moment".

He tucked a piece of loose hair behind her ear before kissing her temple lovingly. He pulled the covers around Jane and caressed her forehead with his thumb. Leaning in for one final kiss on the forehead he drew back,

"Goodnight, goodnight my darling".