War nodded. “They hoped to attend the wedding, but Henry has kept them busy in France,” he said. “I am certain they will return home soon. I am anxious for Annie to meet them.”
William nodded before giving Annaleigh a kiss on the cheek before opening the chamber door. “And with that, I will take my leave,” he said. “Good night to you both. And bolt this door when I’ve gone.”
He slipped through and War shut the door, throwing the bolt. When he turned to look at his wife, they both burst out laughing.
“Will they truly come up here and get in bed with us?” she said, incredulous. “What drunken fools they are.”
War snorted. “Fools, indeed,” he said. “I am serious when I said I’d throw them out the window. I do not want anything spoiling this night. I’ve waited six long months for it and nothing is going to interrupt it.”
Annaleigh smiled coyly. The past six months had been a lesson in restraint for them both. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t had the opportunity to fornicate. It was simply that War wanted their first time together to be as husband and wife. It wasn’t the act he was desperate to engage in, as he told her, but the opportunity todemonstrate his love to the woman he’d chosen to spend his life with.
Annaleigh couldn’t disagree with him.
But now, the time was upon them and War didn’t waste any of it. Reaching out, he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, something he’d done freely over the past several months. She had a beautiful mouth and he loved to kiss it.
Now, the night belonged to them.
The mattress, made with fresh linens, beckoned them and while their mouths were still fused, War picked Annaleigh up and carried her over to the bed. She was clad in a pale blue silk, elegant and beautiful, and he set her to her feet carefully while trying to navigate the ties on the side and back. He was so eager to remove the dress that he ended up breaking a couple of the ties, apologizing profusely, but that didn’t stop him from breaking another set of ties trying to get her out of it.
Annaleigh giggled at him in between heated kisses.
To match his passion, she grabbed at the ties on his breeches and gave a big yank. Grunting with the power of her pull, War started laughing as well. He ended up stripping himself and her, all by the light of the fire. Annaleigh had been so focused on undressing the man herself that she hardly realized when he’d stripped her first. Utterly nude, with the firelight dancing off her pale flesh, she didn’t feel an ounce of shame as she faced her husband.
War was an enormous man to begin with and his manhood was proportionate to that. Annaleigh could feel it between them, on her belly, as he held her close. He was fully aroused and very hard but, for a moment, they simply held one another, flesh against flesh in the first moment that they’d been able to do so. It was a powerful moment. When War’s big hands moved to cup her buttocks, she let him.
She cupped his, too.
War groaned, feeling her hot hands on his buttocks, as he gently caressed hers. His mouth slanted over hers again and, suddenly, they were falling back on the bed, but Annaleigh didn’t shy away from him. She wrapped her tight, little body all around him, her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, indulging in kisses that set her entire body on fire.
Heset her body on fire.
She was eager to know him as a wife would know a husband.
War seemed to sense that because he was desperate to join his body with hers. She was holding him so tightly that he had to loosen her legs around his waist and shift his body so their pelvises were against one another. His mouth left hers, blazing a trail down to delicious breasts he’d become very acquainted with over the past six months. Round, firm, and silken, he took a nipple between his lips and suckled her tenderly.
Beneath him, Annaleigh gasped with pleasure.
There were no more words to be spoken, only the anticipation of what was to come, the physical demonstration of their feelings. War had to shift his body again because he was so big against her petite frame but, soon enough, he could feel her wet heat against his manhood and he could wait no longer. He pushed into her slowly, aware of how small she was beneath him, seating himself a tiny bit at a time and giving her time to adjust to his size.
He could feel her body twitch underneath him.
Annaleigh’s maidenhead resisted him and he pulled back, coiling his buttocks before plunging into her and pushing through the barrier. Annaleigh gasped with the sting of possession as he seated himself, but it took three more thrusts before he was fully embedded. With each stroke, she groaned with the newness of the sensation, the minor pain such an action brought. But this is what she had wanted, what they had both wanted.
She welcomed the feel of her husband’s body into hers.
“Is that all?” she grunted once he was fully seated. “Is there more?”
War lifted his head. “There’s more,” he murmured. “We have only started. I promise that you will not be disappointed.”
Annaleigh trusted him, feeling the raw sting of his initial possession fade as he began to move gently within her. Her legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, holding him close as the discomfort gave way to pleasure.
Very quickly, she was coming to enjoy it. His thrusts were driving her to the brink of madness. She had no way of knowing how this union would affect her, only knowing that the mere act of it filled something in her she never knew needed to be filled. Every stroke, every thrust seemed to ignite something deep in her belly, creating a hunger that needed to be satisfied.
Something only War could fulfill.
Annaleigh ended up watching him through half-lidded eyes, watching the rippling of his muscles and the expression on his face. It was something between passion and insanity, that dark area when a man’s mind was so consumed with the woman he loved that nothing else existed. Her pelvis began moving with his, instinctively, meeting his every thrust as if they’d always done it this way. As if they’d always been together.
As if, over the eons, they’d done this time and time again.
