Adam gave a soft laugh. He had been in a delightful daydream. Now he looked down at his beautiful bride and spoke words that he had not prepared, but which had come straight from the heart.
“My Emilia,” he said softly, “you are everything to me. I adore you with my heart, soul, and body, and in the years to come I wish to show you how much. I would give up everything I own at your command just to be with you. Emilia, be my wife, for I cannot live without you.”
Emilia had been so moved by his speech that she looked up at him through tear-filled eyes.
“I will marry you, Adam, for you are the man of my dreams. I know that you will protect me from harm and nurture and love our children, should we be fortunate enough to have them. I am proud to be embarking on this new adventure with you. Will you be my husband?”
“I will,” he replied, then they kissed each other, which was a little shocking in the middle of the church and caused a minor ripple amongst the congregation, but they simply could not help themselves.
Presently, Father Gordon gave them Communion and a blessing, then they were showered with flower petals as they ran out of the church. Adam knew he should wait for the reception to be over before taking his wife to the bedroom, but neither could wait. They had planned this moment for a long time.
Adam had ordered a bottle of Madeira to be sent to their room, together with some honey cakes. They planned to eat, drink, make love, and savor their first moments together before going to see their guests. They had prepared themselves for all the teasing and ribald comments they would receive, but they did not care.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Adam kissed Emilia fiercely, and she moaned softly as he pulled her so closely against his body that her ribs hurt, but she was not complaining. She could smell the natural musk of his body and feel the rasp of his stubble against her cheek, and everything that was womanly in her responded instinctively to everything that was manly in him.
She felt him loosening the laces of her dress at the back, and then he gently pulled it from her body. He did the same with her chemise and both fell onto the floor to pool around her feet, then he stood back to look at her.
“Oh, god,” he whispered. “You are everything I have ever dreamed of, Emilia.”
She was perfect, from the sculpted bones of her face to her creamy white shoulders, her tiny waist flaring out into curving, feminine hips. Her breasts were round, the nipples rose pink and pointed, and just big enough for each of his hands to cup one.
“Your turn,” she said huskily. When she saw his body she gasped; he looked so different to her!
His face was hairy and his features heavier and coarser—that she had always known, of course, but without his clothes on she could see the width of his shoulders and the bulge of the powerful muscles on his upper arms and chest. His stomach was flat, his hips were very small compared to hers, and his thighs looked strong enough to run a hundred miles. Then she looked between his legs at what she had been most afraid of, her eyes widening at its size. She wondered how her frail body was meant to accommodate it.
He must have seen her look, because he stepped forward and gathered her into his arms. She could feel his arousal against her, pressing into the tender flesh of her stomach, and she sighed with happiness. As soon as she stepped into his arms she had stopped being afraid.
“This is where I have wanted to be for a long, long while,” she murmured. She heard the low rumble of his laughter.
“Lady Cameron, it is time for you to truly become my wife,” he said, lifting her up and laying her tenderly on the bed. Then he began to worship her. He peppered her lightly with little nibbling kisses on her cheeks, throat, and breasts, then teased her nipples with the tip of his tongue till she was writhing with pleasure.
He explored her body with his hands, then thrust a finger into her secret place, moving it in and out, and touching her most sensitive spot with his thumb. Soon he added a second finger and increased the speed of his movements, then he touched her with the tip of his tongue and she screamed. The pleasure was almost unbearable.
At last she felt him gently easing inside her, and she looked up into his eyes, which were smiling at her.
“Good?” he whispered. Emilia nodded, unable to speak. She felt him move further into her, then he waited till he knew she was comfortable. Little by little he became her first lover, and he had done it so skillfully that there had been hardly any pain.
Then, slowly at first, he began to thrust inside her, and gradually became faster and faster. She moved in time with him instinctively and began to feel what she had felt before, except that this time there would be no interruptions. Nothing would come between them now.
She felt a delicious sensation inside her that was almost like a tickle, then it receded and came back more forcefully, and as he moved in and out of her it became stronger and stronger still, until a wave of sheer ecstasy crashed over her. Then Adam kissed her as he had never kissed her before, his lips firm and powerful on hers. He was not caressing hers, but making her submit to him, and she loved it.
When it was over and he had withdrawn from her she burst into tears. He did not ask her why, because he knew that some women found the greatest pleasure of all unbearably wonderful.
“Now you are Lady Cameron,” he whispered. “And I am the most fortunate man in the world.
“I had no idea,” she said incredulously. “Everyone I asked said it was painful and something to be endured—but it is not like that at all, Adam.” She laughed. “It was...was…” She trailed off and buried her face in his chest, then put her arms around him. “I cannot explain, but I know that it would not have felt so wonderful had I not loved you so much.”
Then he smiled and kissed her again, and they lay wrapped in each other’s arms for a while.
Emilia sighed. “We had better go and see our guests,” she said sadly.
“No, stay here,” he replied, pouting comically like a little child. “I want to stay in bed.”
“I am quite sure you do,” Emilia replied, “but our guests will be wondering what we have been doing.”
Adam threw back his head and laughed heartily. “My darling, we have just been married,” he reminded her. “Our guests know exactly what we have been doing!”
Emilia blushed fiercely as she realized the truth of this. “Oh no,” she moaned. “They will tease us mercilessly.”
