by Shay Savage
“Good.” Branford took a deep breath, and he moved his hand over to cup my cheek. His thumb traced over my cheekbone, and he looked into my eyes. “May I kiss you?”
“Yes, of course.” My answer was automatic, ingrained. When a noble asked something of a commoner, the commoner gave it without question though what the noble required may or may not have been pleasant.
He moved slowly, his gaze still on mine, and his lips brushed against me much like they had during our wedding ceremony. He backed away and smiled down at me.
“Do you like that, Alexandra?” he asked. “Do you like being kissed like that?”
“Yes, Branford.” The ingrained answer was also surprisingly truthful. He had kissed me softly, carefully—almost like he was afraid I would break if he pressed too hard—and I did like it.
“May I kiss you again?”
“Yes, please.”
Again, his mouth touched mine but for a little longer this time. His lips hovered over mine before he descended, moving slowly against me. He turned slightly, changing the angle and kissing me again, but his touch remained light. I could feel my heartbeat in my chest and my breathing increase in time with his movements. He pulled back again.
“Did you like that as well? Do you want me to do it again?”
I could only nod this time, and he kissed me again and again. His hand moved from my cheek up into my hair, twisting through it and pulling me closer to him as his lips danced over my mouth, leaving me out of breath when he finally stopped.
“Alexandra, will you touch me?”
“What?”
“Touch me while I kiss you.”
“Where?”
Branford chuckled slightly.
“Anywhere you would like,” he said.
“I don’t know where I should,” I told him.
He ran his hand down the outside of my arm until he met my fingers. He pried gently, releasing my grip on the bedsheets and pulling my hand up to place it atop his bare shoulder. I hadn’t realized I had been holding the sheets so tightly.
“How about here?” he said with a smile. I nodded again, and this time when he found my mouth with his, I gripped his shoulder a little and felt the hard, tense muscles under his warm skin. He moved his hand to the back of my neck, holding me firmly as he continued to softly kiss my lips. He backed off slightly, and then I felt the tip of his tongue against my mouth.
“Do you like that?”
“I don’t know,” I answered, trying to be truthful. It seemed when he touched his tongue to mine, his kisses would become much more urgent with need than they had been thus far. He looked down into my eyes.
“Would it be all right if I tried that again?” he asked. “You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable.”
“All right,” I said, acquiescing. Branford’s hand returned to my face, and he ran his fingers over my jaw.
“I’ll still be gentle,” he said with sincerity. I looked into his bright green eyes and nodded my agreement. He touched my lips with his tongue again, and I opened my mouth a little. He used his tongue to reach inside, and the tip ran along the edge of mine. I tensed a little, but he kept his movements slow, and it only lasted a moment.
“Was that all right?” he asked. I nodded again because it had been all right. I looked up into his darkened, hungry eyes again. “Do you want me to do it again?”
I nodded and closed my eyes as his tongue entered my mouth, caressing me before pulling my tongue into his mouth and sucking on it a little. It felt strange, but I found the taste of him to be…intriguing. He backed off and kissed me softly on my lips again before leaning back and looking intently at me.
“I want to touch you,” Branford said. “But I’ll only touch you slowly and softly. I won’t hurt you, my wife. Is that all right?”
“Yes.” My voice came out in barely a whisper.
Branford traced over my cheekbone and then down along my jaw. His touch was soft, and it left my skin tingling when he passed. He ran the backs of his fingers down my neck, and then he flipped his hand over so his fingertips could glide slowly over my shoulder. Some of my skin was exposed there, where I had earlier untied the lacing from my nightdress. My gaze moved to his hand as he slowly—oh, so slowly—traced the tip of one finger across my collarbone.
The blanket was drawn up to just underneath my breasts, and I could see my chest rising and falling as Branford’s fingertip traced back and forth. His slightly open mouth pressed against my cheek, then moved close to my ear.
“Do you like that, Alexandra?” he whispered into my ear. “Does it make your skin feel warm where I’ve touched you? Do you like how that feels?”
“Yes,” I responded in yet another, nearly breathless whisper.
“I want to touch more of you,” Branford said. He sucked my earlobe into his mouth and then kissed down my neck as I lay there, unmoving, but strangely unafraid now. He said he wouldn’t hurt me, and so far he had not. “Just feel, Alexandra.”
I closed my eyes and did as he said—concentrating on the movement of his lips over my jaw and back down my neck. They followed the same trail over my collarbones where his fingers had recently been. I felt warm moisture when his tongue danced lightly over my skin, then shivered as he blew cool air in the same spot.
“Do you like that?” I could feel the movement of his lips as he spoke with his mouth still touching my skin. I couldn’t even answer him through my shaky breaths. “You’re trembling, Alexandra. Are you frightened?”
I tilted my head and looked down to see him gazing up at me. I shook my head slowly, because I wasn’t frightened, was I? I had no idea what I was feeling, but if I had been frightened, I would have wanted him to stop, and I didn’t want him to stop. He kissed my collarbone while keeping his eyes trained on mine, and then he moved away, leaving my skin cold where his mouth used to be. He stroked over the top of my shoulder again, over to the edge of the cloth that made up the top of my nightdress. Very, very slowly, he let his finger trace the edge of the fabric, down around the open neckline. As he moved his finger, he pushed the edge of my nightdress open just a little farther until his finger was running over the very top of my breast. I gasped, and his gaze flew to mine again.
“Can you imagine what that would feel like,” he whispered, his voice raspy and deep, “if I touched you like this underneath your clothes?”
Branford tilted his hand until three fingers were now moving over the swell of my breasts, moving slowly and gently across the top of both. I could feel an unusual tingling sensation in their centers, and I felt them stiffen as they did when the winter wind was particularly harsh. It was not unpleasant, though. It was not unpleasant in the least.
“I want to touch you more,” Branford said, his voice still quiet, “but as I said quite some time ago, it is very late, and I need to think of your health.”
Before I could respond, he was kissing me again in a slow, nearly chaste way. When he was done, he looked down on me and smiled.
“Thank you, Alexandra.”
“For what, Branford?” I asked.
“Trusting me,” he said with a shrug. “You finally stopped looking at me like you thought I was about to cuff you.”
Turning away, I blanched at the thought. The idea of him striking me hadn’t truly occurred to me—not in so many words anyway. Branford’s hand cupped my chin, and he turned me to look at him.
“You’ve not given me reason to do such a thing,” he said. My relief was mixed with concern as I realized he may find reason to hit me at a later time. “Don’t look like that.”
I took a deep breath to try to relax myself, and Branford’s eyes narrowed.
“I won’t be violent toward you, Alexandra,” he said. “You would have to do something truly…truly traitorous to incur such wrath from me.”
I tried to keep my mind from the poor carriage driver who nearly lost his life for an accident and instead found myself wondering what Branford would consider traitorous.
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nbsp; “Please,” I heard him say, and when I focused on him again, his eyes held a trace of sadness. “Please don’t look that way. I don’t want you to fear me, Alexandra.”
I could not respond, for his mouth had claimed mine again, and he renewed his slow, gentle assault. It did not last long, but it again left me breathless and left my body crying out for more. More of exactly what, I could not say, I just knew I didn’t want him to stop.
“You need to sleep now, Alexandra,” Branford stated, his tone commanding again.
“You still aren’t going to…um…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
“Not tonight, Alexandra,” Branford said firmly, “but it will be soon.”
“When?” I could not help but ask the question.
He narrowed his eyes in contemplation.
“Three nights,” he said with conviction. His gaze met mine, and he looked at me intently as he caressed my cheek. He grasped my head in his hands as his voice dropped to a low, throaty whisper. “I’ll show you what it can really be like to be with me. For the first two nights, we will learn more about each other—what we both may like. And on that third night, Alexandra…I’ll go so slowly. I’ll be so gentle with you; I swear it…just like I have been tonight. Would that be acceptable to you, my wife?”
“Yes, my Branford,” I said and then bit down on my lip in embarrassment, realizing I had just combined both his title and his name. Branford smiled and laughed quietly.
“I like that,” he said. He leaned down and kissed my lips as gently as possible—his mouth just barely touching mine.
“Three nights?” I inquired quietly, wondering what could possibly happen over that amount of time. As far as I could tell, he had remained truthful to me. He said he would not hurt me, and he hadn’t, but that did not change the reality of what was to happen in three nights time.
“Three nights from now,” he repeated, nodding. He leaned back over me, his warm breath rolling in waves over my ear as his fingers glided softly over the line of my jaw. “And on the third night, when you are truly ready, I promise you will tremble underneath my touch. I promise you will feel ecstasy like you never imagined. I promise you will call out my name when I lie on top of you, and I will fill you over and over again until you simply cannot take any more pleasure.”
My eyes widened, and my slowly calming heart began to sputter again in my chest as I tried to process the meaning of his words. My fear was still there, and I could not deny it, but it seemed to be accompanied by something completely different, and it was not a feeling I could name.
And that is how we planned to consummate our marriage.
~End Book One~
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Author’s Notes
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More Books by Shay Savage
Surviving the Storm Series:
Surviving Raine
Bastian’s Storm
Evan Arden Series:
Otherwise Alone
Otherwise Occupied
Uncockblockable (a Nick Wolfe story)
Otherwise Unharmed
Isolated
Irrevocable
Stand Alone Works:
Transcendence
Offside
Worth
Alarm
Commodity
Kandace and the Beast
Specimen
Novella Collection:
Savaged
Caged Trilogy:
Takedown Teague
Trapped
Released
About the Author
Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio, with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing, she enjoys spending her weekends off-roading in her bright yellow jeep, watching science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, and participating as a HUGE Star Wars fan and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek fun runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms—especially the Columbus Crew, Arsenal, and Bayern Munich. Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.
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