Josselin scooped her up and placed her in the middle of the bed. He bent over her, his lips seeking the peaks he had awakened with his touch. When Clelia felt his tongue on her flesh, she arched her back, moaning in ecstasy as he massaged her with his lips and tortured her gently with his teeth. She gasped again, this time loudly, as he pulled her nipple deep into his mouth. Her muscles spasmed from the sensation, and she was vaguely aware of protesting at the intensity. At her protest, Josselin stopped to blow air over the wet skin, causing her skin to contract even further. She now moaned at the loss of contact, wanting it and fearing its intensity simultaneously.
Josselin chuckled. “I could make you come like this, my little witch. But not tonight.”
He gave her other breast the same treatment, his fingers flattening over her tummy, the heat of his palm spreading through her skin to her womb. When he pulled away to stand at the side of the bed, it felt as if her whole body, inside and out, went cold without his touch. Clelia pushed herself up on her elbows, confused at his sudden withdrawal, but when he started undressing, she leaned back, trying hard not to look embarrassed. She watched with fascination as he peeled once piece of clothing after another from his body, until he stood naked in front of her. Her eyes widened at the size of his cock, wondering how it would ever fit.
Josselin kneeled over her and slowly pulled first the one, then the other shoe off, dropping them to the ground. He took his time to caress the bridge of her feet, moving to her ankles and then to her calves.
Clelia stared at him in wonder. He was beautiful. His muscles flexed as he stroked his way up her body. A light dusting of dark hair coated his chest and continued from under his navel, spreading down to his balls. She admired the sculptured lines of his body and the way the V extended from his hips to his loins. She reached out and traced the line, feeling the hardness of his flesh. Josselin stopped touching her then. He pulled her into a sitting position, still kneeling over her. He took her hands and placed them on his chest, encouraging her to touch him. Clelia gladly obliged. She ran her palms over his shoulders, over the indent of his collarbone and over the hard disks of his nipples. As she moved them over his tummy she felt him shuddering and when she trailed her fingers down to wrap them around his rock-hard shaft, she heard his groan over the roar of the fires. He felt warm. The hardness of his flesh surprised her. She stroked him gently, marveling in the feel, but he closed his hand over hers to still it.
“Enough for now,” he said hoarsely, “or I won’t last.”
He pushed her back gently again, starting to plant kisses from her neck to her shoulders and her breasts and her tummy while his hand cupped her sex again. He didn’t move his hand, just kept it there, and Clelia wiggled against him, desperate for what was waiting beyond that touch. He spread her legs with his and moved down, lifting her knees. Clelia stared in bewilderment as he lowered his head between her legs. She wiggled some more, this time to escape, feeling embarrassed, but he kept her in position and dragged his tongue through her wet folds. A loud moan escaped her lips. She tried to clench her knees together but he spread them a little wider, making her aware of his intention. She felt his mouth on her clit, sucking and licking and nibbling with his teeth. She didn’t heed his request to keep her eyes open now. It would be impossible. She panted. Sparks flew through her body and accumulated in a fire in that one tiny spot. It became so intense that she felt pins and needles all the way to her toes.
“I can’t,” she said, her breath coming in rasps. She pushed at his shoulders. “I can’t stand it.”
“Shhh, angel,” he said, disregarding her plea.
He lifted one leg and draped it over his shoulder, which opened her up for his tongue. She felt its warmth delving into her, strengthening the depth of her desire. One hand still held onto her other leg, while his free hand moved to join his tongue, spreading her gently, and then his lips were back on her clit while he slipped a finger inside of her.
Clelia’s back lifted off the mattress at the sudden sensation. She whimpered as he slowly pulled his finger out, only to push it back in again, all the while nipping at the tip of her clit. A sudden darkness threatened to wash over her. Clelia held her breath as she felt it coming, the sensation she had first felt with Josselin, her release. When it hit her, it hit her hard, much harder than the first, second, or third time. Her muscles contracted for several seconds before her body relaxed slightly, shaking with little tremors of pleasure.
She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus, but Josselin’s voice gently pulled her from her reverie.
“Open your eyes, Cle.”
She blinked at him, battling to obey.
“You’re so tight,” he said. She heard the note of concern in his voice but she couldn’t care.
“Josselin.” She sighed.
He kissed her lips, slow at first, then more urgently. Already the need for him was building again. She returned his caress with all the love she was capable of, opening her body to him as she had opened her heart years earlier.
She froze when she felt his cock nudge at the entrance of her vagina. She was so wet her juices ran down her thighs. Instinctively she knew her body was ready for him. She didn’t clench her legs together this time, but wrapped them around his hips, inviting him to make her his.
She could see the strain on his face from holding himself in. He shook his head and moved his hands behind his back to grab hold of her ankles. “No, this position will give me deeper penetration.” He placed her feet on the mattress. “Not for your first time. It’ll be too intense.”
His thick cock spread the entrance to her vagina, moving forward slowly. She cried out as she felt him stretching and burning her. It was impossible. He was too big.
“Josselin.” Her voice wavered.
He took her face between his hands and kissed her gently, working himself another inch into her unyielding flesh.
She called out again and arched her back, but he kept her face still between his hands, focusing on her eyes.
“Put your hands on my shoulders, angel,” he said. “Hold onto me.”
She had scarcely done as he had instructed when she felt him push into her, deep. Her nails dug into his flesh.
She tried to shake her head but he kept her still.
“No. I can’t,” she whimpered.
“Shhh, little witch,” he said, kissing her eyes and her cheeks. “It will hurt at first, but after that I promise you only pleasure.”
He pushed deeper and stopped, perspiration shining over his beautiful face, his eyes shining with passion and love as he held her gaze.
“Take a deep breath,” he said. “Relax your muscles.”
Clelia tried, but the air she took into her lungs became a loud gasp as he plunged forward with a hard thrust, burying himself in her to the hilt. This time her legs clenched involuntarily, trapping his body in their vice. She pushed against his chest, trying to wiggle away from him, to escape the burning intrusion she felt between her legs, but he kept her still, whispering sweet words in her ear.
He started moving again, slow at first, and Clelia fought him, but when he picked up his pace, she became aware of a deeper pleasure growing inside of her, rising over the pain. When she relaxed, becoming weak underneath him, he moved faster, but gently, pinning her down with his weight while her heart became as light as a feather.
Josselin looked down to where their bodies were joined. He closed his eyes briefly and then focused on her again, his features becoming a mass of torture and pleasure as he gritted his teeth, slowing his lovemaking. He fell forward to kiss her again, his tongue moving in sync with his hips, stopping to suck her lower lip into his mouth only to release it once more and to mold her mouth to his. His hand moved to the sensitive, swollen nub, applying pressure that had another orgasm building.
Clelia was sure she couldn’t take more. Her body had turned into jelly. She shook her head into their kiss, but Josselin was relentless, driving into her with faster strokes, lowering h
is head to fasten his teeth lightly on her nipple. She felt it coming, exploding. He bit down gently. The light nip sent her over the edge. She could hear her scream fill the room as she saw Josselin arching his back, groaning, while his semen shot inside her. Tears ran from her eyes. She wasn’t sure where they came from. She felt vulnerable and emotional, but most of all loved.
“I’m sorry,” Josselin whispered. He blew soft kisses over her wet cheeks. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
She smiled. “I’m fine.”
He rolled onto his side and drew her with him, their bodies still connected, his cock still hard inside of her. He rubbed his hands over her back and her arms and kissed her head.
“Rest, little witch,” he whispered. “I’m here to protect you.”
* * * *
Clelia fell asleep in his arms. She woke sometime in the middle of the night, feeling stiff, sore, and sticky. She wondered where the bathroom was. Her effort to sit up without waking Josselin was futile. As soon as she moved, he shot up.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes. I just need the bathroom.”
“Hold on.” He got up and bent to pick up a candle.
Clelia admired his body, sculptured like a timeless statue as he crossed the floor and opened an adjoining door on the far side of the big hall.
A second later, she heard water running. She was just about to swing her legs from the bed, when he returned.
He frowned at her. “Stay where you are.” He moved quickly, smoothly, like a predator, his cock hard and proud, and picked her up.
“I can walk,” she protested, but he only clicked his tongue.
Clelia was surprised to see a big corner tub in the bathroom.
Following her gaze, he said, “I had it renovated when I knew we’d need a place to stay. I’m sorry I didn’t have time to decorate or furnish it properly. I just had enough time to at least get the water connected.”
“You had a hot tub installed in two days?”
“I have connections.”
He lowered her onto a bench covered with a towel, and kneeled between her legs. When he spread her, she started to resist, but he gently tugged at her legs, giving her a stern look. Clelia felt herself blush bright red when he opened her vagina with his thumbs to peer inside. He planted a soft kiss on her curls and straightened.
“You haven’t torn. You’ll be back to normal in no time.”
He picked her up, carried her to the bath, which was midway full, and lowered her into the warm water. Clelia flinched when she felt the sting of the water on her private parts.
He got in next to her and kissed her hand. “Sore?”
She shook her head. “Happy.”
“So am I, Mrs. Clelia de Arradon. So am I. Now, not just I, but all the world will know that you’re mine. And nobody messes with what belongs to me.”
Despite her physical bliss, Clelia felt her soul tremble.
Chapter Twenty
They woke up with the first light. Josselin’s naked body was draped over hers, anchoring her to the bed. Not that Clelia had any desire to leave his side. Happiness had never felt sweeter. Lying in the arms of the man she loved, knowing he was now her husband, and having her love returned as intensely as only Josselin was capable of, was all she could ever ask for. Except for knowing that Erwan was safe. Except for going home, and being reunited with her animals.
He stirred, and she felt his cock grow hard against her hip. Parts of her warmed as she recalled the night. Clelia turned on her side. The movement woke Josselin. He didn’t change his position, but opened his silver eyes to stare at her. Immediately she recognized the desire and heat that always made them appear a shade darker.
She moved closer into the circle of his embrace. When her breasts brushed against his chest, his cock twitched and grew even harder against her tummy.
She smiled. “Having ... needs?”
“For you? Always.” He kissed her softly. “But not so soon. We have to wait a while.”
She felt slightly disappointed. Her body was already preparing itself for him. She could feel the wetness between her legs.
“Josselin, you’re so protective.” She laughed softly. “I’m not fragile.”
“But you are, little witch.” He tapped her lightly on the tip of her nose.
He remained perfectly serious, her smiles having no effect on him. Another part of his body wasn’t so unaffected. Clelia moved her hand down his body and curled her fingers around the thick shaft, but Josselin’s hand closed over hers.
“Already testing your seductive power?”
He wasn’t so cool now. His jaw bunched in the way it did when he was reigning himself in.
“You are an incredible witch,” he said. “Just one touch and I’m about to lose control.”
“So lose it,” she said daringly.
His eyes darkened more. “Don’t play that game with me, wife. I can please you and make you come, if that is what you want, but I won’t penetrate you so soon again.”
She relaxed her fingers in disappointed defeat.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” she said.
“And we have our whole life in front of us. I plan to thoroughly pleasure you.”
She shuddered in anticipation and glanced at his arousal. “Maybe it’s you who need the pleasing. Would you like me to...?” Clelia could feel herself flushing. “You know?”
He grinned playing the devil she was sure. “Do what?” He pulled her even closer and ground his erection against her tummy. “I’m not sure I understand.”
“Stop teasing,” she chided. “You know what I mean.”
“Say it.”
“All right.” She swallowed. “Would you like me to take you in my mouth, caress you with my tongue and suck you until you come?”
Josselin stiffened even further. His whole body was an arched bow. His expression moved from serious to hungry.
“That’s not an intelligent way to tease,” he said levelly, but his voice was hoarse.
“I’m not teasing. I’m serious.”
“I’ll take you up on that promise. After breakfast.”
Food was the last thing on her mind. “I’m not hungry.”
“I was a terrible husband last night, dragging you to bed straight after marrying you without the courtesy of feeding you first.”
“And you really believe I would have wanted to eat?”
“You need to eat.”
He grimaced, as if making an unpleasant decision, and got to his feet. Josselin faced her in all his naked and aroused glory. He didn’t seem in the least bit uncomfortable to stand in front of her without as much as a fig leaf, and she envied him his confidence.
“Would you like to eat here, or go into town?”
She lifted herself up on one elbow. “You have food here?”
His eyes traveled over her exposed body. He gripped the sheet and pulled it up to cover her.
“As much as I enjoy looking at you, I’m having trouble controlling my ... desire.” He turned abruptly and strolled toward the bathroom. “I had the company who set up everything else stock up with food. There are fruit, cereals, and yogurt. I could whip up an omelet, unless you prefer to go out.”
“I’d love to eat here. Thank you.”
“I’ll take you to the cottage after breakfast.”
Her heart jumped. She could hardly wait.
“I’m having a quick shower. Without you.” He said it as if he desperately regretted it. “Until your body is used to having me inside you. All the time.”
The last part was said with much emphasis. Clelia’s muscles in the lower region of her body contracted.
“Then, you better get used to having your showers with me.”
He disappeared around the door and soon she heard the sounds of Josselin’s grooming. They were sweet, tender, and beautiful sounds. Clelia was loved. By Josselin de Arradon.
* * * *
After her shower, Clelia dressed in a tartan
wool dress and her long boots. Despite the cold, Josselin took her out back to where he had set a garden table with breakfast.
“I hope you don’t mind.” He kissed her knuckles. “The inside is as cold as the outside. The whole central heating system needs to be replaced. At least here we have a better view.”
They did have a spectacular view. The lake beckoned on the right while the forest glistened dark green with dew in the weak December sun. Even if the garden was non-existent and not even the design of its former glory was visible from under the green carpet of neglect, it made a pretty setting.
Clelia took the chair that Josselin had pulled out for her. “Why did you never have it restored?”
He pondered the question for a while. “For starters, I didn’t have the financial means when I left for New York, and not for a few years thereafter. And even if I had, I wasn’t sure that it was a wound I wanted to scratch open.”
“And now?”
“And now I have you.” His gaze was intense. “That changes everything.”
Clelia tilted her head. His eyes were hard and the lines of his mouth set obstinate. Her Josselin was still hurting.
“You have to make peace with it, Josselin, so that you can let it go.”
His jaw remained set, the color of his eyes like ice, but then he gave her a small smile and took her hand to pull her into his lap.
“As always, you’re right,” he said.
He pulled a knee blanket from the back of his chair and draped it over her shoulders. He reached for a strawberry from the platter on the table and brought it to her lips. “Open, little witch.”
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