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But the maid was gone. She stood up, pulling nervously at her nightgown. She truly did not know how she could endure the moments until he arrived.
Suddenly, there was a soft knock, on the door adjoining their chambers.
She took a deep, ragged breath. “Come in.”
It was finally time for her to become a wife in the true sense of the word.
* * *
Patricia watched him carefully, her heart beating painfully in her chest, as he entered the room. She smothered a gasp of surprise. He was in his night attire. She had never seen a man in such apparel, not even her father. For some reason, it made everything so much more intimate.
His eyes raked over her, in a leisurely way, from her hair cascading freely down her back, taking in her lacy white nightgown, all the way to her bare legs and feet. She watched his face change. It tightened in a way that she had never seen before and his green eyes darkened almost to the color of moss.
She blushed fiercely, only just resisting the urge to wrap her arms protectively around herself. She felt exposed even though the nightgown was as long and as modest as most of her gowns.
“Do not be afraid, Patricia,” he breathed, his eyes still glimmering like jewels. “Let me admire you. I wish to drink you in. You are simply breathtaking.”
Her blush deepened. She felt as if her whole body was afire with it.
He walked slowly towards her, until he was only inches away, still gazing at her in that intense way. He reached out, taking one of her hands, turning it over in his own as if he were contemplating a fine gem.
“Beautiful,” he breathed. “Every part of you is beautiful. Such long, delicate fingers…”
The feel of it. As he kept caressing her hand sweet sensations were starting to nip at her, deep in her belly. Slowly he raised her hand to his lips. With his eyes locked upon her own he slowly kissed each finger in a languorous way before pressing his lips deeply into her palm.
She gasped, feeling as if she would surely faint.
Slowly, he pulled her towards him. It was as if she was in a deep trance and powerless to do anything but submit to whatever was about to happen.
His lips were against her neck now; small, nipping kisses trailing over it like fire. She gasped again, deep in her throat. He tilted her backwards in his arms, so that her head fell back with her hair streaming towards the floor. Hungrily, he buried his face into the soft center of her neck, groaning as he attached his mouth, sucking fiercely.
Patricia gasped again as she felt a warm wetness seep out of the very core of her. She closed her eyes as he sucked with abandon, as if he wanted to devour her. She never wanted it to end.
Suddenly, she felt his hands reaching for her breasts. With a deep groan, he kneaded them through the thin fabric of the nightgown, twisting and flicking the nipples with his thumbs. She felt them instantly harden, as if they were pulsing with life. And then, to her shock, his mouth trailed down her body, roughly pulling aside the bodice of the gown. He gazed up at her hungrily for a second before his lips came down upon one of her nipples, taking it deep within his mouth.
“Oh,” she cried, overcome. “Oh, dear…”
He did not stop. His tongue was circling the nipple, pulling at it, as if he couldn’t get enough of it. Suckling her, in a rhythmic way, causing the most alarming jolts of sensation rippling throughout her entire body. She felt her breath coming thick and fast, as if she were attempting to breathe through heavy smoke. She felt a deep, throbbing ache at her center.
Abruptly, he pulled away, his own breath quickened. Without a word, he grabbed her nightgown and pulled it up over her head, letting it fall to the floor where it lay in a crumpled heap.
“Let me look at you,” he whispered thickly.
The sudden coldness of air upon her naked skin was a shock. Again, she wrestled with the impulse to cover herself with her arms.
“Why?” she whispered, overcome with shyness. “Why must you look?”
He laughed softly, as his eyes trailed over her, lingering on her breasts and the dark triangle of hair at the center of her body.
“Because you are beautiful,” he whispered slowly. “And because it pleases me to do so, more than I can say.”
She raised her chin, gazing straight into his face. “Then remove your own clothing, sir, so that we are equals in this.”
He laughed again. But then he quickly disrobed, so that his own nightshirt fell to the floor. “Whatever you like. You can gaze upon me freely, Patricia.” He paused. “And you may touch me wherever you like.”
Her eyes widened as she stared at him. The shock of it. The very first time she had ever seen a naked male body. And what a body it was. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps of wonder as her eyes drunk their fill.
He was broad, across the shoulders, with a wide chest smattered with dark hair. A flat stomach had more dark hair curling downwards. His manhood stood proud and erect from its forest of dark hair. She suppressed a gasp of astonishment as she gazed upon it. For the first time since he had entered the chambers and touched her, she remembered what was about to happen.
