no discomfort, only Aubrey filling her until they were as one.
Her body, relaxed, then tensed and shuddered. As he began to move, she moved with him until she felt herself gathering toward some incredible storm. Then at last, she felt the long slow shudders of a pulsing release. She uttered a short cry against his shoulder, and clung to him as waves of pleasure washed over her, and brought her, at last, to herself again.
Only then did he move more quickly, rocking into her, until he too shivered and groaned, and finally arching his back, released.
They both sank to the softness of the bed, and lay entangled, too overcome to speak, too much in pleasure to move from each other.
âOh my,â she finally said.
She heard his laughter, silent and deep in his chest.
âThat was wonderful,â she said.
âYes,â he said.
She bit her lip. âBut there was no pain. Only joy. And a person who hasnât done it isnât supposed to feel such pleasure. Thatâs supposed to come in time. But Aubrey, I swear to you that Iâve never done this before.â
âI know,â he said. âAnd pleasure comes when it will.â
She disengaged from him slowly, and looked down at herself. âOh!â she gasped, turning this way and that. âThereâs blood,â she whispered, âbut it didnât hurt. I vow it isnât my time of the month, I never knew a man before you.â
âHush,â he said, taking her in his arms. âI know. And it doesnât have to hurt. I would never let myself hurt you.â
She sank to her elbows above him. âIâm surely the luckiest female in all England,â she whispered, gazing down at him.
âSo I hope you will be,â he said, but there was a trace of sorrow in his voice that made her frown. âWho can tell the future?â he asked briskly, sitting up and laying her down again. âIâll get some water, weâll clean up, and then you can dream in my arms. What you heard was partly right, tomorrow will be even better for you.â
âHow could it be?â she said.
He laughed. Then he rose and stepped from the bed. âWe shall see. You havenât felt all we can do together. Thereâs more, much more.â
Her grin was touched with a little nervousness. âCan I bear it?â
âOh, yes,â he said. âYou were made for me.â
The night was at its height. Aubrey lay in bed with his bride asleep in his arms. The moonlight kept him wakeful until sheâd fallen asleep. But sheâd had question after question for him, as honest and eager as a child to know how sheâd done, what did he think, was she what heâd wanted? The slice of moonlight that came through the window lit his smile. She was exactly what he wanted.
He rose from the bed in one smooth move. He kissed his sleeping bride lightly and whispered one wordââsleepââto her.
Then he threw on a night robe, left the room and the house, and walked out into the broad moonlight at the back of his house. He stood basking in its cold glow. It was high midnight. The moon shone whole and full, white, and clear, and for those with eyes that could see there was sufficient light for living and dying. There were no sounds but those of the breeze-fluttering leaves in the trees in the forest; an occasional chirrup of late crickets, and the shivering sounds of those things that moved almost soundlessly on wing or feet through the night to devour them.
Aubrey put his face up to the moon and let his night robe fall from his shoulders to puddle at his feet. In that moment he looked like any of the glorious statues Eve had seen in cold marble in the museum. But he was cool living flesh. He closed his eyes, and sought answers.
She wasnât with child yet. Heâd never really thought she could be, even she, not this soon.
But soon, he wordlessly promised to the moon.
Heâd waited for her for
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