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And for once, she thought of herself. “Yes. Yes, I will be your wife. Yes, I will go to Scotland. Oh, Roan, and, yes, I love you so much it hurts.”
He sealed her promise with a kiss, and before she realized it, they were out the door and on their way. He hired a coach with fast horses at the nearest coaching inn, and as the sun came up on the morning, they were a quarter of their way to Scotland.
If she’d had any doubts about him or a marriage to him, they were dispelled on the ride. Roan opened himself completely to her, and she returned the favor, sharing with all that was inside her, all she’d feared telling another. They held each other, content with the promise that within hours they would belong to one another.
The drive was uneventful. Their marriage took place at eight the following evening in a low-ceilinged taproom with candlelight all around them. Roan paid each of the witnesses a hundred guineas before taking Susan’s hand and leading her up the back stairs to the room waiting for them.
Susan knew she should pretend shyness. She was a virgin after all. But her love for her husband made her eager.
The moment the door closed behind them, she kissed him with abandon.
“I shall never tire of kissing you,” Roan promised when they came up for air.
“But there is something more, isn’t there?” She noticed how he’d restrained himself on the coach ride. She’d known, because she’d had to struggle to keep her own desire for him in check.
Well, no longer.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Susan,” he began. “They say this can be painful for a woman—”
She shut him up with a kiss.
After that, there was no restraining either one of them. Laces were fumbled with and finally undone. Buttons freed. Clothes dropped to the floor. The clean sheets felt good against the heat of her body. But nothing could compare with the feeling of her husband lying naked beside her.
Their kisses grew more heated. He was strong in ways she’d not imagined. He held off his own pleasure to please her—and that’s when the last traces of doubt left her. This man was a gift from God.
Susan wasn’t completely certain what to expect. She had a general idea, but ideas were not the same as experience. What she discovered was that the act of coupling was far more fun than she could have imagined.
Roan tickled her with his tongue, caressed and soothed her with his fingers, and kissed every place that was kissable.
And then, the games between them were over. Her husband’s weight rested on top of her. The length of him pressed intimately against her.
He brushed back tangled strands of hair from her face, his expression serious. “I love you, Susan,” he said, then kissed her, fully, deeply before entering her in one smooth, strong thrust.
The sensation of him caught her off guard. She gave a small gasp of surprise. Immediately, he was repentant.
“I’m sorry. Here, let me leave you alone—”
Susan stopped him from pulling away by placing her hand on one firm buttock. “You’ll go nowhere, husband,” she said, “until you’ve finished what you’ve started.” Her body had adjusted to him. In fact, he felt quite nice…but she knew there had to be more.
The worry left his expression. “I think only of your pleasure,” he whispered.
“Then begin pleasuring,” she answered, the words turning into a soft purr as he did exactly that.
Susan knew she would never forget the joy of this first coupling. Roan was everything she wanted in a lover. He knew what she needed before she was even aware herself.
She clung to him, trusting him. He did not fail her. He took her to places she’d never imagined. Their bodies moved as one until that bright, shining moment when she gave all.
Her whole being vibrated with her love for him. Tears came to her eyes from sheer joy.
And then she felt him join her. He thrust deep and hard as if reaching to her very center before finding his own blessed
John Steinbeck, Richard Astro