Sylvie was shaking with anxiety on the inside. Here he was again. This time, he recognized her. She was in a vulnerable state. Yet she wasn't concerned about that.
She was just happy she hadn't been caught on her midnight outing. Suffering her new husband was the least of her concerns, or so she thought.
"Welcome home, husband." Sylvie greeted him. She didn't move from her spot in front of her wardrobe.
He walked towards her while he closed the suite doors behind him. Dropping his tan leather satchel down directly in front of the door on the way. Sylvie's heart was beating faster and faster with each step he took towards her. When he was standing in front of her she felt like it would jump out of her throat. She looked calm on the outside, but she wasn't.
How could she be? Her husband was a great deal taller than her. He was also muscular and ruggedly handsome. She wasn't accustomed to such raw masculine essence. He smelled like musk and outdoors.
His chiseled jaw had dark stubble. He had a look in his eyes like a hungry wolf. She knew she was the delicious little rabbit.
"And what a welcome it is." He replied, slowly scanning her nude body.
Sylvie stood on her tiptoes and kissed Randolf. Randolf was caught off guard by the gesture. He had been expecting a shy, scared wife when he had come home, but that wasn't what he got. He got a nude, sweet, and very willing wife instead. One who was welcoming him home only in a way he could only dream of.
He could hear her heart beating. The erratic pattern told him she was nervous. He knew that was to be expected. She was being forward with him. This was something he had thought would come much later in their union, considering the circumstances surrounding her nuptials, yet here she was.
He moved his face and made sure that their lips touched. Randolf turned the sweet kiss into one of pure passion and desire. He couldn't help himself. She was so sweet and pliable in his arms. He instantly grew erect when he felt her kissing him back with the same fervor.
The thought of knowing she wanted him just as much as he wanted her turned him on a level he had never experienced. He was head over heels in love with this girl. He wanted her and only her. When he was staying on the island, he had fantasised about all the things he had wanted to do to her in bed, and now it was happening. Sylvie pulled away and broke their kiss, helping them both come back down to Earth.
Sylvie's breath had been taken away by the sudden uptick in passion she was sharing with this stranger she called her husband. Her distraction was working, but on who? She was definitely feeling the effects. She realized then that he had her pressed up against the wardrobe. She didn't recall how or when they had gotten this close to it.
She put her hand to her lips. She had never experienced a kiss like that. It was different. It was strange. It was exciting.
She wondered then why her kiss with Caleb hadn't felt like this.
"I knew you would taste delicious," He murmured.
The intimate truth made Sylvie feel even more vulnerable than being naked. He had tasted good as well. She didn't know how to describe it. She was pleasantly caught off guard and was grateful her plan benefitted her in a way she hadn't thought about. He grabbed her by her hand and led her toward the opposite side of the room towards their bed.
Sylvie was nervous now. She knew the time would come when she would have to perform her wifely duties. She hadn't been expecting to carry out the task so soon. She sensed her husband was hard but fair. He hadn't raised his voice to her or tried to slap her, and even now, he was kissing her, but his touch was gentle.
She wasn't opposed to the idea of lying with her new husband.
If the kiss they had just shared was any indication, she was looking forward to seeing what he was about in the bedroom. They were standing beside the large bed. Randolf turned around and faced her.
His eyes looked into hers.
"Undress me." He ordered her.
Sylvie was timid to the task at first. Her fingers felt numb from her nerves as she fumbled the buttons on his shirt and took it off. His rippling muscles made her even more intrigued. When she got to his pants, she felt downright embarrassed. She looked up at him.
Randolf could tell Sylvie was beginning to go back into her quiet, sweet shell again. He didn't want that. He put his big strong hands on top of her slender delicate ones and helped her loosen the stays on his trousers. He made sure to run her hands on his chest. Her touch gave him chills all over his body and he was surprised at the intense effect she had on him. He guided her hands to his upper hip area and helped her push his trousers down.
She was surprised when she saw his manhood spring free. It all became real when she saw just how much his body had been reacting to hers.
"I will be gentle with you, wife. " He told her.
She didn't know if his words eased her nerves in the moment. She was too distracted by him, and how sexy he looked to her standing in front of her naked. He suddenly pulled her up against the length of him and smelled her hair. Sylvie was once again caught off guard.
"You smell like home." He said.
Sylvie didn't understand the saying. She brushed it off as a compliment and found herself wanting him more and more. Sylvie watched Randolf turn down the covers.
"After you, my lady," he quipped.
Sylvie couldn't help but smile and do as he wanted. She got in the bed, and seconds later, he followed suit. Once in bed, his hands roamed her soft, tender flesh. He couldn't seem to help himself. Sylvie didn't seem too bothered by it.
In fact, she was moaning and whimpering. He knew she didn't really know what was in store for them, and he wanted her first time to be as painless as possible. She was his everything now, and he wanted no harm to befall her. Ever. He kissed her lips and his fingers found her wet folds at the juncture of her sweet, milky thighs.
Randolf caressed her silky nub. Sylvie felt as if her body was fully alive. She felt her legs shaking, and beads of sweat appeared on her top lip. The sensation was sweet, but it left an unbearable ache. One she didn't know how to feed. What was happening to her? She was too distracted to come to any reasonable conclusion. Her head was lying on the pillows, and she realized then that he was on top of her.
"I have missed you." He confessed.
Sylvie was caught off guard by his honest admission. She couldn't say the same because she hadn't known him for very long. She just looked into his eyes. They were magnetic. They seemed to draw her in.
"It's alright if you didn't miss me." He told her. "I am your husband now. This is still very new for you. "
Once more, she was surprised at his understanding nature. He seemed the kindest of all the people she had met here at Canis Manor. He placed a kiss on the tip of her nose.
There was a knock on the door, and within seconds, Whitley entered the room, loudly, "Lord Randolf, you are home. I-I was to greet you and take you directly to your father."
"Don't move," Randolf told Sylvie as he rolled his eye in annoyance at the rude intrusion. He covered her nude body with a nearby fur blanket. She placed her hands on her bosom so the covers wouldn't move.
"My father can wait." He said, while looking back at Whitley, not getting off of Sylvie.
"Apologies, my Lord, but it is rather urgent." Whitley reiterated.
Randolf let out a loud sigh, rolled off Sylvie, and stood up.
He looked at Whitley, then back at Sylvie, who looked confused in the cutest way. Her hair was unkempt, and her lips were swollen from his kisses.
"I will be back shortly to finish this." He promised her with a wink...