Page 60 of Knight of Darkness
Ceridwen’s hand wound around his neck and gently pulled. He leaned down so she could whisper in his ear.
“Mayhap we could retire to our chamber? Surely no one would miss us at this hour of the night,” she asked and Wymar’s heart swelled with desire to finally have his lady once again.
“I am yours to command, my dear.” His husky tone revealed his true feelings, leaving no doubt of where he would rather be. ’Twas certainly not standing in his hall with his guests around him.
“Then let us leave the public celebration of our wedding to others so we may enjoy our wedding in the privacy of our bedchamber. We have waited long enough.” Her eyes held a promise of what was to come and he would deny her no longer… nor himself.
He turned to the two men who were closest to him. “If you gentlemen would excuse us, I believe ’tis time Ceridwen and I take our leave.”
Reynard laughed. “Time to leave was most likely two hours ago, Wymar. What took you so long?”
Wymar did not bother with an answer. He tucked Ceridwen’s arm into the crook of his elbow as they began saying goodnight to those guests who would continue to drink and eat their fill far into the morning hours. He had no objection to them celebrating as long as they pleased, just so long as he was permitted to spend that time having his bride to himself.
Up the winding turret stairs and down the passageway they went until they reached Wymar’s bedchamber. He opened the wooden portal and let Ceridwen proceed him into the room. A startled gasp escaped her when she saw that her things had been moved to his bedchamber. He shut the door and put the bolt in place.
“Our servants have been busy whilst we have been downstairs,” Ceridwen said smiling.
“I hope the changes make you happy,” Wymar replied. He went to a table near the hearth and poured two chalices of wine. Bread and cheese sat on a platter but he was not in the mood for food. He handed a cup to his wife, raised his own in a silent toast and they took a sip.
“All my possessions have been moved here,” she stated the obvious as she continued to gaze around the chamber.
“I would not have you sleep anywhere else but next to me. I can have them brought back if you would rather—”
“—you will do no such thing, Wymar. This is where I belong,” she stated before setting her cup down. She took his and set the chalice next to her own. “We have waited so long to be together once more…” Her words trailed off in a promise of what was to come.
“Aye, far too long, my love,” Wymar whispered.
Her body molded itself to his own and Wymar bent forward to capture her lips with his in a searing kiss. He could taste the sweetest of the wine she had drunk and he deepened their kiss until he heard a moan escape her. ’Twas all the encouragement he needed.
She undid his belt at his waist and the dress dagger he had attached to the leather hit the floor with a metal clank. He reached up to take the circlet from her hair, tossing it on the table that held their repast. From that point, their hands rushed as they hastened to remove their garments concealing their bodies.
Naked, he picked up his lady carrying her to their bed. “You are beautiful, wife,” Wymar whispered as his hands began exploring the woman beneath him.
“My handsome husband… if you do not make love to me this very instant, I shall never forgive you,” she teased.
“So demanding…” he replied with a wicked grin before leaving a trail of kisses down her body until he reached the very essence of her.
“Wymar…” his name whispered from her lips was like the sweetest sonnet.
“My dearest wife, I plan on showing you my complete devotion far into the night,” he replied before he began to prove to her the depth and intensity of his love.
Her moans only encouraged him to further taste the sweetness that was all Ceridwen. ’Twas almost as though a lifetime had passed since they had made love together and he was determined to prove to her in every way possible that they would never be parted again. But when he felt her take a fistful of his hair giving it a yank, he looked up from between her thighs and saw she was going to make more demands of him.
“Take me now, Wymar, I beg of you,” she ordered. With that, he could no longer deny her nor his own desire to finally be inside his wife.
He moved quickly, and knowing she was more than ready for him, he plunged his manhood into her womanhood. Her gasp was one of pure pleasure and together they began the rhythm known to lovers throughout the centuries. Slowly at first to enjoy every sensation that coursed together through their bodies. But soon, there was no longer any sense of needing to wait before they reached the heights of the heavens. And when they finally found their release together, they each cried out one another’s name.
They had gone and seen the stars together. The first time making love as husband and wife was a resounding success. Their hearts began to once more settle into a normal rhythm and Wymar rolled over onto his back bringing Ceridwen into his side. Her hand played with the hair on his chest, and he brought her fingertips up to his lips.
She leaned her head back to peer at him with a contented smile. “That was… perfect,” she whispered before pushing up to place a kiss upon his lips.
“Youare perfect, Ceridwen, in every way,” he responded before brushing a lock of her hair back from her face. She placed her head once more upon his chest with a satisfied sigh.
“Mayhap once we recover, we can make love again,” she suggested with a contented sigh.
He chuckled. “Are you asking or making more demands of me, dearest wife?” he teased holding her close.
He felt her shrug. “Take my words however you wish, my love,” she replied. “I am too happy at this very moment to make further demands of you, however.”
