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“Take a deep breath,” he said. “Relax your
muscles.”

Clelia tried, but the air she took into her
lungs became a loud gasp as he plunged forward with a hard thrust,
burying himself in her to the hilt. This time her legs clenched
involuntarily, trapping his body in their vice. She pushed against
his chest, trying to wiggle away from him, to escape the burning
intrusion she felt between her legs, but he kept her still,
whispering sweet words in her ear.

He started moving again, slow at first, and
Clelia fought him, but when he picked up his pace, she became aware
of a deeper pleasure growing inside of her, rising over the pain.
When she relaxed, becoming weak underneath him, he moved faster,
but gently, pinning her down with his weight while her heart became
as light as a feather.

Josselin looked down to where their bodies
were joined. He closed his eyes briefly and then focused on her
again, his features becoming a mass of torture and pleasure as he
gritted his teeth, slowing his lovemaking. He fell forward to kiss
her again, his tongue moving in sync with his hips, stopping to
suck her lower lip into his mouth only to release it once more and
to mold her mouth to his. His hand moved to the sensitive, swollen
nub, applying pressure that had another orgasm building.

Clelia was sure she couldn’t take more. Her
body had turned into jelly. She shook her head into their kiss, but
Josselin was relentless, driving into her with faster strokes,
lowering his head to fasten his teeth lightly on her nipple. She
felt it coming, exploding. He bit down gently. The light nip sent
her over the edge. She could hear her scream fill the room as she
saw Josselin arching his back, groaning, while his semen shot
inside her. Tears ran from her eyes. She wasn’t sure where they
came from. She felt vulnerable and emotional, but most of all
loved.

“I’m sorry,” Josselin whispered. He blew soft
kisses over her wet cheeks. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

She smiled. “I’m fine.”

He rolled onto his side and drew her with
him, their bodies still connected, his cock still hard inside of
her. He rubbed his hands over her back and her arms and kissed her
head.

“Rest, little witch,” he whispered. “I’m here
to protect you.”

* * * *

Clelia fell asleep in his arms. She woke
sometime in the middle of the night, feeling stiff, sore, and
sticky. She wondered where the bathroom was. Her effort to sit up
without waking Josselin was futile. As soon as she moved, he shot
up.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes. I just need the bathroom.”

“Hold on.” He got up and bent to pick up a
candle.

Clelia admired his body, sculptured like a
timeless statue as he crossed the floor and opened an adjoining
door on the far side of the big hall.

A second later, she heard water running. She
was just about to swing her legs from the bed, when he
returned.

He frowned at her. “Stay where you are.” He
moved quickly, smoothly, like a predator, his cock hard and proud,
and picked her up.

“I can walk,” she protested, but he only
clicked his tongue.

Clelia was surprised to see a big corner tub
in the bathroom.

Following her gaze, he said, “I had it
renovated when I knew we’d need a place to stay. I’m sorry I didn’t
have time to decorate or furnish it properly. I just had enough
time to at least get the water connected.”

“You had a hot tub installed in two
days?”

“I have connections.”

He lowered her onto a bench covered with a
towel, and kneeled between her legs. When he spread her, she
started to resist, but he gently tugged at her legs, giving her a
stern look. Clelia felt herself blush bright red when he opened her
vagina with his thumbs to peer inside. He planted a soft kiss on
her curls and straightened.

“You haven’t torn. You’ll be back to normal
in no time.”

He picked her up, carried her to the bath,
which was midway full, and lowered her into the warm water. Clelia
flinched when she felt the sting of the water on her private
parts.

He got in next to her and kissed her hand.
“Sore?”

She shook her head. “Happy.”

“So am I, Mrs. Clelia de Arradon. So am I.
Now, not just I, but all the world will know that you’re mine. And
nobody messes with what belongs to me.”

Despite her physical bliss, Clelia felt her
soul tremble.

Chapter
Twenty

They woke up with the first light. Josselin’s
naked body was draped over hers, anchoring her to the bed. Not that
Clelia had any desire to leave his side. Happiness had never felt
sweeter. Lying in the arms of the man she loved, knowing he was now
her husband, and having her love returned as intensely as only
Josselin was capable of, was all she could ever ask for. Except for
knowing that Erwan was safe. Except for going home, and being
reunited with her animals.

He stirred, and she felt his cock grow hard
against her hip. Parts of her warmed as she recalled the night.
Clelia turned on her side. The movement woke Josselin. He didn’t
change his position, but opened his silver eyes to stare at her.
Immediately she recognized the desire and heat that always made
them appear a shade darker.

She moved closer into the circle of his
embrace. When her breasts brushed against his chest, his cock
twitched and grew even harder against her tummy.

She smiled. “Having ... needs?”

“For you? Always.” He kissed her softly. “But
not so soon. We have to wait a while.”

She felt slightly disappointed. Her body was
already preparing itself for him. She could feel the wetness
between her legs.

“Josselin, you’re so protective.” She laughed
softly. “I’m not fragile.”

“But you are, little witch.” He tapped her
lightly on the tip of her nose.

He remained perfectly serious, her smiles
having no effect on him. Another part of his body wasn’t so
unaffected. Clelia moved her hand down his body and curled her
fingers around the thick shaft, but Josselin’s hand closed over
hers.

“Already testing your seductive power?”

He wasn’t so cool now. His jaw bunched in the
way it did when he was reigning himself in.

“You are an incredible witch,” he said. “Just
one touch and I’m about to lose control.”

“So lose it,” she said daringly.

His eyes darkened more. “Don’t play that game
with me, wife. I can please you and make you come, if that is what
you want, but I won’t penetrate you so soon again.”

She relaxed her fingers in disappointed
defeat.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” she said.

“And we have our whole life in front of us. I
plan to thoroughly pleasure you.”

She shuddered in anticipation and glanced at
his arousal. “Maybe it’s you who need the pleasing. Would you like
me to...?” Clelia could feel herself flushing. “You know?”

He grinned playing the devil she was sure.
“Do what?” He pulled her even closer and ground his erection
against her tummy. “I’m not sure I understand.”

“Stop teasing,” she chided. “You know what I
mean.”

“Say it.”

“All right.” She swallowed. “Would you like
me to take you in my mouth, caress you with my tongue and suck you
until you come?”

Josselin stiffened even further. His whole
body was an arched bow. His expression moved from serious to
hungry.

“That’s not an intelligent way to tease,” he
said levelly, but his voice was hoarse.

“I’m not teasing. I’m serious.”

“I’ll take you up on that promise. After
breakfast.”

Food was the last thing on her mind. “I’m not
hungry.”

“I was a terrible husband last night,
dragging you to bed straight after marrying you without the
courtesy of feeding you first.”

“And you really believe I would have wanted
to eat?”

“You
need
to eat.”

He grimaced, as if making an unpleasant
decision, and got to his feet. Josselin faced her in all his naked
and aroused glory. He didn’t seem in the least bit uncomfortable to
stand in front of her without as much as a fig leaf, and she envied
him his confidence.

“Would you like to eat here, or go into
town?”

She lifted herself up on one elbow. “You have
food here?”

His eyes traveled over her exposed body. He
gripped the sheet and pulled it up to cover her.

“As much as I enjoy looking at you, I’m
having trouble controlling my ... desire.” He turned abruptly and
strolled toward the bathroom. “I had the company who set up
everything else stock up with food. There are fruit, cereals, and
yogurt. I could whip up an omelet, unless you prefer to go
out.”

“I’d love to eat here. Thank you.”

“I’ll take you to the cottage after
breakfast.”

Her heart jumped. She could hardly wait.

“I’m having a quick shower. Without you.” He
said it as if he desperately regretted it. “Until your body is used
to having me inside you. All the time.”

The last part was said with much emphasis.
Clelia’s muscles in the lower region of her body contracted.

“Then, you better get used to having your
showers with me.”

He disappeared around the door and soon she
heard the sounds of Josselin’s grooming. They were sweet, tender,
and beautiful sounds. Clelia was loved. By Josselin de Arradon.

* * * *

After her shower, Clelia dressed in a tartan
wool dress and her long boots. Despite the cold, Josselin took her
out back to where he had set a garden table with breakfast.

“I hope you don’t mind.” He kissed her
knuckles. “The inside is as cold as the outside. The whole central
heating system needs to be replaced. At least here we have a better
view.”

They did have a spectacular view. The lake
beckoned on the right while the forest glistened dark green with
dew in the weak December sun. Even if the garden was non-existent
and not even the design of its former glory was visible from under
the green carpet of neglect, it made a pretty setting.

Clelia took the chair that Josselin had
pulled out for her. “Why did you never have it restored?”

He pondered the question for a while. “For
starters, I didn’t have the financial means when I left for New
York, and not for a few years thereafter. And even if I had, I
wasn’t sure that it was a wound I wanted to scratch open.”

“And now?”

“And now I have you.” His gaze was intense.
“That changes everything.”

Clelia tilted her head. His eyes were hard
and the lines of his mouth set obstinate. Her Josselin was still
hurting.

“You have to make peace with it, Josselin, so
that you can let it go.”

His jaw remained set, the color of his eyes
like ice, but then he gave her a small smile and took her hand to
pull her into his lap.

“As always, you’re right,” he said.

He pulled a knee blanket from the back of his
chair and draped it over her shoulders. He reached for a strawberry
from the platter on the table and brought it to her lips. “Open,
little witch.”

She parted her lips and he slipped the fruit
inside. As she chewed, his eyes remained fixed on her mouth, his
eyes warming once more to a cloudy gray. He surprised her by
cupping her neck and lowering his head to trace her lips with his
tongue.

“Mmm. Strawberry tastes good on you. Let’s
see how blueberry does.”

She giggled when he scooped up a handful of
berries, feeding them to her one by one. He repeated the action of
tasting the juices on her lips, but this time he went further,
sucking them into his mouth, nipping and urging her kiss with his
tongue. Clelia felt as if she was getting drunk on the passion she
felt for him. She made to get up, but Josselin held her
tighter.

“No,” he whispered in her ear. “Sit with
me.”

She shook her head lightly. When she moved
again, he didn’t argue. His arms loosened enough for her to slip
underneath them to her knees. The braveness she swore earlier she
would adopt almost faltered as her hands went to the clasp of his
pants, undoing it slowly, shyly, but with steady hands, while she
held his eyes. He seemed surprised, taken aback even, watching her
with hooded eyes as she unzipped his pants and took his cock in her
hands.

She tasted the tip first, swirling her tongue
around it and recognizing the essence of him. Josselin grabbed the
edge of his chair, his knuckles turning white as she stroked her
tongue down to the base and back up. She molded her lips around
him, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could while using
her hands to stroke him where her tongue wasn’t reaching.

Josselin groaned loudly, tilting his hips up
to her. Her hair fell over her face as she caressed him with a
steadily mounting speed and he let go of the chair to grasp it in a
ponytail at the back of her head. She watched him watching her, and
realized her feminine power when she saw the wild desire and need
that flashed in his eyes.

“Cle, stop,” he said.

She moved faster.

“Ah, God, little witch. Stop or I’m going to
come in your mouth.”

She increased her pace further, dipping her
free hand into his underwear to cup his balls. Her eyes didn’t
falter. She saw the joy he got from watching her, the pleasure
etched in the way he flexed his jaw and the restraint he tried to
exercise from how he gritted his teeth.

His breathing was hard. She knew he was
close. When she felt his hands on her shoulders, trying to move her
away, she fastened her teeth over the crest and bit down gently.
Josselin cursed. Hot liquid squirted into her mouth. She took it
all, every last drop, relishing the taste of the man she loved. He
jerked when she licked him clean and dried him with her hair,
sounds of pleasure vibrating in his deep moans. With a soft kiss on
the softening shaft, she pulled his underwear in place and zipped
his pants up.