Chapter 78 - Love

Delaney opened the door to Vincent's bedroom, a room she'd been in countless times, but now it felt suddenly daunting. She wanted this. She knew she did. But now the time had come for it to actually happen and she felt timid.

She found her husband sitting on the side of his bed in a pair of loose breeches and a tunic that was open at the neck.  When he looked up and saw her, a nervous smile filled his face.  He stood with a slight wince before making his way to her.

He kissed her on her forehead before closing the bedroom door behind her.  Delaney looked around and saw there were many more candles than he normally kept in his room.  It made the place seem warmer and safer somehow.

Taking her hand in his, he started to walk forward towards the bed but Delaney stopped.

"Wait," she said quietly as her heart raced and her stomach twisted in knots, "I'm... I'm so nervous."

Vincent turned and looked at her fondly, "Don't be nervous Love.  I promise we can go as slow as you want.  I won't hurt you."

Looking up at him, Delaney swallowed and forced a small smile before nodding.  He led her to stand beside their bed, kissing her forehead before stepping back.

His eyes on hers as he pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor, leaving him bare-chested before her.  Delaney looked at the smooth, hard, muscles that covered him and bit her lip.  When she met his eyes again they were sparkling with amusement, making her blush.

She watched as Vincent's hands moved to his waist where he untied his breeches.  Her eyes snapped up before he was finished, feeling it would be uncomfortable to watch him.

Looking off to the side as he slid off his final article of clothing, she felt her cheeks warm.  She couldn't look.

Vincent stepped forward then and caught her chin in his hand, turning her face back to him but tilted upwards so she wouldn't have to see anything she didn't want to.  He kissed her slowly and gently then.

Delaney put her arms around his neck as he continued to kiss her until she felt the warmth of his fingertips against her ribcage.  She jumped and moved to pull away but he whispered to her that everything was alright and to just kiss him.

Trying to swallow down her anxiety, she went back to kissing her husband as he'd said.  When she next felt the heat of his fingers they were on her chest below her throat.  She tried not to panic as she felt him move to untie the collar of her nightgown.

Once the tie was undone, Vincent didn't break their kissing but lightly pulled off first one shoulder and then the other.

The gown fell away then, pooling around her feet.  Vincent met her worried eyes with a smile.

"I'm  going to step back now alright?"

"Wait!" she gasped, holding his arms. "What if--- What if you don't like something you see?"

He chuckled, "My Love my body is ruined and hideous.  If either of us is going to be left wanting it will be you."

Delaney frowned, "Your body isn't ruined or hideous."

"You may change your mind on that."

"I will not."

Vincent stepped back then and Delaney's hands flew to try to cover herself.  As she moved to do so, her eyes dropped to the floor in embarrassment, but not without first moving over his whole body in front of her.  Startled, she looked back up, taking in the image again.

Vincent didn't move to cover himself or try to hide anything.  She looked over his long legs to his puncture on his thigh that caused him all the trouble with his leg and the webs of scars trailing off of it.  Her eyes followed one scar up towards his hips but her eyes were stopped.

Cheeks aflame in embarrassment, she looked at manhood, taking in the sight of everything that made him male.  After only a moment, her eyes went to his hips and then his chest but stopped there.  Focusing on a spot on his shoulder.  She couldn't meet his eye.

They stood in silence for a moment before Vincent stepped back to her and reached out to gently take her hands in his.  She bit her lip and closed her eyes as he took a step backward, keeping her hands in his.

With a pounding heart, she opened her eyes, blinking rapidly, before slowly turning her head to look at her husband.

Vincent stood, his gaze slowly moving over her, taking in every tiny detail of her body.  When he got to her breasts, his eyes lingered for a moment, making her blush again.  At last, he looked up and met her eyes with a look of awe.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, "I-I can't believe you're all mine."

Delaney felt her heart warm at his words and a smile filled her face.

"Your body is fantastic," she giggled, "I can't believe you're all mine either."

He reddened and looked down again, eyes catching and remaining on her chest.

"I don't know that I deserve you," he whispered in awe.

"Well, let me assure you that you do," Delaney giggled before biting the corner of her lip, "Do I look alright... naked?"

Vincent's eyes snapped up to hers again then and he grinned, "You look perfect naked, Love."

Delaney smiled and Vincent stepped to her again, pulling her to him and kissing her, slowly at first.  Even with the dizzying effect of his kisses, she felt the heat of his body, against her bare skin.  She felt him grow more aroused as their kiss became more passionate.

He walked Delaney backward until the back of her legs hit the edge of the mattress and he eased her onto it, him above her, one of her legs on the outside of each of his.

"I love you," he whispered, his breath coming quickly as he kissed her cheek, taking one of her hands in his and holding it against the bed above her head.

"I-I love you," she whispered back and closed her eyes tightly, fearing what would happen next.

Vincent moved his mouth over hers, attempting to distract her with kissing as his body joined with hers.  Delaney gasped and tried to jerk away from him, shoving against his chest with her free hand, but he kept her in place.

"Stop!" she gasped, fighting to pull her hips from beneath his, "It hurts Vincent!"

"Shh my Love.  I'm so sorry," he whispered back but didn't move from her, "It hurts in the beginning but I promise it won't hurt for long."

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as she fought against her husbands body, but Vincent moved and kissed her on the cheek again.  Then along her jaw before dropping down to her throat.

As the pain started to ease away, Delaney began to relax, realizing it had not been terribly painful as much as startling.  She had learned it would hurt but she had never imagined it would be like that.

With his wife calm again and enjoying his kisses, Vincent moved his body slowly, testing how she would react.  She winced at first but as he continued to move, her eyes closed and her body relaxed beneath his, becoming welcoming.  Giving quiet little gasps when he moved as far in as he could.

Vincent made love to Delaney as she clung to him, at first scared.  But then he saw her body as she realized the feeling was good and she hooked a leg around him.  They moved together, slowly, as Vincent watched her until she gasped and cried out before going slack in his arms.

He moved quicker until he too had finished and collapsed, panting, on top of her.  With his arms and knees making sure he didn't crush her, he worked to catch his breath and ease himself from her.  Dropping onto the bed next to her at last, Delaney rolled to her side and wrapped her body over his.

They both were quiet as he held her in his arms and their breathing slowed.  The heat of Vincent's skin felt soothing beneath her cheek.  Delaney let her fingertips lightly brush over his chest, tracing his scars.  She felt almost drunk with happiness.

"I love you," she said quietly to her husband, finally having consumated their marriage.

"I love you," he replied with a chuckle, catching her hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss it.

Delaney moved to prop herself up and look down at his handsome face, her heart swelling with love for him.  He smiled sleepily before she leaned down to kiss him, one hand going to his cheek.

"Are you tired?" she asked softly before kissing him again, teeth grazing over his lip and lightly tugging on it.

"No," he murmured against her lips before a groan esaped him from her body being pressed to his.

"Good," she giggled, meeting his eyes with her own sparkling ones, "I want to do it again."