Chapter 20 - MATURE CONTENT 18+ BONUS SCENE

That night Caroline's room was moved to the main wing of the manor since she was now a part of the Van Allen family. The room was more spacious than the one she had stayed in prior and was directly across from her newly married husband. He was to see her that night, to consummate their marriage but he left her in wait for hours to work on God knows what in his study. Three hours in, and Caroline was no longer able to keep her eyes open, she fell asleep before her husband had arrived.

Caroline knew that the Count came sometime later, and had awoken her, but after that, it's mostly all a blur. All she could really recall after that was a searing pain in her neck.

The events of this night are not yet revealed, or told in detail, for quite some time going forward. But, for those of you who unlocked this exclusive chapter, the following is what happened that night, from Caroline's perspective. Please note that this is my first time writing ėrȯtɨċa, hopefully going forward I'll get better, there will be a few more bonus scenes in the future. I'd be thankful for honest feedback and thoughts on this!

MATURE CONTENT WARNING 18+

Milly dressed me in a white lacy nightgown, before leaving me in wait for Cecile, My Lord, and now husband. I lay there waiting, for what feels like hours. Bored, alone, and overworked, I quickly find my eyes grow heavy, and fall, before I lose consciousness.

"Caroline?" The Count's gruff voice brings me back too. "Are you awake?"

I sit up, still half asleep. He calls me once more. "Caroline?"

"Ah yes My Lord. I am awake." I say, finally responding.

My eyes now fully open, I get a good look at the Count. He appears more laid back than his usual stressful exterior. I hadn't paid close attention to his physical appearance before, since we rarely interacted during my stay, but he's actually quite an attractive man. He had a lean yet built figure, sharp facial features, and alluring eyes.

He undid his tie, and unbuttoned the first few buŧŧons on his white shot, before leaving out a sigh, as he combs his hair back with his fingers. "Do not call me that when we are alone," Cecile says, raising his voice slightly. "Call me Cecile."

"Yes my apologies, Cecile-"

"Yes, we're understood-"

"Good."

I let out a squeak as I'm pushed down, and pinned to the bed. Cecile rests his right leg between mine, as his face approaches mine. My breath hitches, his lips only centimeters from mine. Nervous for what's about to come, I shut my eyes. Not even a second later, his lips crash into mine. The kiss is far from gentle, it's hard, ruff, hungry even, like the sea crashing inland. He attempts to enter my mouth, but I don't give in. He bites my lip, hard, causing my skin to tear, and blood to escape. Taken aback, I open my mouth letting him in.

Cecile pulls away, breaking the kiss, and leaving breathless. He releases my arms and moves from over top of me. He kicks off his loafers, and unbuttons his top, revealing his slim, sculpted figure.

Blush spreads across my cheeks, as he climbs over me once more. He kisses me, and his tongue quickly finds its way into my mouth, and this time I don't dare defy him. Under his touch, I feel utterly helpless. He completely dominates me in every way. His hand slides up my thɨġh, and grabs hold of my undėrġȧrmėnts. They’re pulled off, and thrown across the room. With a pop, his pants are unfastened.

The next few moments are quite painful as he enters me, due to his girth, and not to mention the length of it all. The pain quickly turns into pŀėȧsurė, as our marriage is consummated. His lips move from my lips to my neck, allowing a low mȯȧn to escape my mouth. He leaves a trail of kisses down the right side of my neck, before suċkɨnġ, causing a bruise to form.

The pŀėȧsurė builds and builds until I feel a sudden urge of both gratifaction and pain as built-up pŀėȧsurė from both of us comes out all at once.. In that moment of sheer pŀėȧsurė, he digs his teeth into the side of my neck, and drinks.