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cleared his throat. “Yes, the sooner the better. We'll be wed this afternoon.”
He was almost to the door. “George?”
He hesitated and turned. “Yes, Bella?”
Her cheeks put roses to shame. “Please send someone else to get the vicar.” Belladonna felt safe with George, but with his father and brother likely still lingering in the house she didn't want to be apart from him.
A slow smile crept across his face. “As you wish, Bella.”
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The ceremony was nothing more than the vicar and four of the servants signing the paper. There were no parties, no bans, and no questions. Belladonna almost enjoyed it more than she would have if they had gone thru the normal phases of betrothal.
As the sun set they made their ways up to their connected rooms. Belladonna had a quick bath and slipped on the night clothes that had been laid out for her. She then slipped a robe on top of those to cover herself.
Her stomach was filled with butterflies as she knocked on the door that connected their rooms. George opened it slowly. “I did not expect you this soon, Bella. Do your rooms please you?”
She looked around the room decorated with elaborate furniture made out of mahogany. “I've had five step mothers. I know where I am suppose to be on the wedding night.”
George frowned. “You do not sound happy, Bella.”
“Is there a way to do this without creating a child?” She said a bit higher than she intended. She really did not want children. From the moment she signed the marriage certificate her mind was beginning to wonder how they would manage to avoid the ill fate of parenthood.
George rubbed her shoulders with his hands and looked in her eyes. “I will do everything in my power to ensure there is not a child.”
She nodded, but his hands had not left her shoulders. He slipped his hands under the neckline of the robe and started pushing it down her shoulders. Instinctively she gripped he front to hold it up. “It is alright.” He whispered.
Her cheeks burned and she could not meet his eyes as she she said, “The night rail is very thin.”
George laughed. “Our head housekeeper here is French. Tell me, Bella...” He barely touched her as he ran his fingers along the sagging neckline of the robe. “How thin is it?” George ran his finger along her breasts and circled the small bumps he could feel thru the layers of clothing. “Can I see the colors of these?”
“George...” Bella started to scold. Her protest was buried in a passionate kiss that made her toes curl. While his mouth covered hers he pushed the robe from her shoulders and it fell to the ground. His hand gently cupped her breasts. He lightly squeezed and released at regular intervals as his thumb circles the buds of breasts.
When he broke their kiss he laid butterfly kisses down her throat. Finally he got to her cloth covered breasts. He wanted the taste of her skin, but George didn't have the patience to wait. He took one of her buds between his teeth thru the cloth and pulled on it once. A soft moan escaped her throat. With a smile he let go.
“George...do not....” Belladonna started.
“Raise your arms.” He said in a low voice. She did as he asked and he pulled the dressing gown over her head. Embarrassment set in and she start to cover herself. “Do not do that.” He ordered.
She couldn't meet his eyes. “George, I...I know I am not beautiful. Perhaps we could put out the candles.”
He met her eyes for only a moment before he bent down and took one of her breasts in his mouth. He circled it's nub with his tongue and sucked hard. Her other breast lay in his hand where he massaged it.
Belladonna could not take the sensation. He had to lay her hands on his shoulders to keep from collapsing. Just when she thought there was no way
He was almost to the door. “George?”
He hesitated and turned. “Yes, Bella?”
Her cheeks put roses to shame. “Please send someone else to get the vicar.” Belladonna felt safe with George, but with his father and brother likely still lingering in the house she didn't want to be apart from him.
A slow smile crept across his face. “As you wish, Bella.”
###
The ceremony was nothing more than the vicar and four of the servants signing the paper. There were no parties, no bans, and no questions. Belladonna almost enjoyed it more than she would have if they had gone thru the normal phases of betrothal.
As the sun set they made their ways up to their connected rooms. Belladonna had a quick bath and slipped on the night clothes that had been laid out for her. She then slipped a robe on top of those to cover herself.
Her stomach was filled with butterflies as she knocked on the door that connected their rooms. George opened it slowly. “I did not expect you this soon, Bella. Do your rooms please you?”
She looked around the room decorated with elaborate furniture made out of mahogany. “I've had five step mothers. I know where I am suppose to be on the wedding night.”
George frowned. “You do not sound happy, Bella.”
“Is there a way to do this without creating a child?” She said a bit higher than she intended. She really did not want children. From the moment she signed the marriage certificate her mind was beginning to wonder how they would manage to avoid the ill fate of parenthood.
George rubbed her shoulders with his hands and looked in her eyes. “I will do everything in my power to ensure there is not a child.”
She nodded, but his hands had not left her shoulders. He slipped his hands under the neckline of the robe and started pushing it down her shoulders. Instinctively she gripped he front to hold it up. “It is alright.” He whispered.
Her cheeks burned and she could not meet his eyes as she she said, “The night rail is very thin.”
George laughed. “Our head housekeeper here is French. Tell me, Bella...” He barely touched her as he ran his fingers along the sagging neckline of the robe. “How thin is it?” George ran his finger along her breasts and circled the small bumps he could feel thru the layers of clothing. “Can I see the colors of these?”
“George...” Bella started to scold. Her protest was buried in a passionate kiss that made her toes curl. While his mouth covered hers he pushed the robe from her shoulders and it fell to the ground. His hand gently cupped her breasts. He lightly squeezed and released at regular intervals as his thumb circles the buds of breasts.
When he broke their kiss he laid butterfly kisses down her throat. Finally he got to her cloth covered breasts. He wanted the taste of her skin, but George didn't have the patience to wait. He took one of her buds between his teeth thru the cloth and pulled on it once. A soft moan escaped her throat. With a smile he let go.
“George...do not....” Belladonna started.
“Raise your arms.” He said in a low voice. She did as he asked and he pulled the dressing gown over her head. Embarrassment set in and she start to cover herself. “Do not do that.” He ordered.
She couldn't meet his eyes. “George, I...I know I am not beautiful. Perhaps we could put out the candles.”
He met her eyes for only a moment before he bent down and took one of her breasts in his mouth. He circled it's nub with his tongue and sucked hard. Her other breast lay in his hand where he massaged it.
Belladonna could not take the sensation. He had to lay her hands on his shoulders to keep from collapsing. Just when she thought there was no way
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