It took Edward less than a second to make up his mind and he strode towards his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the side of her neck.
She reached for the lace of his pants and suddenly Edward felt his cheeks get warmer. It wouldn’t be his first or second time with a woman, but Selina was different. What if he did something wrong and traumatized her? He was about to tell her to slow down when he noticed a slight tremble of her hands.
“Hey.” He gently grabbed her hands. “Why are you shaking? Are you afraid?”
Selina nodded, but before he could tell her anything, his wife spoke, eyes down in shame: “I’m afraid to do something wrong or that you won’t like it.”
And just like that, Edward’s fears fled through the window. He kissed one of her hands. “You won’t.”
Feeling much more confident than before, Edward pulled his wife closer to him and kissed her, trying to transpire all the desire he had for her.
He tried his best to kick off his shoes without losing a single moment of her body pressed against his, but when he noticed it would require more than willpower to get them off, he cursed when he stopped kissing his wife and took the shoes off while she giggled. When he had kicked them off, he shut her up by kissing her again.
Edward pulled her up by the back of her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He lowered them to the mattress and carefully laid her down.
Their lips unlocked and Edward pulled back from his wife to look at her and his breath caught in his throat with the sight. Her red hair looked like a crown of fire, spread on the grey linens.
Her mouth was getting redder because of his kisses and her blush went from her cheeks down to her breasts. And her eyes, oh, her eyes held so much trust and lust, he just wanted to do his best.
He kissed her lips and trailed towards her jaw and neck with expertise. They had gone this far before, but when his lips reached for her collarbone and then on the top of her breasts, Selina gasped in surprise. After a while, she let out a startled yelp mixed with pleasure when he reached her nipple while his hand squeezed her other breast.
He did the same with the other breast after a few moments and her reactions pleased him very much, especially when she had not tried to be quiet at all.
“Th-this…” She tried to talk, but Edward’s other hand had been slowly traveling between her legs and she gasped when she felt him brush her sex. “Edward!” She became an adorable shade of red when she tried to close her legs and Edward smiled before kissing her lips.
“You trusted me those nights, right?” he asked her in a whisper and she nodded without hesitation. “Then trust me on this.”
With the slightest moment of hesitation, Selina did what she was told and Edward kissed her lips once more. At the same time, his fingers mapped the outside of her sex before gently opening the outer lips, to which she gasped in the kiss, but made no movement to stop him. Edward kissed his way down to her chest once more just when his fingers found the bundle of nerves, and his wife let out a startled moan.
Edward was gently caressing it and making her feel things she never felt before. The first finger he introduced inside her made her bite her lip and even though it felt weird, Edward’s ministrations on the spot made her feel good.
The second finger he introduced, though, made her squirm in delight. His touches were making her get somewhere, and she knew that place and wanted to go there as many times as possible.
“Edward,” she moaned his name and immediately he stopped kissing her breasts and kissed her lips instead, his fingers now in a slow pace of going in and out of her. “This feels good.” She was able to say before he curled them inside her and she let out a tiny scream.
After that, Selina couldn’t keep up with what happened, not with Edward touching her so intimately and making her want to… she didn’t even know what she wanted him to do, as long as she got there. “Please. I need… Please.” Edward moved his fingers faster and a few moments later, she heard him mutter something, but for the life of her, she couldn’t understand because her body was suddenly on fire and she felt pleasure like never before as she released.
At the back of her mind, she could still feel Edward’s fingers inside her and hear his muttered words, but she felt boneless in the most delectable way. Lips pressed on hers and she lazily kissed back, her mind still foggy but she knew exactly what she wanted.
“I want everything.” Selina saw him stare at her eyes, as if searching something. He most likely found it for the next thing she knew, Edward was on top of her, kissing her lips once again.
Selina noticed his hand between them as he unlaced his pants and pull it down enough to free himself, and when his member touched her center, Selina suddenly got worried, but pushed it away. She didn’t even want to see it. Better to not know the exact size of what was about to enter her.
“I’m sorry. This can be uncomfortable,” Edward muttered and she nodded.
“Don’t worry.” She smiled sweetly. “I want this.”
Edward nodded and kissed her again.
“I love you, Selina.”
“I love you, Edward.” She smiled and he put a hand on her sex once more before his fingers were traded by his shaft and Selina’s breathing got faster as he gently nudged forward. It hurt a little bit, but by the way her friends had told her, she thought by the time it happened, she would be begging for death.
Instead, it burned a little as her insides stretched to accommodate him and it felt weirder than anything else she had ever experienced. When he finally stopped moving forward, Selina was biting her lower lip and a couple of tears fell from her eyes. She was not in pain however. When Edward saw them, he stilled and kissed her lips lightly.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered and she shook her head.
“I am fine,” she told him and repeated the gesture, kissing him. “It just feels weird, but I’m not hurt.”
“Are you sure?” Edward asked and Selina could see his brows furrowed as he mostly tried to contain himself from moving.
“Yes.” Selina grinned and raised her hips, making both of them gasp. “You can move.”
Edward nodded and slowly moved his hips. Instead of only feeling the burning, Selina started to feel slightly better and she held on to her husband’s back. Her fingernails digging into his skin and whenever he brushed somewhere nice inside her, she moaned.
“You are so wet.” Edward whispered in her ear and she didn’t know why, but it made her feel hot all over to hear him breathless while moving inside her. “So tight. I can’t believe it.” Selina just whimpered and when he started to pick up his pace, Selina’s breath quicken and she searched his lips, crashing them together in a messy kiss. With his final thrust inside her, they both released with a groan and he went still. Selina could feel something warm inside her. As they both recovered from their climax Selina began to kiss her husband and caress his back.
His weight didn’t bother her, yet the moment he seemed to move, he exited her and fell beside her on the furs, both breathing hard. Edward looked at her and she looked at him and both fell into laughter.
“Why did we wait again?” Edward asked when he saw Selina cuddle next to him.
“Because before, I wasn’t Mrs. McAlister, and now, I am.”
“It took us a while, but we got here.”
“And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
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Chapter 1
The Campbell’s Cottage, Havenswood, the Outskirts of London, Early December 1836
Miss Ophelia Campbell
“Do you think father will come back early, mother?” Ophelia asked, pausing her needlework.
“I suppose he should,” replied her mother. “Either way, I’d rather we not expect him so soon.” It was just the two of them in the parlor, busy knitting. Ophelia hated knitting, but this was a task her mother said every lady was supposed to know.
Ophelia sighed. “It will be a shame if he is to miss the Christmas fair,” she sulked as she continued her needlework. She wanted to be done with her embroidery before Emily, her best friend, came for it.
She had been working hard on it and wanted to impress Emily. Her mother had said on several occasions how talented Emily was at just about everything and how much Ophelia could learn a thing or two from her, much to Ophelia’s annoyance. It was no wonder that Emily got engaged in a timely manner.
“It would not be the first time and neither will it be the last,” replied her mother. “Surely, you have grown used to not having your father around during a time like this?”
Ophelia sighed, knowing how right her mother was. Having a merchant as a father was one challenge Ophelia had always battled with, especially since she and her father were so close when she was younger.
And even though she had grown accustomed to him not being around during festive times, she could not stop herself from hoping that he would be around more.
“Has he always been this way, even during your courtship?” Ophelia asked with a slight smile. She loved hearing about the story of when her parents were still courting. She believed she would never get tired of it. To her, it was quite interesting.
Her mother threw her a frowny look. “There you go again, asking about your father and I. Do not you think it is high time you created your own love story?”
Ophelia expected that. “I certainly know, mother. But, I would not mind hearing about you two over and over. I’ve learned a lot from it.”
“What is there to learn from?” retorted her mother. “Your father was a merchant right before I met him, and even during courtship, I hardly saw him. That was why marrying him was easy. I knew he was not going to be around all the time, and I was alright with it. I knew what to expect.”
Ophelia looked surprised by this new information but then smiled. “I hope father knows how lucky he is to have you?”
“Oh, trust me, he does,” replied her mother and they both chuckled.
“At the same time, mother. I do not think I would want my husband to be far away from me all the time,” Ophelia stated, not looking up at her mother.
“Are you certain of that?”
“Yes, mother,” she replied, now looking up. “My father is hardly at home. Having a husband who follows the same pattern will be an everlasting torture. I’d rather stay single.”
Her mother smiled. “Well, that is a good decision. You need to know what you want before going for it,” replied the mother. “At the same time, once you marry him, I do not think anything else matters. You just have to get along with whatever he does.”
Ophelia smiled and looked up. “Did you love father before marrying him?” she asked again. She had never asked her mother this question.
“Love was not really necessary during that time. He was always away tending to business and I took care of the home as expected by society. We balanced each other out. That is all that matters”
“I do not wish to go into a loveless marriage,” Ophelia replied with a solemn tone. “It will make a lot of things easier when you love each other.”
Her mother frowned. “You amaze me, child. Most girls of today only care about wealth and status. You seem not to care about these things.”
Ophelia shrugged with a sigh. “No, mother. I believe girls who seek wealth are just greedy and they do not know what’s best for themselves. And as for those who seek status, the same thing applies to them. I believe in love.”
Her mother gave her an amusing smile and shook her head. “You are so wrong, my dear. Love is not a necessity for a lasting marriage. I never loved your father before I married him. But as time went on, I grew to love your father.”
Ophelia shook her head. “I have heard that love is a beautiful thing and it makes a lot of things easier.”
“That is naïve thinking. Society does not have time for that, Ophelia. You have to do the right thing at the right time!”
“Well, society is wrong,” said Ophelia. “I shall not marry someone I do not love.”
Her mother shook her head. “What about Emily?”
“Emily,” Ophelia said, thinking for a while. Emily was engaged to be married in the next four months. “Well, it’s difficult to say,” she replied. Emily and her fiancé had an arranged marriage and it was the last thing that Ophelia would succumb to.
Her mother inhaled. “Love or no love, Ophelia. You are twenty. You need to find yourself a suitor.”
Ophelia knew where this was heading and immediately regretted starting the whole conversation.
“I shall, mother!” she replied while trying hard not to groan.
“Surely you shall not find a man by staying indoors all day. Thankfully, this fair shall provide you a chance to meet good looking gentlemen, and you better put that whole idea of love at the back of your mind.”
Ophelia grimaced. “I shall marry, mother. But on my own volition, and I insist that I shall not enter a loveless marriage.”
“You are running out of time and if you delay too much, your father and I might have no other choice than to find one for you.”
She looked up sharply, stopping her needle work. “I understand, mother and I thank you for your patience,” she replied. That was the only way to keep her mother from talking about it any further.
“Have you heard from Peter lately?” her mother asked shortly after.
Ophelia shook her head and continued knitting. Peter was the son of one of her father’s close associates and she detested him. She believed he had too much pride and thought highly of himself. He had recently proposed to her, but she had no interest in accepting. Ophelia did not give her answer but rather asked for some time to think about it. She could have turned his proposal down but decide to keep him waiting. To her, he was just her last resort if she could not find love.
“You should give him an answer soon, Ophelia. I do not quite understand what you propose to do with keeping him waiting for so long.”
Ophelia gasped. “He had only proposed to me last week, mother. I do not think that is too long. If he indeed loves me as he claims to, waiting for me to decide should not be such a difficult task for him. Should it?”
As they were talking, Martins, the butler came in. He was a man in his early fifties yet still looked spry for his age.
“My lady,” he said, bowing slightly to Ophelia. “Miss Allen is here.”
“Oh! Emily is here!” said Ophelia eagerly. “Do let her in,” she said, heaving a sigh of relief. She was tired of the conversation with her mother and was grateful for the distraction.
Martins bowed and left only to return with Emily a few seconds later. Both Emily and Ophelia were of the same age and had been friends since childhood.
“Mrs. Campbell,” said Emily, walking over to Ophelia’s mother and bending to kiss her on both cheeks. “How do you do?”
“Very well, my darling. How are your parents?” asked Ophelia’s mother.
“They are very well, thank you,” replied Emily before sitting beside her friend.
“I shall excuse myself ladies,” said Mrs. Campbell as she took her leave from the parlor.
“Is everything alright?” Emily asked, looking at Ophelia with a concerned look.
She sighed. “Mother was just reminding me that I needed to marry,” Ophelia replied.
“Well, that is the bitter truth,” Emily joked. “You do need
to marry, friend.”
“I know,” Ophelia said. “Truly I do, and I would appreciate if I were not constantly being reminded of that.”
“Well, someone needs to remind you.”
Ophelia sent her friend a scowl and Emily laughed. She was only trying to frustrate her.
“Do you hear from Francis often?” asked Ophelia.
“Yes, he wrote to me yesterday. He might not be able to make it to the Christmas fair.”
“Oh! That will be a shame,” replied Ophelia. “But, I am happy to be spending the day with you.”
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