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  "This is going to hurt. But there's nothing for it." How he managed all that through clenched teeth was beyond him.

  "Please, Gilles!" She begged.

  He took her mouth and kissed her deeply as he gave two gentle test thrusts before he pulled back completely and thrust home. He felt her tear and she screamed into his mouth. Gilles wrapped his arms around her and whispered her name over and over, his hands stroking her back as he tried to pull her pain into him.

  "I'm so sorry. So, so sorry, love." He murmured against her ear. He focused on soothing her and ignoring the throbbing, straining cock buried deep within her. Her muscles had reflexively tightened around him and the urge to start moving his hips was starting to overwhelm him.

  "Darling? How do you feel?" Gilles whispered. He felt her start to move. He eased his hold on her so she could rise slightly. He heard a hiss and realized it had come from him. Elise had rocked forward and back the tiniest bit while unclenching and clenching the muscles gripping him. Almost dead, he thought.

  Elise rose again, this time a little higher.

  "It's not bad anymore, it's starting to feel good again." Elise slid back down and Gilles breathed raggedly.

  "Good is... Good." He replied, incapable of intelligent conversation. He slid her knees back again so she could sit higher and ride him easier. He pushed her bottom back as he sat up. Gilles lifted and lowered her a few times so she could get a feel for the movement. Elise took over, slowly picking up the pace and taking more of him inside of her. Once she had the hang of it, Gilles let his hands and lips roam. He nipped at her shoulders and licked her collar bone. She grabbed his shoulders and let her head fall back. For a moment, Gilles was stunned. She was so beautiful, so primal in the moonlight that spilled through the window. Like a pagan goddess. He dipped his head and pulled a nipple into his mouth. She gasped and arched her back, pressing herself against his lips. Elise almost had his full length inside of her and began to squeeze her inner muscles in time with her rise and fall.

  Gilles' head spun. He'd been with some of the most skilled women in England and on the continent and none could match her. It occurred to him that if this is where her instincts led her, her first time, with practice, she might actually break him.

  Elise finally took him to the hilt and gasped. Gilles groaned as he felt her bottom press against his sack. She rose again and when she slid all the way down she rocked against him, moaning at the friction against the sensitive nub of skin within her folds.

  Gilles shook his head in wonder.

  "That's it, keep doing that." He groaned as he took her breast in one hand and greedily sucked the nipple. Elise didn't raise up on her knees again, instead she just rocked against him, letting the friction drive her mad.

  "Gilles! I can't take it any more. Please, help me!" She clutched wildly at his shoulders.

  He laid back against the mattress and thrust into her while holding her tight against him. He used his grip on her hips to rock her against him so the base of his cock rubbed the tight knot of flesh. Her head fell back and her body tensed just before she began to shake all over. He felt her squeeze tight around him as her moaning got loader. Gilles was about to pull her to him to cover her mouth with his when Elise gasped for breath and shattered with a silent scream and her body convulsed around him. He was immediately pulled into her release, she tightened almost painfully and milked his climax from him. Gilles arched his back and a strangled yell tore from his throat. His body spasmed as wave after wave of after shocks claimed him as his seed pumped into her. Now, he could die, he thought.

  Elise's head fell forward but she was still upright, swaying drunkenly. Gilles used what little strength he had to grab her arm and pull her down on top of him. She collapsed in a boneless heap. He flung his arms out and waited for the erratic rise and fall of his chest to subside. He felt as if he'd run to London and back.

  Some time later, Gilles managed to open his eyes. He gathered a handful of her hair and draped it across his face, inhaling as he grinned. Once again, she had surprised and overwhelmed him with her combination of boldness and innocence. He'd never taken a woman's maidenhead before but he didn't imagine that many virgins took men into their mouths and performed like courtesans before letting them. He supposed that it shouldn't have surprised him that she'd be so attuned to where there bodies had joined and capable of using her muscles and friction to heighten their pleasure. Elise depended on feeling and touch in every aspect of her life. Why would sex be different? Sex? Was that sex? If it was, then everything he'd done before had been something else entirely. He'd never felt so sated, so complete.

  Gilles let his hands wander, molding them to her curves and pressed his lips to her temple. His erection had subsided and lazily slid from her, finally allowing him to relax. Her declaration floated back to him. She'd agreed to be his wife and have his children. His heart began to gallop and warmth began to spread within his chest again. What if they already made a child? He pulled her tighter against him and she stirred. He soothed her with his hands and she relaxed again. Gilles knew that it could take months, in some cases years for a couple to create a child. He'd heard stories about women being seduced and a baby resulting from one coupling but it was rare. He realized that while he wanted to see her carrying his child, he wouldn't mind them having time together, to enjoy each other before the realities of pregnancy and babies became part of their relationship. Not that he'd go out of his way to prevent a baby...

  Elise purred and stretched against him. She crossed her arms and rested her chin on them, bringing her face level with his. Her lips kissed and clung until she giggled.

  "Can people truly do that?" She asked incredulously. "Is this truly allowed?"

  Gilles chuckled as her cradled her face.

  "I'm afraid that it isn't always like that. And it isn't always allowed. We weren't supposed to have."

  Elise chewed her lip and thought for a moment.

  "But once we're married, it will be allowed. Whenever we want?"

  Gilles felt himself hardening. He pulled her higher so he could reach her neck with his lips.

  "Mmmm... Whenever, wherever, however..." He murmured against her skin.

  She sighed and tilted her head so he could explore her more thoroughly.

  "Wherever?" Her fingers ruffled his hair and drew him against her. "But it won't always be as good?" She wondered out loud.

  Gilles fisted his hands in her hair and pulled her face back to his. He was now fully erect and throbbing. When had he ever recovered so quickly?

  "Between us, it will always be. It's never been as good, it's never been like that."

  Elise smiled, her eyes twinkling.

  "So if I had with someone else..."

  Gilles moved so swiftly, Elise shrieked. He took her mouth greedily and rolled her on to her back, pinning her beneath him.

  "No. It wouldn't have been as good. Only I can do this to you." He said as he dipped his head and flicked her nipple with his tongue. His hands slid beneath her, forming around the globes of her bottom. He tilted her up and his cock nudged at her entrance. Elise gasped and spread for him. He growled as he pushed into her, seating himself fully in one long thrust.

  "Ooooh, yessss!" She sighed as she wrapped her legs around his hips.

  Gilles bit his lip and shook his head. This was why he didn't think she was a virgin. Virgins didn't use their whole bodies when they made love. They didn't scratch and bite and angle their hips so they could take a man deeper. Her awareness of her own body and his added an element to their lovemaking unlike anything he'd ever encountered.

  Gilles drove into Elise, reveling in the sounds that escaped her throat and the various textures of her body. She was hot and so wet where Gilles entered her, her hair was like warm silk as it brushed against his arms and face, the skin of her neck and shoulders was smooth and damp, her lips were soft and plump when he took them.

  Elise's breathless, throaty whimpers became more frantic, more frequent.
Her hands moved erratically over him. Clutching at his hair one moment, pulling at his shoulders, scratching his back... She bucked against Gilles as her head tossed from side to side. He knew she was close and was desperate for him to change the angle of his thrusts or touch her most sensitive spot. She wanted to be pushed over the edge into oblivion. Gilles was relentless. He continued to drive into her, keeping a steady rhythm, thrusting deep. He felt the urgency building within him as well but he refused to give in and lose control. He kept to the rolling pace he'd set, careful to avoid breaking it, not wanting to be reduced to frenzied, feverish abandon. This time, Gilles savored every stroke into Elise's tight, lush body.

  Resting on his elbows, he looked down at her, marveled at her creamy skin, her bouncing breasts and the slim thighs that gripped his flanks. He maintained his even, deep thrusts and she sobbed his name. He closed his eyes and continued his ride. He felt her shift and her hands fall away from him. Gilles opened his eyes and saw her hands sliding up, along the flat plane of her stomach. Elise's hands rose until they reached her breasts. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips as she cupped her breasts. Gilles' eyes grew wide and his breathing stopped but his hips kept thrusting. He stared in shock as her hands squeezed her flesh and her fingers found her nipples and pinched. She bucked against him and cried out.

  He cursed as his control went up in flames. He took each of her hands in his and pinned them on either side of her face. His mouth devoured hers and his body covered her. Gilles felt Elise's breasts pressed against his chest, sure the hairs where abrading her nipples. No longer setting a rhythm, his hips thrust and rolled urgently against her. He released her hands and reached for the top of the mattress, gripped the edge and used it to pull himself deeper, thrusting harder into her. Elise continued to cling to him with her thighs, her legs wrapped around his waist. Gilles felt them begin to tremble as she squeezed him tighter from within. Her breath came in quick, shallow pants and her hair was plastered to her face. Her muscles began to tighten and she stiffened in his harms. Elise moaned his name and her body thrashed beneath him. Gilles saw stars as he felt his cock squeezed mercilessly. He stroked into her two, three more times before his release pulled him under. He shouted her name against her neck before the force of it jerked his head back and he shuddered as he spilled himself deep within her.

  Elise's legs fell as she melted into the bed beneath him. Gilles' brain told him he needed to get off of her before he crushed her but his limbs were too heavy.

  "Are you alright? Do you need me to move?" He mumbled, even his lips were exhausted.

  "Uh-uh..." She grunted and patted him weakly on the shoulder.

  "Good. I can't." His eyes shut and he savored the last traces of his climax in his limbs.

  Every now and then, Elise would hum softly and Gilles could feel her smile against his skin. Deciding he'd probably overstayed his welcome he lifted and rolled clumsily to the side and fell off of her. She protested and reached for him. Gilles grabbed her arm and pulled her on top of him. Sighing contentedly, Elise rubbed her cheek against his chest and giggled.

  "Hmm?" He stroked her hair.

  "That was..."

  He nodded.

  "I know." He flung an arm over his eyes and tried not to recall too many details. He could feel the first stirrings of arousal. This is ridiculous, he thought. Not even when he was fifteen did he recover so fast. Unfortunately, his body was slower to rebound.

  "How soon can we marry?" She mumbled drowsily.

  Gilles felt his energy rushing back and he smiled broadly. Apparently, she was satisfied with his performance and looked forward to sharing his bed.

  "Not soon enough, My Lady." He was hard and ready again.

  He pulled himself from beneath her stretched out on his side. She grumbled into the mattress. Gilles thought she'd said "Don't go." or "I know." He sent a single finger gliding along her spine from her neck to her derrière, she flushed and goosebumps spread across her skin. Her responsiveness caused his lust to flare. He rose above her, his arms bracing her shoulders and his knees next to her thighs. Gilles kissed the back of Elise's neck, between her shoulder blades, nibbled her shoulders and licked her ear. She squirmed and lifted her head just barely off the mattress.

  "You can't be serious."

  Gilles rubbed his cock against the cleft of her bottom and she gasped.

  "Quite serious, darling."

  "Can't I rest just a little first?" She grumbled as felt him sliding her knee towards her elbow.

  "I can't let you sleep here, love. You'll have to go soon."

  "Soon? Then you should let me rest so I can make it back."

  He lowered himself, resting on his forearms, wrapping his hands around hers. He slid into her in one slow thrust and Elise moaned drowsily.

  "You don't have to do a thing. Just lay there and let me love you."

  Gilles rode her gently this time, whispering in her ear as she reached the peak of a slower, longer climax. He followed shortly. His release flowed from someplace deeper, taking longer to build and felt more like an overflowing than an explosion. He'd felt like it had come from the soles of his feet instead of his balls and the base of his cock.

  Knowing the dawn was close, Gilles didn't allow himself much time to wallow in his satisfaction. He lifted himself from Elise and searched for her gown. He slipped it over her head and carried her to her bed. He used his hands to make her hair looked less like she'd spent the night as a barn broom and kissed her gently. As he pulled the covers over her he shook her shoulder.

  "Elise?"

  "Hmmm?" She was almost beyond his reach.

  "Listen. Do you mind if we wait until Lucien gets here to tell everyone? I'd like to make an announcement."

  She smiled and nodded.

  "Lovely... Lucien... Announcement... Do that." Settling deeper into her pillow and pulling her blanket up to her ears she sighed and drifted away.

  Gilles chuckled softly as he returned to his room. When he was finally back in his own bed he wrapped himself in his bedclothes and burrowed into his pillow. He breathed in deep. Everything smelled like her. His last thought was that it was bliss.

  Chapter 30

  Dawn came too early for Gilles. So did his valet. The poor man made the mistake of attempting to draw the curtains.

  "Get out." Gilles' clipped command caused the man to jump, dropping a polished pair of riding boots and a freshly ironed cravat.

  "I'm sorry, my lord. You did say you wanted to ride this morning."

  "Is her ladyship awake?" His voice was flat.

  "I don't believe so. Her maid is not attending her yet."

  "Leave. Wake me when her ladyship starts getting ready."

  "Very well, my Lord." Gilles heard the man gasp as he collected the items from the the floor.

  "What is it, Matheson?" His patience was wearing thin. If the man didn't get out, he'd throw him out.

  "Perhaps I should see to your wound, my lord?"

  Gilles cracked open an eye and looked at his valet. His face was twisted in pity and concern. Rising on his elbow, he looked down the bed to inspect himself. His eye rested on a streak of blood smeared on the sheet and a corresponding stain across his lower stomach. Miraculously, Matheson was under the impression that Gilles had injured himself during the night.

  Gilles waved him off and retreated into the bedclothes.

  "I'm fine, Matheson. Go have an extra cup of coffee and read the paper."

  "The paper, my lord?" He squeaked. Matheson hated being idle or deviating from a schedule.

  "Write a book or bake a cake. Do whatever you please, just let me sleep."

  With that, the door closed softly.

  Gilles couldn't resist inspecting the bed more thoroughly. He grimaced, there was a lot of blood. It looked like they had done their best to get it everywhere. What had he been thinking? Taking her three times was excessive. And he'd ridden her hard the second time. He scowled at his stirring cock. Recalling the events of the even
ing had roused it.

  A terrible thought occurred to Gilles. What if Elise wasn't up and about because he'd injured her or she was too sore? Guilt caused his stomach to clench. It would serve him right if she barred him from her bed. Any thoughts of sleeping longer had passed. Gilles wouldn't be able to relax until he knew she was alright. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rose. He stared at the bed, his hands on his hips as he considered how to solidify his cover story.

  Looking about the room he spied the small metal soldier on the mantel. Gilles smiled. Matheson would swallow it whole. Not the soldier. But the story would be perfectly sentimental. The old man had been part of Spencer staff for almost twenty five years. He knew that both sons had received silver soldier figurines from their father as small boys. Both sons kept them to remember that their father was always with them, protecting them in spirit. Gilles tossed the soldier in his hand then pressed it to his lips. His tiny silver sentry would rescue him this morning.

  "Thank you, father." He whispered as he walked to the bed and placed it close to his pillows. Gilles went to the basin and selected his shaving blade, he nicked himself just above the stain on his abdomen and wiped the blade against his leg to make sure it was clean and replaced it.

  Surveying the scene, Gilles was pleased. Matheson and the maid that changed his sheets would think he'd taken the soldier to bed in hopes that it might help him sleep better. Sometime during the night, Gilles had tossed and turned during a nightmare and cut himself. With all his thrashing and carrying on, he'd tracked blood all over the bed.

  After tugging the bell pull, Gilles shrugged into his robe and sat in one of the arm chairs by the fireplace. He stared at the connecting door until Matheson entered carrying salve and bandages. Gilles watched his little drama unfold. The valet greeted him and looked over at the bed. His face fell as he saw the mess and the little soldier. He turned to Gilles, his eyes full of concern. Gilles felt a stab of guilt but he reasoned it was better than Matheson resigning because his master had deflowered a virgin under the same roof as his mother and sister. The valet approached him.