Rowans Choice

Chapter Thirty Four- Holy Merge

I follow Andy as she leads me through the back way to the Oak. The guards that see us take the knee as we pass and let us race by. No doubt some were most amused behind their armour to see us dipping out of the ceremony and running with gusto to merge like two teens with raging hormones and no control of them.

We are both out of breath by the time we barge through the double doors to my chambers, Andy curls me around her and into the room before shutting the door.

"Take off my dress" I beg, as I throw my crown aside.

Andy's eyebrow flicks up and her lips lift into an amused smile "no slow burn romancing of your wife... just demands from the off... tut tut Ro... very eager" she observes as she removes her crown and places it a little more carefully on the table beside us.

I turn my back to her and gesture to the buttons "I can't ruin this dress... it was my mothers..."

"Oh" Andy says, realising her error. Her fingers brush over my shoulder blades and down between them as she begins to unbutton me. A job that took time, with delicate buttons and fumbling horny fingers that just wanted to touch the flesh beneath. I got the impression that if this dress wasn't important... Andy would rip through the material rendering it a rather fancy table cloth.

A whimper comes from my core and slips from my lips as Andy softly pressed her lips to the nape of my neck. My knees went weak and my whole body yearned for her to fill me with her body and magic. Offer no mercy, no mercy at all.

My dress falls down my arms and I am released of the large train and the ridiculous puffy skirt. Andy's pupils dilate on sight of the delicate undergarments, my body held inside a corset style bodice that held my breasts to an elevation that made them look like they were saluting her.

"Wow" she whispered as she reached for me, her hand closing around my hip, pulling me toward her tightly as her spare hand reached around and squeezed the firm flesh of my rear in the silky white negligee. A growl rolled up her throat.

I take a small bottle from my side table and flick the lid off, downing its contents in one go "it's safe... I promise" I reassure her as I toss it down onto the carpet.

I placed my hands against her chest and leant in to kiss her, a soft and sensual kiss that started innocently and then drew out her hunger. Our lips discover the other with urgency, as my hands slid up her soft flesh and pushed her cape down her shoulders where it slid down into a puddle of pure white at our feet. She lifts me onto her waist in one swift movement and walks across the room, dropping me down with care onto the mattress.

Our kiss is broken with the action. We look to each other in the exact same way, like that of a wolf starved and faced with a lamb that is willing and begging to be slaughtered...

I reach for her, sliding my fingers beneath her silky waistband and unclipping her trousers, loosening them with an appetite for what was beneath. She watches me, her chestnut hair brushing my shoulders as she leans down and tips my chin upward to look at her "Me first" she demanded pushing me back down against the sheets. She crawled over me, my hands reaching around and fumbling with her bodice, desperately wanting to see her, to taste her flesh. All clothing was an enemy at this point keeping her flesh to itself when all I wanted was to claw it back and return it to its rightful place... against mine.

Her bodice falls away and I throw it aside, my eyes dancing over her perfectly perky breasts. She sat upward and tugged my underwear down my legs, leaving me naked below the waist.

I didn't even give her a second to appreciate her view before pulling her back by her waist and kissing the soft flesh of her breast, flicking my tongue over her nipple and sucking it inside of my mouth in such a way she cried out with the pleasure of it.