The Unwanted Wedding

Chapter 34-Bonus Chapter!

Reyna 

 When I had entered the room, Vincent was half near to hysterical. He was in the midst of a panic attack and was not prepared to come out of it cleanly. I held him for over an hour trying to make him calm down, telling him to look at me, to let me be his anchor. When he finally did, he was physically and emotionally exhausted. And who's to blame him? Taking him here was a stupid mistake. I had noticed the times Vincent had tried to be the husband a woman like me required for my status, taking us to the theater, to hunting lodges, garden parties, dinners.

Vincent lay on the bed; I took off everything but his drawers. I could smell the sweat on his body, it wasn't all that disagreeable. It reminded me of the more private, intimate moments we shared. But I did need to wash him, incase he makes himself sick. He barely moved and his gaze stated to the ceiling. Even when I undressed. The large tub of heated water lay on the floor. I stood with my pale pink skirt of my nightgown pooling down from my hips. Leaving my top half bare. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked back. My long hair falling along my spine.

"Vincent." He didn't seem to hear me. "Vincent." I said more firmly, he turned his head. His eyes sparking once he finally looked at me. I let my arms fall, and half turned, reaching a hand to him. "Come. What would our host think of you lounging sweaty and unhygienic in their guest bed? Come, I'll wash you."

Vincent scoffed, "I'm not a child, or a invalid, I don't need someone else to bath me."

I pulled on the drawstrings holding my gown up, slowly it fell from my hips. "Fine. Then you can bath me." As if I had said something shocking, he sat up. His posture wasn't the only thing that rose. "Come, Vincent. Before the water gets cold." I waited, naked, for him to strip off. He looked at me expectedly, "In the tub. There's room for us to both fit." As he sank into the water a slight hiss exhaled out of his mouth. Perhaps the water was too hot. In stepped in, placing a foot on ether side of his hips and sat down over him. For moment we just sat in the steaming water, and relaxed cuddled together.

I nuzzled against him, "Are you alright?" I asked as I grasped the soap and gently lathered up his arm. Drawn to the slight flex and twitch of muscles. Some walton need in me desired to run my tongue along the veins that stood out from under his skin. He didn't answer my question. I looked up at him, his gaze followed the movements of my hands as I carefully washed him. Or at least his arms, which were accessible to me. "We don't have to....be intermit tonight. If you don't want to be. If you're not in the mood...." I began.

Vincent threw me a flat look, "Does it feel to you that I'm not in the mood?" No, I could feel him pressing hot and stiff on my back.

"No." I murmured. I pushed water up to wash the suds off, and placed his hands on the edge of the tub's rim. I leant forward, and filled the small jug with water. Pouring it over my hair, letting the jug fall into the water as I wiped the water from my eyes.

Large hands took the soap off me, "Let me do this." Vincent gently gathered my hair up and began massaging the soap in.

"Don't forget to rinse it with that jug of vinegar after you washed the soap out." I closed my eyes and enjoyed the workings of his fingers. "It helps strip away the grime." Vin hummed in reply. I smiled to myself as he washed and rinsed my hair, Vin seemed to enjoy the simplicity of it all. He an his hands down my back, tracing my spine.

"Your skin is so beautiful." His hands came around me, pulling me back against him. I turned to the side to lean on him more comfortably. I washed his torso in the soapy water, loving the feel of him. Vin rested his forehead against mine, scooping cups of water with my hands I wet his hair.

As I slicked back the wet locks, our eyes met. He stared down at me with a heated expression. A hand traveled down my back and between my thighs. My lips parted on a gasp as he pushed a finger inside. The other arm hung casually out of the tub. He still held my gaze so intensely. Even when I took hold of his manhood, his eyes never left mine, as I pumped my fist along the hard length, they became hooded.

"You feel a little stiff there, Vincent." I teased, "You want me to massage you, it must be sore."

He made a soft sound like a growl. "Agony." He bit out between clenched teeth. I tightened my grip and Vincent's eyes glazed over. His finger pulled out of me, and tightened around my waist. "Turn around. Sit over me."

I turned and sat over him, but didn't take him inside me. "Not here." I kissed him briefly, "Not in the tub." He kissed my lips, my neck, my breasts. Running his tongue over my damp body. I clasped his head in my hands and made him look at me. I kissed him deeply, taking his tongue in my mouth. I broke the kiss abruptly, and got out of the tub. Leaving Vincent looking confused and dazed.

I briskly dried myself off, leaning over the tub as I squeezed the excess water from my hair. Vin stood out of the tub, a bit shakily. The tub too awkwardly low for his tall, muscular male form. I passed him the towel but her tossed it aside. I made a noise of surprise as Vincent grasped the backs of my thighs and lifted me up to curl my legs around him. I locked my arms around his neck, worried that he might drop me but his arms were as firm as steel. He moved forward until my back met the hard wall of the room. My arms tightened around him as I bit down gently on the nerves of his neck. Vincent groaned and reached down between us, my toes curled and my nails dug into his skin as his hard length entered me in one ruthless blow. Our bodies were bound tightly together as he moved powerfully, thrusting relentlessly, deeply, into me.

The sensation was incredible, my body felt overstimulated from friction of both his body and the wall behind me. His tongue was hot in my mouth as he kissed me with wild passion, lost in the animosity of the moment. I felt him smirk before I felt him push deeply into me, and holding himself there buried inside me. I gasped and a gruntal moan escaped me before I bit down on his lower lip, pulling it and causing it to bleed slightly. He growl and began moving again, more harder, more faster than before. My fingers curled tightly in his hair. I must have hurt him because he grabbed my arm and pinned it above my head, grasping my hand in his as he rutted into me. I felt the first quivers of my climax peeking.

To my shock and frustration, Vincent pulled out of me and carried me to the bed. I didn't want him to stop. I felt my body relax away from the point of ecstasy it was at only a moment ago. Somewhat awkwardly, Vincent knelt on the bed with me sitting upon his thighs.

"Take your legs off around me," He breathed, "kneel on top of me. I want to be close to you, I want to see you." I did as I was told, I just wanted him to be inside me again. "I want you to feel the heat of it. I want you to feel me, feel what you do to me. I want you, only you, you have no idea how much you mean to me." I moaned and bit my lip as he slid back into me with painful torment. "I want us to still be this close, even when we're old, when we have a houseful of children, and grandchildren. You a fucken anchor to me." I struggled to focus on his words as he pumped into the sensitive array of muscles inside me. It felt so good, so good. My eyes couldn't leave his, his intense gaze made me feel like a goddess to be worshiped. "I bloody love you." He kissed me briefly, "I love you, I love you, I love you." Vincent's thrusts became wilder, harder. But not hard enough.

I felt hot and frustrated. "Vincent, harder. For god's sake, harder." I moved against him, trying to capture rhythm. He just chuckled, but didn't adjust his movements. "Fuck me. Vin, i need you to fuck me." Throughout our time together, the sin of swearing has grown on me since Vin is so free with his crude language. I figured, if it's just us. Then my ladylike sensibilities won't be affected. My husband, who was as earthy and crude as a county bumpkin, seemed to like my lack of courtesy very much. His face lost its amusement and his gaze heated. He rolled us over until I was under him, my eyes threatened to roll back. With a deep groan, he plowed into me. His thrusts bruising the insides of my thighs and his love bites were rough enough to boarder on marking me.

Time moved on endlessly, there was nothing but us. It was beautiful. Wild. Passionate. It was love. I trembled as I reached the point of no return, biting Vincent's shoulder as I came. He still moved inside me, relentless and ruthless. When he finally settled deeply inside of me and buried his seed as he climaxed, I felt the same breathtaking connection that lingered when we lay together in the blissful aftermath.

"I love you."

"I know"