Just One Kiss (14 page)

“I have to move, Daff,” he croaked.  “I can’t- I need-”

A small feminine little smile curved Daphne’s lips.  She looked, quite unbelievably in Edward’s opinion, relieved, as if she had finally received what she had been waiting six long years for.  Well Edward was damned if this was the level of satisfaction to which he was going to bring his wife!  He reared back,
reveling
in Daphne’s sharp gasp as he pulled almost entirely out of her body.

“We’re not done yet,” he panted, thrusting back home.  “Not by a long way,” he growled.

Edward forced his eyes to remain open and fixed on Daphne’s face as he loved her, making each stroke fierce and deep.  She was the most beautifully erotic vision that he’d ever seen.  Her own eyes were clenched closed, her neck was arched back into the pillows and her mouth was slightly parted. 

Pain was swiftly being overtaken by pleasure, judging by the small mews and whimpers that were slipping from Daphne’s lips, urging Edward to explode, and her nails were digging almost cruelly into his shoulders as he pumped mercilessly into her tight, grasping little sheath.

“
Edward!
” she gasped, unable to stop her hips lifting to meet his thrusts any longer.  “Edward, you have to stop!” she cried, clutching at his body.  “I can’t- I can’t bear it-” she panted.

Edward only growled and pumped harder, banging the headboard of the large, four-poster bed up against the wall.  Daphne was so very close, he could feel the first fluttering of her sheath around
him
, and he too was about to break. 

Oh God, he loved that she was thrashing around beneath him, loved how much he was making her feel- how much she was making
him
feel.  Even in the midst of the heady throes of passion Edward
realize
d that this was more, so much more than just
sex
.  Had Daphne
realize
d that six years ago?  Had she known that there was
something
between them? 

He’d waited too long to come back
…

…Edward hilted himself inside Daphne’s body savagely.  No!  He couldn’t think that- he couldn’t have been wrong!

“Edward!” Daphne’s keening scream of his name alerted him to just how perilously close she was to the edge of her endurance.  He pulled back,
just barely inside her.
Edward twined Daphne’s leg around his waist, doggedly intent on bringing her to completion before himself.  He surged forwards, sliding inside her wet, dripping channel and striking bluntly against her. 

Daphne's response was immediate.  Her most intimate muscles began to tighten.

“Come for me,” Edward puffed, and the coil of tension winding inside his wife’s body finally snapped. 

She climaxed violently. 

Edward was amazed by the strength of her little frame; she lifted them both off of the mattress as her body convulsed.  His own body shuddered in response, and then he finally, completely, let himself go, taking his wife with almost animal ferocity as Daphne continued to spasm and gasp. 

Edward’s control had been worn so thin beforehand that it only took a handful of further thrusts before he joined his wife
in
blinding
bliss
. 

Chapter 13

Once his body was empty, exhaustion hit Edward like a
runaway
horse.  His arms and legs flatly refused to hold his weight any longer, and he collapsed atop his wife in damp, breathless heap.  Daphne still seemed rather too mindless with pleasure to complain, so Edward lay where he was and
savored
the forgotten feeling of pure peace and satisfaction.

His.  She was his.
  Edward couldn’t quite account for the relief he felt when that fact worked its way through the hazy of pleasure enfolding his brain, at least, he couldn’t account for the
enormity
of his relief at any rate.  Perhaps he should have been gentler?  Next time Edward silently promised that he would be, but nothing that they had done had felt wrong, it had all felt quite spectacularly
right
.

He finally managed to lift his crushing weight off Daphne’s little body, holding himself up on his elbows and knees, so that he was able to look down into his wife’s face.  She looked… he wasn’t entirely sure, and a sudden flare of panic flooded through Edward veins as he feared that perhaps he’d misread her cries and whimpers.

“Daff?” he choked.  “Did I hurt you?”

Edward watched closely as Daphne’s already flushed face darkened to an even deeper shade of red.  Her eyelashes fluttered quickly before she seemed able to muster the ability to answer.

“Oh no- that is- only for a moment, and then it felt so- so-” she stammered almost incoherently, finally running out of words, and breath.  The heave of her naked bosom caused twinges in parts of Edward’s body that he thought had been thoroughly exhausted.

“Yes?” he purred wickedly, scooting his hands un
der
Daphne’s bottom and maintaining the fragile bond that still existed between them.

“Y-yes what?” Daphne stuttered.  Whether because of his question, or the fact that he was swirling his tongue around the shell of her ear, Edward wasn’t entirely sure, but he felt the already engorged muscles of Daphne’s sheath quiver, and another jolt of pleasure shivered through his groin.

This wasn’t possible, not so soon! 
But as he slowly kissed his wife, languidly thrusting his tongue between her lips in a slow, almost lazy, fashion, Edward could feel
his body stirring
all over again.

“Daphne,” he hissed, gently rocking his hips as his wife gasped in surprise.  She had to be almost painfully sensitive, so he moved slowly, loving her with a tender intensity.

“Edward,” she sighed, her voice a mingled strain of wonder and pleasure, as she dared to wrap her legs around his body.  He captured her lips and rewarded her with a kiss as their bodies moved together
again
. 

Edward made sure he collapsed to the side of his wife this time; he
couldn’t imagine
moving any time soon.  He fell in a tangle of limbs face down on the mattress, making a muffled murmur of protest when Daphne tried to wriggle away.

“Where you going?” he grunted, holding her tight against his side.

“Y-you want me to stay?”

“S’your bed,” Edward yawned.

“Oh!  Yes, but-”

“
And
I want you to stay,” he clarified firmly, cracking an eye open and trying to impress on her just
how much
he wanted her to stay.

“All right then,” Daphne whispered, unable to keep a smile off her lips. 

Edward gave a low grunt of approval and then his eyes fell shut.  His wife however, could not follow suit.  She drew a deep breath and then snuggled down beside her husband, staring adoringly at his exhausted face.  Her body tingled and ached, there was an intimate soreness burning between her legs, but in all honesty, Daphne didn’t think that she had ever felt better.

She felt complete, in a way that she never had before.  Edward had made her whole again.  She played everything over in her mind, replaying the whole delicious experience as her skin flushed and burned at the wicked memories.  She had never imagined that it would feel like
that
!  That when Edward was inside her she would scarcely be able to breathe for the friction of pleasure that he wrought upon her!

Daphne shivered breathlessly and nestled closer to her husband.  He looked to be sound asleep, so she reached out a tentative hand and lightly traced the hard line of his jaw.  It was slightly scratchy to the touch, dark with a shadow of stubble that Daphne could just about make out in the dimly lit room.  Her fingers moved to whisper over the full, lush curve of his mouth, and then Daphne couldn’t resist the urge to lean even closer and dot her lips against his own.  He was asleep after all, what would it hurt?

“Oh Edward,  d
on’t make me love you again,” she whispered, the words spilling out of her mouth before she had even thought
about
what she was saying.  She loved him still.  It was silly to pretend otherwise.  But her love was like a perfectly pressed flower, only a memory of something that had once been beautiful, and now Edward was threatening to bring it back to life, wakening the sap and unfurling the petals. 

Daphne pressed a second kiss against Edward’s lips and then nestled down in the pillows, her tired, sated state finally catching up with her.  It took only a few minutes for her breathing to lapse into the heavy, steady rhythm of slumber, so Daphne did not see when two pinpricks of pal
e green cracked open beside her.

Chapter 14

“Daphne!  DAPHNE!”

Daphne awoke with a start and a small scream of surprise.  She blinked, completely disoriented for a moment, and then gasped as she caught sight of the profile of her naked husband.  He was pulling on his trousers from the evening before.

“What are the chances of you
r
brother
not
fighting his way past every servant in the house to reach your bedroom and kill your husband?” he asked dryly, reaching for his shirt.

“DAPHNE!!!”  The bellowing voice shook the house again.

“M-my-?” Daphne stammered, still groggy from sleep, and well… waking up to the sight of a naked Edward was hardly conducive to rational thought, but then it struck her.  “Anthony?” she whimpered, ducking under the bedcovers. 

She thought she heard Edward mutter something that sounded suspiciously like ‘
and I hadn’t planned to let you leave this room for a fortnight
,’ however, he was somewhat drowned out by the sound of the bedroom door virtually crashing off its hinges as it was slammed open.

There was a beat of silence.
Daphne forced herself to peek over the covers, wide-eyed, at her red-faced br
other. T
hen
she ducked back down and winced
as Anthony
saw her and  his temper erupted
.

“SO IT’S TRUE!” he bellowed, snarling at Edward, and looking as though he wanted nothing so much as to launch himself across the room and tear his sister’s husband limb from limb.

“Anthony,” Edward said, and Daphne had to marvel at how incredibly calm his voice sounded.  “You don’t seem too terribly pleased to see me.”

Anthony went a very nasty shade of purple, and then he really
did
launch himself across the room at his brother-in-law, planting a wicked right-hook smack in the centre of Edward's face.

“Anthony!” Daphne screamed. 

Edward hadn’t lifted a finger in his own
defense
.  Daphne almost moved to get out of bed and run to his side, fortunately she remembered her state of undress just in time, however, and stopped herself. 

“Get out!” she shrieked at her brother, who, while still looking as though he wanted to kill Edward, was managing to restrain himself from landing a second blow.  “Anthony, I mean it-!”

“God damn it, Daff!” Anthony swore, not caring that his sister was a lady.  “I can’t believe you’re defending this man after he-”

“I’m not- not really,” she mumbled, although to her shame she would have liked to.  “But I would like you
out of my bedroom!
” she cried hotl
y.  From the stunned, and then
embarrassed, look on Anthony’s face he’d just
realize
d that his sister was- was- well, in a state of undress.

“I’ll wait downstairs,” he muttered swiftly.  To which Daphne gave a swift, curt nod.  But then Anthony reached for Edward, who was gingerly rubbing his left eye, and grabbed his open shirt collar.  “
We’ll
wait downstairs,” he growled the amendment.