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Alejandro and Anne drank the wine as lovers, locking arms, sipping from the same place on the rim, licking droplets from eager lips with eager lips. Yet the moment held a sacred quality that culminated when Alejandro’s lean fingers lifted the goblet and set it aside. Their gazes met and joined in solemn understanding.

“It’s time, querida,” he whispered hoarsely.

She came to him without hesitation, and he lifted her into his arms. The bed dipped beneath their weight.

It was a pleasure almost too wonderful to be endured, to have Anne’s body stretched alongside his, her soft curves bared to his hard muscle, hearing her breathless sighs as his fingertips stroked her skin.

It was almost too wonderful to have her meet his every touch with one of her own, to feel her delicate hands upon him, seeking out his sensitive places. The candlelight was soft, their voices muted. Love words were murmured, scarcely heard, thoroughly understood. Time hung still, breathless with unsung harmonies, an ancient song sounding through endless ages to reach full crescendo for them in this evening of rare and marvelous discovery.

And Alejandro understood love for the first time.

He wanted to weep beneath the tender ministration of her hands, wanted to cry out his joy. Anne’s taste lingered on his tongue. Her scent caressed him. No one person had ever mattered to him more.

By the time his knee gently nudged her thighs apart, he understood the significance of the marriage night and gladly surrendered himself to it. He would pour all of himself into her, imparting the very essence of his soul, sealing the covenant. It would be life to him and death to him, consuming him in sacrifice and completion.

He tested her and found her moist and ready for his penetration. Her eyes, heavy-lidded, sultry with passion, met his as he rose above her.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I want to be yours.”

“You always have been.”

She gave him a beautiful smile. He drew back and thrust into her, destroying the final barrier. He held her until the pain subsided, until her body accepted his possession.

He felt her sigh against his chest. “You’re so gentle,” she whispered. “And I love you so much.”

His heart wanted to burst with feeling.

Instead, he moved against her, within her, telling her with his body the things he had no words to say.

Slow.

Love was beautiful when it was slow, with skin slipping against skin and the air tasted of their mingled smell.

Yet joy would not be contained. It pushed him, danced with delight around him, urged him faster.

And love was beautiful in exuberance, too, when the music of Anne’s sighs became a chorus of female pleasure cries.

She neared climax, and Alejandro wanted her to soar, to leap, to fall into pleasure. “Yes, angel,” he urged her. “Fly to paradise.”

As if his words broke earthly chains, she screamed his name, clutching him hard against her as he also pulsed and groaned and fell into sensation.

Joy beat hard through his veins, killing him, healing him, bringing him to a place of peace. Bringing him home.

He was still thinking of safe harbors and Anne’s warm arms when she laughed softly.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, pleased that joy lit her eyes.

She traced a fingernail down his chest. “I just remembered something I forgot to tell you.”

“That you adore me? Love me with every breath until your dying day?”

She pushed at him playfully. “No, Alejandro.”

“What? You don’t adore me?”

“No. I mean, yes...I do adore you, but I forgot to tell you that it’s likely you’ll sire twins. They seem to run in my family. Almost every woman in my line has borne at least one set.”

Alejandro groaned and nipped at her ear. “Now you tell me. After I’ve just seeded your womb with plenty of possibilities.”

Anne looked momentarily worried. “Would it have made any difference?”

“Absolutely not. Unless it would have made me more eager. Because, sweet angel, I want desperately to be father to all your children.”

Her eyes grew soft. “Oh, Alejandro.”

The kiss she gave him was a seal to the promise. Alejandro tasted his wife and prayed they might be so blessed. For nothing could please him more. From a pirate to a padre...

Life with Anne was going to be an adventure.

The End



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