Twenty-One

**The** door to the chamber suddenly opened and the Baron walked in, stopping as he saw her where she stood, her tears clearly visible in the light flickering from candles still alight in the room.
He was quickly by her side.
“What’s wrong, *ma bichette*?” he asked, his voice urgent and concerned. “Are you hurting?
She shook her head. She did not want to speak.
He turned her to him, and his mouth descended on hers, devouring her lips. She kissed him as hard as he did, opening her mouth to his and sliding her tongue against his, feeling a surge of triumph as she felt his manhood hardening and rapidly growing against her lower stomach.
He wanted her.
Her hand eagerly went for it, and he sucked his breath in when she found it and traced its shape with her fingers. He was wearing a loose shirt and soft breeches, and she left his mouth to kneel before him, pulling at the string and the cloth down his thighs.
“Adalene!”
“I want to taste you,” she whispered, her voice breathy at the beginning of the morning light. “Please, my Lord.”
“Adalene, my God...”
She held him. He was indeed huge again, as hard as a rock. She slid him between her lips, not stopping until his head reached the back of her throat.
Oh yes, she could do this now, she thought, gratified when she did not gag like before. She pulled back and sucked, swirling her tongue on the head, remembering how he liked that, and he trembled as his whole body tensed.
“Adalene... Adalene... stop! Or I’ll take you again. You haven’t healed yet... ohhh, hell... ahhh!”
She worked him, pumped him inside her mouth while her hand worked the lower part of him. She realized as soon as she saw him that this was going to be the last chance she would be able to do this. This was going to be the last time she was going to be able to let him know how grateful she was. She was going to take it, no matter what.
“Stop!” He hissed, and then roughly pushed her away. His cock left her mouth with a pop. As he pulled her to her feet like a rag doll, she started to cry again. She did not want to stop!
But he was turning her from him, making her face the mirror. She splayed her hands on the console’s surface as his hands held her hips, and her surprised eyes followed his movements in the mirror as he went down to his knees and pushed her thighs farther away from each other.
His fingers found her, pushed her folds, and her lips formed an ‘o’ as she felt his tongue when it lapped her up—one full stroke that tensed everything inside her into a solid ball of stressed heat.
Her knees almost gave way and her elbows dropped on the table as her eyes closed involuntarily at the pressure of his next stroke. She felt a finger pierce her as he sucked, and a breathy moan escaped her lips. She couldn’t think as small waves of pleasure tingled from where he ate her, up her spine, becoming heat that mushroomed inside her body and chased the cold away from her bones.
“Fabian!” she whispered as his fingers worked its slick exploration, wetting her more as she rode against the very slight friction. His tongue and lips became as insistent. And she groaned as the first waves of pleasure began.
Then he abruptly stood up.
She cried in protest, only to lose her breath as she felt his cock enter her from behind, piercing the throbbing flesh even as she suffered her first orgasm.
And his name left her lips in a scream when he filled her completely and her inner muscles found him to clutch onto.
“Ahhhh!” he groaned himself. “Adalene!”
He began to pump into her. It still hurt, oh God, it did. But the pleasure was as intense, if not more. She watched as his hands reached for her bobbing breasts, clutching, pumping the soft orbs of flesh in time with his thrusts.
The sight of his hands on her body, him taking her that way, only heightened the arousal that gripped her, making a slave of her soul. He watched them, too, and she saw the same pleasure in his glittering eyes when they locked with hers.
It was too much.
“Fabian... Fabian... oh Fabian...!” she moaned, feeling another force gathering inside her, so close again. He had his arms around her now and they were the only reason why she hadn’t crumpled to the floor. It was all pleasure now... so much pleasure; and she shouted out as the waves erupted again from where his cock filled and stretched and worked her.
She writhed against him, pushing her hips against him as her cunt clenched at him, and he growled as he ground himself against her. She knew he could feel every second of her release. They were so connected, so much, that she knew every quake in her body was absorbed by him. As soon as it subsided, he pulled away. But he only lifted her trembling body to bring her to the bed, where, on her back, he again spread her thighs wide for him.
They weren’t finished.
But as soon as he looked down, he stopped.
“Adalene, you’re bleeding again,” he said, worry tingeing his rough voice.
“Don’t stop, Fabian... please... it doesn’t hurt.”
“But—”
“Don’t stop! I promise, it doesn’t hurt!” she protested while raising herself on her elbows. She was indeed bleeding. But there was no way they weren’t going to finish this.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! It’s perfect. Please...!” She would cry again if he stopped.
He held her hips, and she watched as his cock slowly entered her. He made her bleed, first time, and again. It did not matter. It was him, her Fabian. He could hurt her, but it would also be the most intense pleasure.
She took a slow breath in, noting that he watched her so closely, so intensely. She smiled at him. “It doesn’t hurt... it doesn’t...”
“You... this feels... perfect,” he whispered as he resumed his steady thrusts.
“Yes!” she moaned as she settled again on the bed, writhing as she felt both pain and pleasure as he thrust in and out. “Yes, oh yes, Fabian...!” She felt a pang in her heart when she thought they would never be together long enough for her to heal and feel only pleasure. But it did not matter. It didn’t, as long as she could have these memories to take with her wherever she would end up from here.
He was panting as he thrust faster, harder, deeper. Her thighs trembled against the sides of his torso. He gathered them to him, hitching her higher, thrusting deeper. She arched her hips harder against him. It was all pleasure now. Tiny tingles of electricity, rode up her body, stealing tiny breaths out of her. He grunted her name, and she knew by the tension in him that he was so near.
She gathered herself together. She wasn’t sure she could cum again, but as he thrust a few more times, she closed her eyes and rode another intense wave.
It was when he stiffened, groaned, and ground himself against her that she felt his liquid heat from him inside her womb...
He collapsed into her. Her arms caught him, and held him to her, while his cock twitched a few more times inside her before he settled.
She could feel the sting now... the soreness. She was going to hurt after this. She welcomed it with tears and a smile. And when he kissed her, she kissed him as tenderly.
“*Ma bichette*...” he whispered. They were both slick with sweat. She knew he could see the tears on her face.
She gulped and whispered. “Thank you. Thank you, my Lord.”
“No,” he whispered roughly, almost angrily. “Don’t say goodbye. We’re not finished.”
*We’ll never be finished. I’ll think of you always*, she thought as she closed her eyes against his chest, and slept as the first rays of the sun inched their way to the Manor grounds.