Just know that I tried my best....Rated 18
Isabella felt attacked, but in a good way. Leofric groaned when Isabella tried to break away from the kiss. He could tell she didn't know how to respond. He slowed down before breaking finally breaking the kiss.
"I don't know how to kiss, you might as well skip that part, Sir Leofric," She tried to reason with him.
He shook his head in disagreement, "I will teach you. All you have to do is relax and follow my rhythm."
"I don't think," That was as far she could get when he reconnected their lips. He was gentle and slow, allowing her to catch up, and she did.
To her dismay, she wasn't as disgusted as she had hoped to be. Christ's toes, she was enjoying it! Her head tilted to the side as the kiss got more intense. It was hard that she didn't know how to kiss a few minutes ago.
After a few minutes, they broke the kiss, both breathing heavily. Leofric's electrifying blue eyes were on fire. "See, I told you."
Isabella's cheeks burned with embarrassment, "I…I,"
"Shush, you don't have to say anything. I understand how you feel." Leofric's hand went down to his pants as he adjusted the needy appendage. She was going to be the death of him. How did a kiss get him so hard?
He pulled her closer, hands caressing her womanly curves. His hands ran from her hips up to her stomach where he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on it. As slowly as he could, he allowed his lips to wander to her bosom, his lips fondled with the hardened peaks.
Isabella was on fire. But she didn't know if it was good or bad fire. She pushed him away—at least, she tried, but her hands only ended up making their way to his neck, pulling him closer. Leofric's lips alternated between her breasts while enjoying her quiet moans. He could tell she was trying to resist the passion between them.
Before she could die of her newfound feelings, he stopped his torture and stood from the bed. "Come, love," He helped her into the bed and unbuckled his pants all the while keeping his eyes on her.
Isabella felt a twinge of vulnerability as she sat in the middle of the bed naked, waiting for the man to do whatever it was he had planned for the night. She allowed her eyes the pleasure of roaming the man's body. He wasn't the only one allowed to do that. She was impressed at how well-built he was. Damn the muscular chest that made her fingers twitch. When her eyes landed on his hardened manhood, her mind went blank for a while. She wasn't familiar with what a man's penis looked like but from what she saw, she could tell the man was blessed and it would be a miracle if he didn't tear her organs apart.
Leofric made his way to the bed, naked and beautiful. "Your shoulders will soon turn to a log of wood if you don't relax them soon."
"I am relaxed," She spat. How was she supposed to relax when she didn't know what to expect? From the kiss, she could tell he had had countless experiences with other women. The thought of that made her frown.
"I will show you how," and just like before he captured her face for another round of breathtaking kisses. She didn't like the fact she was enjoying the kisses more than she should, but there was nothing she could do to help it.
Leofric took advantage of the distraction and pushed her down the bed and placed himself in between her legs. One of his hands shot up and grabbed a handful of her round breast.
Isabella's eyes flew open when something hard poked her nether region. "Um,"
"You talk too much, woman."
"I haven't even said anything yet," She said, all the while trying to free herself, but she stopped when her movement only caused more friction between them.
Leofric chuckled, "You are one stubborn woman." He pecked her lips before moving down to her neck where he left feather-light kisses that left her breathless. "You are mine, now. My wife. My treasure."
Isabella's fingers got lost in the thickness of his hair as she tried to fight her arousal. The aching need between her legs only grew more intense as he brought his back to hers for a tantalising kiss. Leofric free hand snuck in between their bodies. He grabbed his hard member and rubbed it up and down her slit and joy button.
Isabella was a hot mess at the man's ministration. She felt like there was a hidden overpumped balloon, which was waiting to burst any second. She quickly grabbed the man's shoulders for some control.
Leofric was ecstatic to feel how responsive she was to his touch. Her slippery entrance was all the go-ahead order he needed as he slowly positioned himself at her entrance and entered just a little, giving her time to get used to the feeling.
Isabella's eyes were locked on his for some strange reason. Maybe it was the reassurance in his eyes? His breathing turned heavier. She could tell he was struggling to hold back with the way each movement he made inside her.
She was shocked when one of his hands rested on her nether region and began massaging her knob. Her back arched, she wanted more. Goodness, was she going to die on her wedding night? Her eyes closed, welcoming the overwhelming feeling. Just as she thought the balloon would burst, she felt a sharp pain.
He paused, "Are you alright, love?" His eyes searched hers for any form of discomfort. All the ladies he had been with for long term or short term were all experienced, there had never been a need for him to ask if they were alright during sex because he knew they could handle whatever he brought their way, but for Isabella, he wasn't sure. Besides, she wasn't any lady. She was his wife.
"I think you just ripped apart one of my organs," Seeing his face morph into concern, she laughed, "I was just joking,"
He smiled, appreciating her joke, "Are you alright though?"
Isabella rolled her eyes, "What will you do if I say I am not alright? Will you stop?"
"Yes, I don't want to hurt you."
Surprised, she said, "Oh," She had been expecting something along the lines of, "Oh, do you think I care?' "Are you going finish what you started or…"
"I will take that as you are alright." His voice was strained. He began moving again, his body tensing with movement. He leaned forward and connected their lips, his thrusts increasing tempo.
Isabella's small mewls soon turned into loud moans that bounced off the walls of the bedroom. She gripped his sweaty neck as her toes began to curl. Her stomach tightened and her vision blurred. Was she finally dying? She couldn't tell.
Leofric groaned knowing he wouldn't last long, not when his vixen of a wife was milking him dry as her body shook in ecstasy. Watching her pleasure-filled face was the end of the game for him. He groaned as his body joined hers in the release. The passion was mindblowing and he knew she couldn't deny it.
"Um, I can't breathe…" Isabella struggled to get some air into her lungs for two reasons; one, because of what they just did, and secondly, because the gigantic man was lying on top of her. Did he think they were of the same size and strength?
"Sorry," Leofric slowly untangled his body from hers. He enjoyed her body warmth. He looked down at his member and saw it was stained with blood. It stained the bed too. The blood was a little too much, in his opinion. His eyes remained trained on the stained sheet, "Are you sure you are alright?" He couldn't help the blush that rose to his cheeks.
Curious, Isabella sat up on the bed, following his line of gaze, "Oh, it does seem like you actually did rip something apart in me."
Worried, Leofric's eyes flew to her body as if expecting to see something, "Should I call the physician?"
"No, silly. What were you expecting when a man of your size mates with a girl of my size?" She raised a questioning brow at him.
"You are a woman now. Start seeing yourself as one from now henceforth."
Isabella knew he was right, but she said, "I will see myself anyhow I want to."
"You are infuriating." Leofric's brows drew together in a frown, "Just when I begin to think things are getting better between us, you always do or say something to make me believe otherwise."
"Things will never get better between us, Sir Leofric. In this marriage, we are two different people."
"That is not how marriage works. When two people have been joined, they become one."
"I beg to differ." She yawned, this time it wasn't pretence, she was genuinely tired.
Leofric groaned and got out of the bed. He soaked a towel in a bowl and cleaned himself up. He could feel her eyes drilling holes in his body but he said nothing. He tugged on a clean tunic and loose pants for sleep. He grabbed a clean towel and a water bowl and walked to the bed.
"What do you want to do?" She asked, her body ready to bolt out of the bed.
Leofric smiled. He knew she was going to oppose. "Helping my wife clean up. Is there anything wrong with that?"
"I can clean myself up,"
"I know, but I want to help."
"Well, I don't need your help."
"And I don't need your permission,"
Isabella tried to exit the bed, but he grabbed one of her legs and pushed her to his side, "Sit still,"
"No,"
"If you make me do what's on my mind, you will hate yourself for not obeying me."
"Do your worst,"
He nodded, "Okay," Leofric's eyes flashed angrily. He reached for her nightgown, which lay carelessly on the floor.
Isabella dashed out of the bed, causing Leofric to go after her. She had planned to tire the man out, but Christ in heaven! The man's speed was formidable. You would think it would be impossible for a man of his size to be able to move so swiftly, but he did, ending their cat-and-mouse game too quickly.
Letting out a string of curses, he used the nightgown to tie her hands together. When that was done, he carried her and roughly tossed her into the bed. Isabella was breathing hard from anger.
"You are a monster! I will make sure the whole world knows that!" She bellowed. She began to scream. Leofric grabbed the nearest piece of clothing and gagged her mouth.
"Devil's balls! Are you sure you are a lady or a rogue?" Leofric asked as he stood watching her wiggle endlessly on the bed but what even made him angrier was his hardened member.