SWNOVELS Chapter 30
"Come on captain that was a cheap shoot." He says as he looks over at me and reaches out for my hands to hold them. A different smile came across his face; one I have become familiar with as a look that he used to help me be calm. I finally manage to stop shaking as the captain spilled out some beautiful words from what I am guessing is his religion or customs.
"I haven't really had many opportunities to perform this action which happens to be one of the most joyous of my duties aboard this ship. It is my greatest honor to be preforming this for you Patrick. Do you take this woman to be your wife to give yourself in every way to her and only her?" the captain asks. This is it the moment of truth will I be able to do this. Melena had told me all this before when we went over everything that was going to happen. I wait and not for long as Patrick doesn't hesitate to answer.
"I take this woman to be my wife and I give myself completely to her and her alone." Patrick repeats and my heart starts to race again.
"Do you Princess Laoonica take this man to be your husband to give yourself in every way to him and only him?" I unlike Patrick, I hesitate. I take a deep breath in and gaze into his eye.
"I take this man to be my husband. I will give myself completely to him and only him." I wonder if everyone else can hear the fear in my voice as I speak.
"Does anyone have a reason these two shouldn't be wed?" He pauses for a second and I peek out at the crowd. No one batted an eyelash at the notion of objection. "No good. I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride." Patrick lifts the veil from over my face and leans in.
"Hello misses Wolf." I don't respond as he kisses me and I kiss him in return. It is short so as not to activate the glow I get when we kiss. It works to a point, but there is still a light glow coming from me. We turn to face the crowd and everyone lets out a cheer. Then we make our way down the aisle and out the door of the cafeteria which are closed behind us.
When we get in the elevator he leans in and kisses me again this time it lasts for the entire trip up to our room. I have never felt so much emotion coming through him before as he gropes me in ways he hasn't done previously. I like it, but in all truth it is terrifying. Is this all part of being married? I wasn't really sure as my mother and father rarely ever touched in front of me at least. We stumble out of the elevator when it opens on to our floor and walk to the room. When the door open Patrick picks me up and carries me into the room. I think this to be absolutely silly but he insists so I let him. I look at him and take a deep breath in. The ceremony was short, but it is over and now I am his wife. He set me down on the couch and then closed the door. I set up and look at him terrified of what would come next.
"I..." I barely can hear myself so I know he doesn't as he turns to look at me then speaks.
"Well I guess we did it Misses Wolf." I let out a smile but my thoughts quickly change to what his father had said about the physical. I had never been with a man and I am quite nervous. I look up at him as he walks back toward me. He undid his tie and took off his jacket.
"Yes I guess we did." I look down at my hands.
"If you wanted to get more comfortable I know that dress can't be as comfortable as it is beautiful. Of course you make it look so much better. After you change we can practice to see if you have gained any control." He starts to unbutton his shirt as well and even though he had an undershirt on I jump up uncomfortable even with him now being my husband.
"Well part of what was said to me in my dream last night was um, well I, he..." I stutter, lost for words as the idea of the physical is terrifying.
"What was said?" he ask now in just his pants and the tight fitting tank top that shows every crease of his muscular physique.
"Your father he said that the wedding wasn't all, that this alone is not enough to gain control of my powers. Well um that, emotionally I had given myself to you when I admitted to being in love with you; and I gave myself to you mentally today when we were married, but there is still one more way I most give myself to you." He looks at me for a moment. The smile that reaches across his face is new to me and a bit frightening.
"Are you sure you are ready for that step?" I guess he figured out what I am talking about. I look down at my hands that I have been fiddling with dress. He walks over to me slowly as he continues to smile deviously. He places one of his hands around my side and the other over my hands. I look at him and his smile. He pulls the veil off my hair and set it aside then he takes the bun out of my hair allowing it to fall past my shoulders. He places the hand that he pulled the veil off with on my cheek and leans in slowly. He kisses me very passionately. This time he moves his hands to the back of my dress undoing the small white buttons that held it up. I put my hand on his chest it is shaking so bad that he stops what he is doing.
"I, I want to but I am not sure what this will mean. What if it isn't a choice for me to be myself? What if no matter what I will have to do as you say?" The top of my dress now hung loosely on my shoulders as his hand caresses the bare skin of my now exposed back.
"Then I will order you to be the way you are now. I will not let you serve me." He says still smiling as he leans back in to kiss me again. The intensity of his passion and desire is almost too much for me to bare. The glow now so intense now that it spread to him.
"I am scared. I never, I mean." I try to say in-between him kissing me. As he pulls me into him and I want to push away and stay all at the same time.
"You will be you in every aspect of our marriage. You have no reason to fear me." He lifts me up and carries me to the bed. I am so nervous that the bed shakes with me. He stops everything and just lays down beside me. "I told you I will wait till you are ready." He looks at me with a bit of a laugh as he holds me in his arms. I roll over and lay my head on his chest listening to his heartrate as it slows down with every second we lay together until it is normal. I look up seeing he is asleep after all that today had brought I guess he was as tired as I was. With that I drift off asleep and for once I have no dreams what so ever. There is no ghost to haunt me or to warn me. No visions of disaster or of my home just a blank dreamless sleep. It is a welcome reprieve.
I wake up in the middle of the night Patrick is standing beside his side the bed taking off his pants he has already removed his shirt and I caught myself staring at him. I don't know how he has managed not to wake me till now. I am very quiet at first but then he turns and faces the bed wearing only his undershorts. I look him over as he is very muscular all over, but it is the protrusion from his shorts that has caught me off guard. He is looking at me for a minute smiling before I realize that I am staring at him. I move to the side of the bed and stand up without realizing that the back of my dress is undone. It slides to the floor and I use my arms to hide my breast. I have my panties on but the shape and the material of the dress did not allow for a bra. He crawls on his knees over the bed to my side. I can feel myself shaking as I watch him cross over to me. I step back as he comes closer and bump into the dress trying to avoid his touch, but he doesn't stop coming towards me. We now stand right against each other as I look at what I could see of his face in the dim light coming from the window as we pass near the sun of a nearby planet. I look away for a second but he brings my face back to him. I am so unsure what of is about to happen.
"You don't have to be afraid I will be gentle I promise." He pulls my hands to my side then presses his chest to mine. I shiver in fear or excitement although I am not sure which.
"I am not sure about this." his warm body is pressed into mine. I look deep into his eyes and see a desire I have never seen before. His left hand caresses my waist gently wrapping around and holding me in place. I feel his other hand slide up my cheek and to the back of my head. He kisses me this time his tongue enters my mouth and his left hand goes down toward my bottom. He grips it the top of my panties and my heart speeds up. I can feel myself giving into his passion. He drops my panties to the floor with one hand and then used the same hand to remove his own shorts. He turns me slowly around laying me gently on the bed. At this time, we are not kissing and I can't help my curiosity. I look down and then back up quickly. I had no idea that a man's gentiles were so big. He smiles at me then leans forward on top of me this time kissing down my neck gently. I close my eyes I have never felt so strangely before. It is an amazing yet freighting feeling but it was a good feeling.
"Relax my love." He whispers into my ear.
"Patrick I, I, I ...." I can't talk. It is the most amazing and strange sensation with him inside me. I feel the glow so much brighter than it has ever been. He takes his time being as gentle as he can be, but with each motion I let out a moan. He gets faster and faster pushing in and out without taking it out. I can't control my own actions at this point it is unbelievable. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. He moves his hands behind my back and grabbed ahold of my shoulders moving me back and forth in the opposite direction of his own movement. I grab ahold of the back of his arms and then I feel a great final burst of wetness and screamed out, "Om my god, Patrick." As soon as I did he let out a moan of his own and collapses down gently onto my chest. We are both out of breath and I can feel his heart pounding as hard as my own. He looks at me and smiled, then I smile back. He then pulls himself up and off of me over to the bed. He then lifts me bringing him over to him. He lays beside me and I lay my head on his chest again. I am not sure what to say at this point or if I should say anything at all.