1.18: Finally, Alone (R-18)

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT:

"Yes, we are married. And we are alone." He said with a smirk. Moving closer to her, he leaned forward as he kept his hand on her cheek. He leaned down and stared into her eyes, kissing her lips slowly, gently. She gasped against his lips and deepened the kiss, trying to move so she was pressed against him, when she realized her skirts were in the way. She was still in the ridiculous gown, so she stood up and turned her back to him.

"One minute! Let me gather my bearings!" She shrieked and ran off to the bathroom. She tore at the laces of her gown and pulled at them until she was free. Then she poked her bracelet.

"Eli! What happened? Why is this world not completed?" The bracelet dinged and Eli appeared on the washrooms counter.

"Well… methinks there is one more thing you have to do to secure the alliance." Eli trailed off. Setia gulped and placed her hands on her hips.

"What is it?"

"Produce an heir." Eli said sheepishly.

"I have to have a baby!" Setia cried. Well, I guess it is her wedding night.

Moments later, Setia returned from the bathroom. She turned to Niall. She blushed nervously, suddenly shy.

"Help me unlace this." She asked him. He reached forward with practiced fingers and worked her laces. He impressed her with his skill and speed. Clearly, he'd removed girls' dresses before. The gown loosened, and she dropped it to the ground, standing before him in a light shift. She kicked the dress out of the way. He laughed and stared at her hungrily.

"Come here." He held out his hand to her. She took it shyly, and he pulled her to him. He ran his hands down her sides. She could feel the heat of his calloused palms through her thin shift, and he palmed her ass and pulled her firmly against him. She felt the hard length of him. He lifted her hips, so she rose, and wrapped her legs around his waist, so he was carrying her. He took her to the bedroom of the suite and threw her down on the bed.

She bounced and gasped, loving the intensity in his gaze as he prowled onto the bed, coming toward her. He rose on top of her and held himself up so his weight was off of her. He ran his nose along the length of her jaw.

"You smell so sweet." He purred. She shivered. He kissed down her neck, across her collarbone. His fingers played with the strap of her shift, before he slid it down her arm, and on the other side, so her shift fell to her waist, and her breasts were laid bare. He groaned and kissed her deeply, palming her breasts with his hands and kneading them. She moaned and arched into his touch. He kissed lower until he captured a bud in his mouth and suckled. She mewled and gripped his hair.

He continued to kiss down her belly before he slid the slip of fabric over her hips and off of her. He lowered himself so he was between her legs, gripped her knees, and forced them open. She gasped, feeling his hot breath on her core. She felt exposed. He kissed his way up her thigh until he was close to the center of her. Gently, he blew on her. She shivered.

He gave a slow lick along her core. She cried out and arched off of the bed. He smiled against her and dove in, licking and suckling at the heart of her. She writhed and reached forward to grip his hair, grinding up against him.

"Yes…" she breathed. She could see the shadows spiralling toward the ceiling. She trembled as she felt him tonguing her, and the pleasure rose in waves until she felt like she might snap.

"Niall!" she cried out as the pleasure crescendoed, gripping at his hair and bucking off the bed. She panted heavily, whimpering softly. He smiled and gave a gentle kiss to her thigh before sliding up her body. He kissed along her breasts, up her neck, to peck her lips.

"Now we'll see if you're ready for me." He said with a growl. He slid his finger inside her, feeling her wetness. "Oh yes, nice and wet and ready." He lay her back, rising over her.

"I've never done this before…" she muttered. He chuckled and kissed her.

"Don't worry, I've got you." He whispered. He positioned himself between her legs, wrapping one of her legs around his hips, and used his hands to position himself at her entrance. Slowly, he entered her. She gasped at the sensation, the stretching. Then a pinch of pain. She dug her nails into his shoulders.

"Sh, I've got you." He held her close, as finally he was seated inside of her. She wiggled to acclimate to the sensation. He groaned and his muscles tensed. She felt the pain gradually recede.

"I'm going to move now." He breathed, she nodded. He slowly retreated from her. She felt a loss of him being gone, then he slammed back into her. She gasped and moaned. It felt good! He smiled and thrust in a steady rhythm. She wrapped her legs around him and clawed at his back, arching up to meet his thrusts.

"Setia!" He moaned into her ear. He bit at her neck, her shoulders. He went faster, harder. She cried out as she felt the pleasure building again. She trembled and shuddered against him in a devastating orgasm. As he felt her go over the edge, he trembled, his control shattering. He hammered into her and she held on for dear life. Clinging to him, she cried out. He groaned and roared her name as he spilled into her.

Panting, they collapsed against the bed, Niall on top of Setia. Setia's eyes were closed as she felt dizzy. She struggled to regain her composure. Her body felt tired and sated. She knew she would be a little sore in the morning. Niall sighed and wrapped his arms around her, rolling over so they lay beside each other. He rested his forehead against hers.

"I love you." He whispered. She froze. She smiled and stroked his cheek.

"I love you too." She kissed his lips softly. His smile was dazzling.

(Ding! Love meter has increased to 85% Mission meter increased to 90%)