"Just have to treat her right, can't be that hard"
He said to himself as he began to ascend the steps. However, before he could reach the top, he was met by his new wife, who seemed to have come to get him.
"Oh you're already coming up"
She said as she stopped on her tracks and he looked up at her.
"Oh yes, I just have to take a bath, then I'll be right with you"
He expressed, stretching out the last vowel of that sentence as his eyes registered what they were seeing.
His eyes traced her beautiful body beginning at her feet, with beautiful and perfectly groomed toes, with an obvious transparent nail polish that gave the nails a nice glossy look. He could easily tell they were nice and soft to the touch, like the proper feet of a beautiful and pampered woman.
His gaze only lingered momentarily on her beautiful feet before moving up to her shins and thighs, her legs were long, beautiful, and shapely with smooth skin.
Her thighs were sexy and thick adding massively to the overall allure and beauty of her legs and they promised an equally thick rump.
Seeing her magnificent thighs stirred a deep and lustful desire within him, one that threatened to spill out and forced him to ravage her to his heart's content.
However, he quelled it, held it within letting it teeter just at the edge of his control.
As his eyes went up, the sight of her beautiful bare skin was suddenly obstructed by the silk camisole dress that reached halfway down her thighs and left him wanting.
The dress was silky and purple, it wasn't tight but it hugged her shape quite nicely emphasizing her beautiful and full figure and thanks to the light, it had a nice sheen to it adding to the beautiful sight.
Seeing it so clearly, Arthur felt a lustful urge to stretch out his arms and grasp her body. However, once again, he quelled such desires.
If the dress itself didn't serve to add on to her sexy figure, he would have considered it an affront, an offending piece of silk that sought to obstruct her beautiful body from being seen.
The strap of her dress on her left shoulder had come loose and dropped down towards her elbow, which allowed for the perfect amount of cleavage to be revealed.
His eyes lingered on the cleavage he wrestled his gaze from it and looked at her face.
Her face, beautiful with mesmerising eyes, her cheeks were flushed pink, and, her lips had an alluring and attractive cherry red lipstick. Her hair flowed down her shoulders, like a beautiful curled, cascading, and shining black waterfall
Arthur exhaled through his nose as he felt the desire with him to stir even harder, he took more steps forward, rising from the basement, and stood face to face with her but due to his slight height advantage over her, he had to tilt his head lower to make eye contact with her.
"Is something the matter?"
He said, his voice calm and measured, but inwardly, he was resisting every urge to hoist her over his shoulders and take her to bed.
"Arthur… you have a lot of scars"
She pointed out the obvious as she looked over his body, breaking eye contact.
She had come to him wondering why he was taking so long, however seeing his half-naked body was something she was not prepared for, she also didn't expect to find the scars on his body nor to find said scars to be alluring.
She didn't know why but for some reason they stirred a deep desire within her. She's never seen a man with scars before, so the sight was a new experience, a new experience she appreciated.
She raised her hand and touched the scar on his arm, feeling the healed flesh.
"I do"
He answered before smoothly snaking his arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him.
"Yes…"
Her face continued to flush pink as he stared at her, feeling an intense heat overcome her face. His silver gray eyes conveyed to her his every desire at this moment.
Tonight was their first night together, meaning it's important to ensure they consummate. Otherwise, the legitimacy of their marriage can be put into question.
"Would you allow me to have a bath first?"
He asked as he smelt the aroma of strawberries tickling his nostrils. She smelled magnificent
"No"
She denied before kissing him on his lips, her own desires speaking for her, unlike him she couldn't display an equal amount of self-control.
She took his hand and led him to the bedroom and Arthur did not resist.
….
Their first time together in the bedroom was one both would describe quite fondly. From the moment he penetrated her and took her virginity, he became an insatiable beast that continuously thrusts his hips.
His lust drove him to please her and himself as much as he possibly could before they eventually climaxed.
They continued for another couple of rounds before they eventually stopped both pleased and happy.
Arthur soon fell asleep. However, afterward, Esme remained awake. In deep contemplation.
Arthur had asked if it was okay to finish inside, something that initially shocked her, but she denied it.
The fact that he asked for permission was something she's never heard of, as she assumed he would be eager to have a child with her, nonetheless, it worked in her favor.
Now she was wide awake, her eyes staring into the darkness as her husband lay asleep beside her. The room was quite dark, to the point she couldn't see her own fingers in front of her face
However, regardless of how dark the room may be, Esme felt content and happy. As a woman, she was now complete. She has a husband, and they have consummated their marriage. There was nothing more she could hope for.
Unfortunately, however, despite her contentment, she was conflicted. On the one hand, she was prioritising herself and was lying to him. This marriage was going to be short-lived, and she was keeping that from him.
However, at the same time, she was pleased that, at this moment, officially, she was a married woman. She couldn't help but want to look her sister in the eyes and tell her she was wrong.
Unfortunately, as she was staring into the ceiling unable to properly enjoy her feelings of happiness due to the fact she was lying to her husband, something in the corner of her eye caught her attention causing her to turn her gaze towards the door and she saw…
A light.
A small light crept in from the small space between the door and the floor, not only that but it was a flickering light like someone was walking with it in their hand, like a candle.
She held her breath at the realisation that someone was in her home. She tried her best not to panic and slowly nudged Arthur, trying to wake him up.
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A/N: I want to save Lemons for significant moments in the story rather than every time they're in bed together.
also Esme is a bit of a freak.