Paraluman

ONE WEDDING NIGHT

They weren't given a choice.

Mr. and Mrs. Beaumont had first met at their wedding night. He was covered with a dark robe and nothing else. She was dressed in a white nightgown that was too thin and transparent she was as well presented herself nude.

Their families, unfortunately, took matters of their first night as a wedded couple by confiscating their clothes and made strict orders to spend in various positions in n***d bliss for three days.

Sophia Beaumont was confused about how a man and a woman could spend three days without their clothes. Surely, one couldn't play chess with her breasts on display, could one? How could her husband be able to focus on the game?

Maybe he could, she mused. She couldn't judge the man. Despite that they just met five minutes ago, he wasn't even speaking. Silent and always observing, as if he was waiting for the world to disappoint him. Sophia found herself dreading in the idea of spending three days with him.

All of this because of a b****y merger her family and his desperately wanted to have. She wasn't in a situation to complain, however, for her company was the one who needed the merger the most.

Sophia padded away from the bathroom to the large bed. Her bare feet made no sound on the carpeted floor yet her husband standing across the room turned around to look at her. The silhouette of earthly nature on the window behind him made him look he was part of the era when kings and queens ruled the world. He looked like a knight at the leisure of devouring his favorite meal.

His favorite meal happened to be her.

Resisting to cover herself from his watchful silvery gaze, Sophia scrutinized him in return. His midnight colored robe did nothing to hide his huge and muscular frame. In fact, it perfectly molded his firm arms and chest. The hem, she noticed, stopped just beneath his knees and she could see his tanned legs. He stood a few inches beyond six feet. His height added by his rough facial features proved to be useful to his corporate world. Whispers had said that her husband could intimidate even the president of America. Why, even she felt intimidated.

But his eyes were a different matter. It burned with something unfamiliar. He watched her as if he was slowly undressing her in his mind. It wasn't rude or disgusting. It was thrilling yet...dangerous.

His gaze sent shivers down to her arms.

"Cold?" He inquired, his eyes stopped at her bare shoulder. The thin strap of her nightgown fell down from her shoulders, leaving the flesh of her right bosom uncovered.

Hastily, she put it back and shook her head.

Silence fell.

He was still watching her for so long she wanted to cover herself. She didn't, though. Let him see his bride, she decided. If he wasn't satisfied, tough, for it was the only body he would get.

She knew that everything about her portrayed the word tiny. Small breasts, hips, and stature. She knew she wasn't the kind of woman he liked.

If he wasn't fond of red-heads, well, he had no choice he got one for a bride. And if green eyes were not his thing, she could swear him to hell if he would complain about that.

Sophia didn't know how long she stood still but she couldn't hide her puckered n*****s beneath her nightgown. He saw it, too. It was the cold, she wanted to say but she instantly caught his smirk.

Of all the arrogant men, she thought. The man knew what he was doing to her.

Before she could speak in protest for his rude stare, he took off his robe, displaying his body in all n***d glory.

Her eyes widened and mouth agape.

She was wrong. Beautiful did not bear the justice to describe her husband. It looked as if their creator took time molding his body to perfection. Yet as handsome as he was, she noticed a few numbers of scars on the different regions of his body. Everything looked fatal.

He bore a body fit for a warrior.

Lucas Beaumont watched as his bride slowly walked towards him. Cautious but curious. She was coming at him as if afraid to fall down in his snare and never resurfaced. He felt as if he was trying to tempt an angel to live in his own private hell.

Lucas heard himself suck his breath as she stopped inches away from his body. Close enough for him to smell the waft of her shampoo but far enough not to feel her breasts against his chest. The memory of her taut n*****s straining against the fabric of her gown made him feel ridiculously pleased. It was these rare times that Lucas had ever felt proud of himself.

His wife may not know it yet but she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Tender hesitant fingertips touched the two inches wide of the scar just beneath his left shoulder. She traced it before looking at him with inquiring eyes.

He stared intently into her eyes. He swore he found salvation inside. She waited until he answered, "Bullet wound. Eight years ago."

She nodded, satisfied. Her fingertips found a thin scar several inches long beneath his right n****e. His n****e tightened in response but he struggled to remain in control and spoke, "Knife. Seven years ago." Her hands slid just a few lower on his ribs. She found a smaller scar. "Same knife."

She nodded again as if seeing multiple scars were normal to be seen on her husband's body.

Uncertainty gnawed Lucas insides. Before tonight, he wasn't particular to any of his lovers' opinion of his body. But Sophia's opinion was as important as the sunrise, he thought.

"My scars," He caught her hand and looked into her eyes. "Do you find it unattractive?"

As a response, she bent down her head and kissed his bullet scar. He closed his eyes and glorified to the feeling of tenderness. He let go of her hand in favor of her head instead. He felt her lips rained kisses on his shoulder, chest, and ribs. His dark tinted soul felt defeated by his wife's gentle onslaught.

An angel, indeed.

When she traveled downward and traced his abdomen, he forced his eyes to open and put a stop to her trying to clean his soul.

"Stop." He said firmly than he intended.

She straightened and nodded, absently placing her hands on his chest like she was doing it all her life.

Lucas framed her face with his competent hands. "I promised myself not to touch you tonight."

Her eyes widened. "Is that what we are going to do for three days?"

Frustrated, Lucas almost took her there. Such naivety and innocence never looked so sexy until now. "Yes. But not tonight. I want to-" I want to do the right thing, even just for tonight. "I want you to adjust to the idea of having me as your husband."

She mulled it for a second before c*****g her head to the side and murmured, "I think you're right. Having a husband is very new to me, I know. But touching you is a different matter. I don't need to adjust to the idea of touching you. I like touching you. It's exciting." Her brows snapped together. "I never made a promise to myself not to touch you tonight."

"Sophia-"

"I could do the touching for the both of us, you know. If you really want to keep your promise, that is." She ended her sentence with a stammer and bright blush on her neck and face. Looking a lot like an angel ready to fall into depths of l**t.

It was just too much for Lucas. Her lips were just too plump and inviting to ignore. And before he could think about the consequences, he surrendered and dove into her mouth.

He kissed her with so much fierceness Sophia was taken aback. Her eyes widened and stared at her husband's closed eyes. She did the same and closed her eyes tightly. She was intensely aware of his hard shaft pressing on her belly as he pulled her upward to his body.

She didn't know what to do and remained her lips still, afraid to break the spell. All Sophia could do was...touch him. It was odd but she loved touching him. So strong and reliable. Rough but gentle.

Lucas felt her warm hands lightly squeezing his buttocks. He groaned and pulled her tightly against him and she gasped as her feet left the floor. At her parted lips, he took the opportunity to taste her more deeply.

Breathlessly, Sophia wasn't kissed in the way her lover did. He was as if trying to possess her mouth. Why, his tongue was invading hers. She closed her eyes and let her mouth opened for him until her jaw ached. She didn't know what to do but be taken by the storm of his desire.

"Kiss me, too, my sweet." Lucas breathed, his voice gruff as if speaking was a difficult task. "Let me feel your tongue. Taste me, Sophia. Make me feel you want me as much as I want you."

She did. With all her innocence and ignorance, Lucas never felt so wanted in his life. Growing up with abusive parents and barely avoiding the confinements of jail, he never knew the real meaning of being wanted for who he was.

Granted that Sophia didn't know about his past, she knew about his scars and appeared nonchalant about it. She accepted his scars as if it was only a part of him. Not defined him.

The tentative stroke of her tongue against his lips almost made him undone that he had to pull her away from him before he embarrassed himself from coming when they hadn't even started.

Lucas scooped her into his arms and started toward the bed. She felt right in his arms. God knew, after tonight, he would never let her go.

He had an impression she felt the same way when they laid together on the bed. She held him in her arms like a gum. It made him feel cheerful for the fact that like a gum, he would stay stuck in her life whether she liked it or not.

"Heavy?" He asked when he positioned himself on top of her.

She shook her head and smiled tremulously. "I like it."

Pleased, he kissed her again. This time she responded and met his strokes with certain strokes of her own. Their lips battled as Lucas started to slide her nightgown upward.

She went cold. Lucas kissed her throat leisurely, "Too soon?"

Sophia nodded meekly and hid her face in his throat. "It's alright, my sweet. Let's go slow." He laughed forcefully. "I like slow." When he felt her softened once again, he nibbled her earlobe. "Well, what do you like me to do?"

Sophia leaned her head away and looked at him expectantly. "Kisses. More kisses."

"Where?"

"Is there any places we could kiss?"

"There are many places I could kiss." His mouth glided lower, pausing just above one cloth covered n****e. "This for example." He took one taut n****e into his mouth, not stopping until the fabric went transparent and showed one puckered pink peak. Satisfied, he moved towards the other breast. "Or this."

He never stopped. Sophia restlessly abandoned herself to the explosion of her senses. She was achingly aware of every touch and kisses Lucas made on her body. It was exquisitely exhilarating. She never felt anything like it before. So this is what grand passion felt like, she thought.

He tormented her n*****s until she could see the evidence of her desire peaking through her damp nightgown. She watched as he moved lower and started looking for her navel. All the while gently groping her breasts with his hands, tracing the center of it with his thumbs from time to time.

Unexpected dampness started to saturate her folds in between her legs Sophia was afraid he would find it and be horrified. She hid her face behind her hands as he buried his face in between her legs and inhaled deeply. She blushed furiously as she felt his nose burying deeper in the cleft made by her panties.

She wanted to make him stop. It was embarrassing. She didn't know why she felt wet. But it was his fault for making her body feel this way. And she wanted to speak and blame him when she felt the thrust of his tongue at the center of her crotch. She screamed, unfamiliar by the shivers her body was suffering.

Her knees bent and her legs opened wider. It was like her body was having a mind of its own. She was in ecstasy.

He continued to lick her through her underwear, only stopping to nibble and nuzzle her inner thigh, or the back of her knees, or her ankles. The t*****e never stopped and Sophia had a vague feeling it was not enough. Her body wanted more. Demanding for more. Expecting more.

Lucas watched as Sophia reached for the hem of her nightgown and hurriedly undressed. She realized, however, that he was in between her thighs and she couldn't take off her panties. Lucas only smiled and took the matters into his hands and tear it off. l*****g away the sting at her hip where the garter nicked.

Then there it was. Sophia in her n***d glory. The angel as tempting as a fallen one. An angel who could save him from himself. An angel who could embrace him to safety.

For the first time in his life, Lucas didn't hate his self.

"Touch me, please." She begged. "I need-I don't know what I need. Just..touch me, please."

As if she even needed to beg, Lucas would give anything she wanted for free. Then he probed, coaxed, and ignited.

Sophia had never felt so free. She held on to her husband in fear she would float away from earth. She flew higher and higher still. Until she couldn't take any more.

And when she thought she wouldn't feel any more good, her lover took the little button in between her legs inside his mouth, letting it more swollen and taut from it had been. Sophia's lower belly tightened and trembled. Her hips moving, pulling away or closer, she didn't know. Then she felt his finger inside her. not fully embedded. Just an inch. Pushing and withdrawing. The sensation was too unfamiliar and magnificently sweet she wanted it to last.

But the feeling of emptiness was still there and Sophia didn't know how to ease the ache. "More."

At her next breath, his finger was inside her so deeply she cried out. And before she couldn't get used to it, it retreated and pushed back. He repeated the action, relentlessly taking her to the edge of release but never letting her fall in the depth.

He made her wet and slick with his mouth and fingers. He continuously touched until she was ready to take her.

Finally, when Lucas felt her tightening around his fingers, he knew that she was close. He pulled out his fingers to give way for his shaft. He kissed her first before plunging deeply.

His size overwhelmed her, she climaxed. Lucas felt her release in every inch of his manhood. She clutched him so tightly he almost came. But he held back and savored her throbbing and trembling around him.

Her welcoming warmth accepted him as he started to thrust his hips shallowly, letting her adjust to him and soothing the pain as well. But all she did was clung to his sweaty body and sank her nails, urging him to go faster.

"Oh, Leo. Please."

Something snapped inside him and next thing he knew he was riding her so hard the headboard banged against the bedroom wall. He took her like a man deprived of warmth and softness. He thrust faster and harder with nothing in mind but the satisfaction their bodies wanted-needed.

Suddenly, he felt Sophia trembled and stiffened in c****x and held her the same way she was holding him as he shouted and poured himself into her. Her name was like a talisman between his lips.

It was heartbreaking that his angel didn't know his name.

Languidly, she stretched and smiled sultry, calling him. "Leo, that was amazing."

He hated that name. "I'm not Leo."

"I don't understand."

"I'm his twin, Lucas Beaumont."

The deep seductive gaze she had a while ago was replaced in dread. Abruptly, Lucas found himself cold as she pulled away and stood away from the bed.

He was back to hating himself. His black soul suddenly waking up after getting a slice of heaven. "I'm curious, you see. What kind of bride my brother got because of the merger." His lips formed a mirthless smile. "As usual, he got the best one."

"How dare you?" Sophia took her nightgown and covered her body. The body that was his for a while. "Get out! Now! You're disgusting!"

You're disgusting.

Lucas Beaumont found his non-existent heart broke. He stared as the angel to his demon stared at him with so much animosity he almost begged for forgiveness.

But Lucas was the black twin. He wouldn't beg for anyone. He was the sinner and they expected him to be soulless. He was beyond saving.

Until Sophia, he didn't know just how badly he wanted to be saved.