For Better Or Worse

A married woman – happy or not – is
still a married woman. This thought was
not enough to deter me from the sight I was taking in.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I returned, newly dried, to the parlor to find
Victoria sitting in a blanket in front of the lit fireplace.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Clad in my own garments, her hair still
damp, firelight playing against her skin…I wanted nothing more than to love her
to the fullest extent that I could.

Before Katrina, these thoughts
never existed in my mind, but now they refused to leave.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> The two of us had always spoke of being
intimate with one another, but Katrina is the only one who had any taste of
pleasure – she always changed her mind once her body found its much needed
freedom. My self-control was waning.

“Ichabod?”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Victoria snapped me back into reality.

“Yes?”

“Where were you just then?”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Her eyes were coming back to life.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> My face reddened and she noticed.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “The way you’ve been looking at me…”

“Victoria, I’m sorry.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I…”

“…it intrigues me.”

Needless to say, I was
shocked. “What?”

“When you look at me, you appear to
be feasting and starving all at once.”

“It was improper of me.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I apologize.”

“Feast,” she whispered.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I feared that my ears had deceived me.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “You look as though you have been starving
your entire life. Have you?”

My mouth opened before my mind
could reason with it. “Yes.”

“My husband devours until my body
goes limp. He is no more than a greedy
boar.”

“He hurts you then as well?”

Her eyes clouded with shame.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “My pain is his pleasure.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Do you wish to do the same?”

“I wish to drink from you,” I
confessed, not listening to rational thought.
“I wish you only pleasure.”

“Your desires are based solely on
what you see…”

“No,” I insisted.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “You are beautiful, but you are far
more. The intelligence that you have locked
away, but I can plainly see, rivals that beauty – it makes you all the more
desirable.”

She smiled at me.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “The same is true of you.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I have read so much about you - your mind is
as intriguing as…” She blushed.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “…your physicalf.”lf.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> My face grew flush as she admitted her
attraction to me.

“You are married,” I said, knowing
it did not matter to either of us.

“And you are starving.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Your needs outweigh my marital status…and
shall quench a thirst we are both dying of.”

At those words, I let my lips touch
hers. The contact was unlike anything I
had ever experienced. Katrina’s kisses
lacked in emotions, but Victoria’s were overflowing with them.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Gently, I tilted her body so her back was
resting on the blanket. Despite the
heat from the fire, she was still shivering.

I pressed
my body against hers and let it rule over my mind. Victoria’s kisses were as hungry as mine, her hands as
curious. She had left the top buttons
of my borrowed shirt open, allowing me to devour hlendlender neck.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Her fingers entangled themselves in my hair,
holding me closer to her. Passion and
lust overrode my senses.

“Ichabod…”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She moaned my name.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> My name. It was the very first time any woman had ever said my name in
such a way. It sent powerful jolts of
desire through my veins. “Let me feed
you.” I tore my lips from her neck and
looked up at her – her face held a smile that was sinful.

Her hands
began to pull my clothing from my body, at which my arousal heightened to an
almost painful state…then her lips found me.
Her kisses ran along my inner thighs, her tongue tracing torturous
circles on my flesh. I nearly suffered
one of my fainting spells when she engulfed me in the warmth of her mouth.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She took note of this and released me, her
hands taking the place of her mouth.

“Are you
all right?” she asked, her cheeks crimson.

“I…I…It’s
just that I’ve never felt…”

Her head
tilted to the side. “Ichabod, you truly
have never had…any pleasure?” I could
not find my voice, so I simply shook my head.
Victoria crawled up my body and staintointo my eyes.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Have you never had a lover?”

“I have
never been wed,” I said, my mind clouded.

“I did not
ask if you had a wife, Ichabod, I asked if you had a lover.”

Obviously
fidelity was not an issue with Victoria – after all, her husband was hardly
worth being faithful to – but her way of thinking seemed so…unusual.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> My curiosity, among other things, was piqued
and I had to ask the question that was burning into my mind.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Victoria, how is it that your thinking is
so, um…”

She smiled
at me again. “My father has traveled
extensively, Ichabod. He always brought
back trinkets and books…books that were not meant for my eyes.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She lowered her lips to my ear and
whispered, “I read them anyway.”

“Oh…”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Nothing intelligent could make its way from
my brain to my mouth.

“I never
thought that I would be able to try anything that I read.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Hector would surely punish me if he knew
about the literature that I became privy to.
Does it bother you?”

“N…no.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> You mean to tell me that you have never
done…” All I could do to finish that
thought was look down between my legs.
She shook her head. “Well, you
are quite good.” She laughed heartily
at my very inappropriate comment.

She kissed
me, more passion flowing through her than before. She pulled back and caressed my face. “I am very fond of you, Ichabod Crane. I have not laughed in quite some time.”

“Well, I
suppose that I should be thankful for my nerves then – they always cause the
wrong things to come out of my mouth.”

Her lips
found my chest. “Nothing you say can be
wrong.” My hands ran along her back,
which was still covered with my shirt.
“Do you wish to undress me?”

“I wish for
nothing more, Victoria.” I carefully
began to unbutton the shirt she wore – knowing that it was mine made the
situation all the more erotic. I felt
like a child on Christmas morning, unwrapping the one gift I had wanted more
than anything else in the world. She
was soon naked before me, my hands touching every inch of her flesh that they
could.

“Do you
want to feel what it is like to truly feast, Ichabod?” she asked, her voice
sultry, yet innocent all at once.

“Yes.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Still unsure of what was going to happen, I
watched as she rose from the floor. st
straddled my lap and soon the part of her body, which my lips and fingers had
already explored, was melding with the part of my body that she had brought to
life. She took me into her slowly,
causing my entire body to shudder in sheer pleasure. She smiled down at me, looking every bit the sinning angel she
was.

“How does it feel?”

I wrappe arm arms around her,
holding hs cls close to me as I could.
“Perfect.” She began to move her
hips and a high-pitched squeak slipped from my lips.

“I’ll be gentle with you,” she
cooed. I kissed her neck and breasts as
her hips began a rhythmic pace. She
began to moan and whimper as her pace quickened. She shifted her body and I felt myself slide deeper within
her. She was the world – there was
nothing else I could ever wanr. I
felt her tighten around me and my name passed her lips in a long, drawn out
sigh. Soon after, the most incredible
feeling imaginable passed through my body…

We found ourselves back on the
blanket in front of the fire; Victoria’s head was resting on my chest.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Her fingers were tracing a pattern along my
abdomen when she finally spoke.
“Ichabod, I am sorry that your first time was not with the one you are
meant to love.”

I shifted my body and tilted her
face to look at mine. “Victoria, it
was.”