After a long day, finally, Geoffrey and Serena were left alone inside a private cabin in the train while their security and escorts were just outside.
Serena looked at Geoffrey a bit shyly. Sometimes, she could not understand why she feels so shy and insecure around him. It's not like they haven't spent time together, for god's sake they have been engaged for four years. They attended the same school, were both part of the student council, attended balls together, engaged in sexual relations as of late, and now, they were even married. However, she could not help herself.
It's like she knows him, but also did not know him at all. Maybe it's her fault to begin with because she never took the time to know him better. Still, he's different. Or maybe the question should be, was he different? or was it that she sees him now differently? In either case, she just thought that he was perfect in every single way.
Suddenly, she wanted to shower him with her love, but she was afraid that he'll feel suffocated by it. She also did not want to show him her wanton side. What if he gets turned off? Unconsciously, the fear and trauma of getting abandoned again was rampant in her being. While at the same time, the guilt of what she did in the past was beckoning her to have the need to please him, to be worthy of him.
It was crazy. Her thoughts were full of contradictions, and the only thing clear to her was that she loves him, and she would never want to lose him. That she would do everything in her power to ensure that his love for her, which she could not help but revel in, do not change no matter what.
With her musings, she was unsure which step to take. Thankfully, as always, she did not have to do anything, for Geoffrey took the lead.
Geoffrey gently assisted her to sit on the couch, as if she were a child who did not even know how to sit. She loves it, that even though he can be very dominating, he was also such a gentle and attentive lover at the same time.
He fastened her seatbelt while kneeling in front of her. The unintentional touch of his knuckles to her still clothed waist sending tingles all over her body. It was almost sinful that she wanted nothing more than to reach out to him and make him take her then and there.
Geoffrey looked up and their eyes met. Seeing the faint blush on her cheeks, he knew immediately what she was thinking. It was not unintentional for him to gently caress her waist with his knuckles. Truth was, he has been wanting to touch her, to make love to her, since he first saw her enter the cathedral. It's almost a pity that she changed out of her wedding dress too soon. He would have wanted to peel it off her himself. As if unwrapping the best gift god has given him in this life.
Serena saw that look on Geoffrey's face again. The one that just screams all his desire for her. Was he asking for permission or was he waiting for what she would do? Well, they were inside the train with just a flimsy door separating them from their guards. Also, it would be moving soon. The window was also see-through. There was the curtain, also, people would not see them given the train's route. She bit her lip.
Geoffrey wanted to chuckle. She was really considering it. He stood up to kiss her forehead before taking his seat. Although he wanted to take her then and there, it's their wedding day. He would rather they spend their first night as newly weds on a bed and not inside a train on a panicked jiffy.
Geoffrey took Serena's hand and intertwined their fingers. There was a moment of silence, as they both let everything that just happened a few hours ago sink in.
Serena wanted to bang her head somewhere. How could she interpret Geoffrey's look as wanting to have sex? Was it just her who's thinking that he wanted it just because she did? He was so nice and perfect. Plus, they only did it once after the first time considering that it's been almost two months since! He can't possibly consider taking her on a train on their wedding day of all days. The more she thought, the more mortified she was with herself.
Geoffrey observed Serena who was having an inner dialogue with herself. There was a time when she was as blank as a paper. When he did not know nor understand what's running in her head. But now, he can read her like the back of his hand. His eyes mooned. Truly, which man would not appreciate having his wife irrevocably attracted to himself?
Serena felt Geoffrey's hand lifting their intertwined hands and turned to look at what he's doing. Their eyes met again, and he smiled at her before kissing the back of her palm.
"This is the happiest day of my life, my princess." He confessed.
Serena's heart rate increased much more than she thought possible, and an explosion of fluttering butterflies erupted in her stomach. Gods, she did not know if it's a good thing, but every single time that Geoffrey would do or say something romantic, her responding emotions would be very intense. She did not know if it's her hormones or just that he was able to make her love him like she has never loved before. Whatever it was, she liked it. She liked it very much that she was afraid that she would never want to live without it ever again.
"It is mine too…" was all she could say in response, not knowing what to call him. His term of endearment not loss to her as he called her that once when they did it in the palace. The memory, still fresh, has been on replay in her mind the last 2 days. Her body, wanting nothing more than to reexperience it, wondering if it would be just as resplendent as she remembered.
They haven't even reached their destination and she was already drenched between her legs. In the recesses of her mind, she could only pray, 'so help me god'
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TBC
