It took a few weeks for the pain to subside. The horrible men that did that to me, were held at a camp north of us in Corydon. Their futures are unclear, but I have a feeling they will either be released or they will escape.

Oliver has not slept in our quarters since the incident saying I didn't need the disturbances, and I found him this morning in the parlor.

"Good morning." I said as I walked into the room.

"Good morning. How are you feeling today?" He asked.

"Still as good as yesterday and the day before." I sat straight up in my chair. "Are you working from home today?" I asked.

"Actually, I'm just finishing up. Would you fancy a ride before the weather turns figid? Maybe ride into town?"

"Absolutely, just let me change."

I changed, and he met me in the stable and had our horses ready. We took our time making it to town, and even picked up a few trinkets for Christmas for the staff. I shivered against the cold as we walked in town. He wrapped an arm around me. "I think the temperature is dropping, we should head home."

Once we arrived home, he helped me off of my horse. He didn't back away, and my body slid against his until my feet hit the ground.

"Naomi." He just looked down at me.

"Yes?" I said, and he lifted my chin to look at him.

"People are asking questions. It's time to consummate this marriage." He said, and I could feel my blush.

"Have you ever been kissed by a man?"

I shook my head no.

"It's time." He said as he lowered his head and placed his lips on mine. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and his arms pulled me in close, as he parted my lips with his and his tongue massaged mine. My heart raced, and my knees grew weak.

He pulled back. "Tonight, you will officially be mine." He walked off leaving me standing like a confused baboon.

I worried all day. Is it going to hurt? Will I be with child tomorrow? What if he doesn't like me? What if it's rough? So many thoughts filtered through my mind, but one of them being that I'm falling for the man I married.

His strong embrace in the barn gave me a physical reaction I've never known. Sure, I've had urges and thoughts about making love, but never has a man embraced me while a strong desire consumed me. This is a part of life, and a responsibility of being a wife.

Not once have I had the urge to defy him or make him crazy like I originally planned. My father couldn't have done better at picking my groom.

I don't have to defy him, because he says nothing about my wild ways. I've endulged in spirits, and he joined me, dressed how I felt comfortable, and he just encouraged me. I may have found the man that is capable of taming me.

Dinner was quiet at usual. Neither Mae or Oliver are people of many words. I'm usually the talkative one, but tonight I'm scared. That is, until I felt a strong hand clasp mine.

I looked over at Oliver, and he gave me an understanding smile.

After dinner, Claire helped me out of my dinner dress. I'm not yet wearing a corset, so it made everything easier. I may never wear one again if my husband would allow.

I took a hot bath, then slipped into my clean shift . My hands were shaky, so Claire brushed my hair for me.

My shift does almost nothing to hide my body. I can see through it when I look in the mirror, even with the shimmering lamp light. I didn't know how long Oliver would be, so I stood in my favorite spot and stared out the window into the darkness.

The fireplace let out just enough heat, but I still shivered when he walked through the door.

He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, resting them above mine.

"Don't be so scared, it's a part of marriage and I will be gentle." He kissed my head before turning me around. He looked into my eyes. "It will be okay. This will not be a marriage without love. I can see it in your eyes, and I can feel it too."

"I know. Have you ever done this before?" I blinked up at him.

He nodded. "Yes."

"With your love in Canada?"

He shook his head. "No"

"I'll guide you, and everything will be perfect." He said, before lowering his head and kissing me. He walked us to the bed as he kissed me, then reached down for the hem of my shift and pulled it over my head exposing me to his eyes.

He grinned as he ran his thumb over my nipple which is unusually hard. "Perfection." He said, before kissing me again. I like this, no actually, I love how he kisses me.

His hand left my breast and trailed down my stomach. I grew more nervous when his fingers circled a very sensitive nub between my legs. I moaned, and he pulled back and smiled at me. "That isn't so bad." He said, and I smiled. "Not at all."

He walked a few steps backward and I landed on the bed. I watched as he undressed, and he is in every way very handsome.

I gasped when I saw what was inside those pants. "It will fit." He smirked, just as he climbed on top of me. His lips devoured mine, and his hand returned below between my thighs.

He slipped a finger inside me, and it took my breath away. He kissed my neck as he moved his finger more vigorously. I panted as he tickled my insides and made my toes curl.

He stopped and looked down at me. "I'm going to enter you." He spread my legs further apart, and positioned himself between my legs. "This is about more than creating life. This is how a man shows his wife how much he loves her."

He kissed my lips as he slowly pushed himself inside me. I winced in pain and he stopped.

"Breathe through it, Naomi. It'll fade in a few moments." He wiped the tear off my cheek. "I hate seeing you in pain. After this, making love won't ever hurt you again."

I nodded in understanding, and he slowly pulled away and pushed back in, but further this time. "You feel so good." He then kissed me again and pulled away like a moment ago. He moves slow and gently as I adjust to him. His hips move up and down as he thrusts inside of me a little harder and faster, but still gently.

"Are you okay?" He asked, and I nodded. "You feel good now." He smiled down at me and watched me, as he worked his body against mine.

My hips started moving like my body knew what to do. "You're so good." He let out. His jaw is dropped as he sped up, and he ravished my lips while moaning into my mouth.

I gasped. "Oliver somethings happening." My hips jerked and a tingling sensation took over. He thrusted even faster. "Oh god, you're...it's your pleasure..oh god." He cried out.

I felt the need to say his name over and over again. He buried his head into the pillow my head lays on and his body became stiff. "What's wrong?" I asked.

He jerked. "I'm... spilling... inside you." He cried out, and I could tell talking wasn't easy. After a few more jerks, and a grunt, he relaxed on top of me and caught his breath.

He lifted his head and ran his thumb down my cheek. "You've given yourself to me, and our marriage is consumated. Are you okay?"

I nodded. "I like consumating." I said, and he laughed, and I can still feel him inside me. "I'm very glad to hear that, Naomi."

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