C'est la fin. No more. Caput. Don't you come round here no more, ya hear? I feel awful when people put my story on story alert or send me reviews telling me to write more after I've finished. I'm done, story over.

Anyway, now to get on with that ending….

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Belle protested when he lifted his head.

"I have to set you down for a moment, sweetheart," he murmured, gently sliding her down his body holding onto her until he was sure she had gained her footing. He moved to the side of the bed in the darkness, struck a match, and lit the candles all around the bed. "Now, where were we?" he asked wickedly, returning to her side.

"I seem to remember you promising me a memorable wedding night, husband."

"Well then, I'd better get started," he said, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed. He laid her down gently against the black silk sheets and then straightened. Holding out a hand to silence her, he began to remove his jacket.

Belle slipped off her wrap and snuggled under the covers, watching him from the safety of her mound of blankets.

He could feel the heat of her large brown eyes on him despite being unable to see most of her. He found it rather unfair but reassured himself that he would see her soon enough. He began to unbutton his shirt slowly exposing the muscled expanse of skin and sinew. There was a light dusting of hair over his chest which grew thicker and coarser as it tapered down to a V that disappeared into his waistband.

Belle gulped as he shrugged off the shirt.

When his hands moved to the waistband of his trousers, he heard a distinct rustling noise. He looked up to find his wife completed enveloped by the blankets. He sighed. "Belle?"

"Yes," came a muffled response from the vicinity of the pile.

"What are you doing?" he asked patiently.

"I…um…nothing," she replied.

"Will you come out from under there?"

She hesitated. "No…no I don't think I will."

"Alright then."

She gasped as she felt the bed dip. When she opened her eyes she found herself staring into the handsome face of her very naked husband who had taken the initiative and slipped into bed with her while she was busy hiding. "Hi," she said weakly.

"Hi," he said, laughter sparking in his eyes. His hand moved to the strap of her dress. "This is very pretty. Do you think you would mind it terribly if I took it off?"

She looked as if she would dearly mind having her one shield of defense taken away but she said nothing of the sort. "If you must…I mean…of course not." She sat up and allowed him to pull the slinky fabric over her head. "Adam?"

His eyes were glowing, singeing her with their heat. "You are so beautiful," he murmured awed.

"Adam."

He kissed her gently as his hands wandered over her body.

She moaned into his mouth, returning the favor and running her hands over the glorious breadth of masculinity that was her husband. She earned several deep groans for her efforts.

Finally, when they were both panting from their explorations of each other using their hands and mouths and words, he tumbled her back against the bed. "Are you ready, Belle?" he asked, trying his best to get his breathing under control.

"Yes. Oh, yes."

He grinned down at her wickedly whispered to her to close her eyes.

She complied, now eager for what she had previously dreaded. Her husband had been so wonderful tonight she couldn't imagine that anything to come would ruin their night together.

She felt something begin to push at her entrance that was much larger than his finger. She steeled herself for the pain but none came. He continued to push in deeper until his entire length was encased in her. Still nothing. There was mild discomfort as her body adjusted to him, but she didn't feel as though it was unbearable. She opened her eyes to look at him. "Must have been all that riding."

He grinned. "Extra oats for Phillipe tomorrow." He began to move inside of her, slowly at first, then building in speed and pressure as she urged him on. Soon his thrusts were pounding her into the bed and shaking the bed as well, but she didn't care. She had never felt this all encompassing hunger before and she thought she would die if she didn't satisfy it. Suddenly a winding, coiling tension began to build inside of her. She wanted to scream in frustration. Then with another thrust, her world exploded like a thousand fireworks set off in a clear night sky. She felt as though she were flying. She was dimly aware of him continuing to thrust into her body until he collapsed against her, shuddering and convulsing with a low groan. She somehow sensed that he wasn't in any pain. Far from it, if he had experienced even half of what she had.

When they both recovered their eyes met and they smiled at each other. "Well, how do you think that went?" he asked. "Did I manage to meet your expectations?"

Her smile widened. "You exceeded them, stopping fishing for compliments, you arrogant bastard," she teased. "I do seem to remember you telling me that it would get better after the first time…"

His eyes widened. Then he grinned at her with a devilish gleam in his eyes. "There's only one way to find out…"

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I really hope you liked it. I enjoyed writing it. I do expect many reviews for this and for the original Wedding Night, which has a great deal of hits but very few reviews. It doesn't have to be much. Just type a little note saying what you liked, what you didn't. Please, please, please. I can no longer threaten to not write but I can threaten to remove the story. So PLEASE REVIEW!! Much love, Cat.