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Chapter 5: “Ever Thine, Ever Mine” (NSFW — MC x Mr. Sinclaire)

Rating: Mature content

(A/N: It is my first NSFW post… but I hope you guys enjoy *blushing in the corner…*)

Summary: It is Clara and Mr. Sinclaire’s first night together. He has tried his best to resist her throughout all these months. Now, after their wedding, there is nothing holding him back anymore.

Pairing: Mr. Sincaire x MC (Clara)

Words: about 2500

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Choices by Pixel Berry

Note: This mini series called “Marrying you” is about the final preparations for MC and Mr. Sinclaire’s wedding, their wedding day and night and their honeymoon… I hope you guys enjoy it :) Thank you for stopping by.

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Marrying you: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Mr. Sinclaire finds himself pacing around the room, trying to calm down. The last time he felt this nervous was this morning whilst waiting for his bride — now his wife. He looks at his pocket watch and realises that he has been waiting for her for almost an hour. ‚Did she change her mind? Did she fall asleep in her bedchamber? Does she need something?‘, his head was racing and he knew, he could not wait any longer… he had to make sure that she was alright.

Slowly, he approaches the door to her chamber and knocks on it „My Lady?“, he opens the door slightly „I was wondering… is there anything I can do for you?“, his eyes fixed at the door frame whilst he waited for her sweet voice.

„Pray, come in, Ernest“, as he does like asked, he sees her sitting at her vanity table, brushing her long golden hair. Mr. Sinclaire shuts the door behind him and notices she is smiling at him through the mirror. Clara is wearing a beautiful long white muslin chemise with a sweetheart neckline and sleeve ruffles — he blushes at the sight of her beauty. „Thank you for your gift, Sir. It is stunning…“, her fingers brushing along her collier carefully.

Mr. Sinclaire walks to her, never taking his eyes off her. „Not as stunning as you, darling. I thought it could match the beauty of your eyes… how foolish of me!“, she blushes at the sound of his compliment. Pushing her hair aside, he lowers himself and brushes his warm lips at the nape of her neck. „Do you need any assistance with your necklace, dear?“, Clara shivers with the touch of his lips and his hands caressing her shoulders.

„Thank you, Husband. However, I would like to keep it on a while longer…“, she puts her brush down on the dressing table and stands up turning to Mr. Sinclaire „I should apologise for keeping you waiting“, she crosses her hands before her „It is just… I was, I am a little…“, she struggles finding the right words.

„Nervous?“, his smile is kind and understanding and she nods. „I do not want you to feel pressured, love. We do not have to… if you are not ready, I can wait“, he reaches for her hands, „There is a surprise waiting for you in our marital chambers. We could just go over there, snog under the covers and talk about…“, before he ends his sentence, she puts a finger over his lips silencing him.

„I want nothing more than to be with my husband in our wedding night…“, she raises herself on her tiptoes and places a soft kiss on his lips — taking advantage of his half undone shirt, she caresses the exposed skin of his chest, sending a shiver down his spine. Mr. Sinclaire pulls her closer, deepening the kiss. All he needed was for her to be certain because he knew it in his bones — he wants her, he needs her. Passion takes over gradually and his hands travel her body — she pulls his shirt over his head.

Breathless, her lips leave his and her eyes roam across his toned upper body — her hands touching a man’s chest for the first time, feeling his muscles flexing with her touch. Clara’s lips part as she sucks in a quiet gasp. Her hands lowering, reaching his waistline and tracing lines from his hips to the buttons of his pantaloons. She looks at Mr. Sinclaire, bitting her lips, noticing that he is holding his breath whilst she undoes one of the buttons. „On second thoughts…“, she smiles naughtily, then turns around and walks to the door that leads to their marital chamber „I would rather find out what kind of surprise awaits for me on the other side of that door“. Before she opens it, he rushes behind her turning her body to face him and firmly pinning her against the door.

One hand holding her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair; whilst his other hand moves lower, sliding under her buttock „You do not tease me, Mrs. Sinclaire for I do not know if I can hold back any longer“. She hears his husky voice on her ear, he is breathing erratically. Mr. Sinclaire looks at her, his blue eyes are darker with desire. He run his hands under her thighs, lifting her up and she hooks her legs around his waist whilst he lightly bites her neck. Groaning he asks „Do you want me to slow down?“, his eyes trying to find hers.

She looks at him through hooded eyes „It is just perfect, Husband“, this is all he needed to know. He grips her hips hard, trailing wet kisses from her neck down to her collarbone and to her cleavage. He notices her harden nipples through the chemise and he brushes his lips over them — Clara lets out a soft moan. His left hand searches blindly for the doorknob, quickly opening it to take his wife to bed. She cups his cheeks and stare intensely into his eyes, knowing she is minutes away to be his and to make him hers.

„Look around, love“, Mr. Sinclaire whispers as they enter the room. Clara’s jaw drops to see his surprise. Scattered through the room she sees many vases of light pink and white roses, Clara’s favourite.

She looks at him with teary eyes, deeply touched by his gesture, knowing he went through great lengths to find them „These… how did you find this many roses at this time of the year?“.

„Every man has his secrets and I am not going to disclose this one… however, be assured of this, I would do anything for you, my Clara“, she smiles, locking eyes with him.

Shaking her head and smiling to herself, she mumbles „I would never dare to doubt you, Sir…“. Holding his gaze, she slowly undresses herself by the sound of the rain in the background — letting her chemise fall to the floor, exposing her naked body. Mr. Sinclaire breathes heavy by the sight of hers. His eyes roaming across her body trying to memorise every curve, every inch of her. „If you are waiting for an invitation to join me, Mr. Sinclaire…“, she smiles coyly as he lunges forward swalling her words into a fervent kiss.

His hands touch her exposed skin for the first time, sending a shock wave through her body. He caresses her perfectly shaped breasts „You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen“, he whispers whiles kissing the nape of her neck and letting out a low growl. In a sudden move, he picks her up in his arms and his lips move from her neck to her two mounds of flesh, taking one into his mouth — she gasps, pulling her head back.

Mr. Sinclaire carries her carefully to the window seat behind them. Gently, he lowers her, sitting her down before pushing her into the cushions. He takes a pillow and throws it on the floor, kneeling before her. He grabs he thighs firmly and pulls her to him — his lips trail wet kisses along her inner thighs and she moans softly enjoying every contact he makes with her skin. Throwing her one last glance, he settles his mouth between her legs, tasting the juices of her Venus’ honeypot for the first time. A little uncomfortable with the new experience, she looks for his eyes and whispers his name „Ernest?“

„I am here, sweetheart“, he notices that she seems a bit scared „Remember when I told you that if I did my job properly, I would get you to relax?“, she nods, biting her lips, „Well, this will help you to relax… do you trust me?“, he reaches for her hand, holding it gently and she nods once again. Mr. Sinclaire lowers his head, licking her slick folds insatiably — noticing she is becoming wetter from his touch, he inserts one finger slowly into her. He raises his head, watching carefully her reaction as her grip on his hand tightens. He pumps it in and out a few time, slowly at first but increasing his pace gradually. Mr. Sinclaire realises she is relaxing and enjoying the experience, so he inserts another finger into her, causing her to tremble as he thrusts in and out of her.

He enjoys the sight of her being pleasured by him, all he wants from this night is that she feels safe and loved. After a while, he slowly removes his fingers, picking her up once again and carrying her to the edge of their bed „Would you finish what you started in the other room, Mrs. Sinclaire?“, he looks at the buttons of his trousers and she blushes by the sight of the bulge on his pants. „No teasing this time…“, he smirks. Slowly she undoes the buttons and when his clothes hit the floor, she swallows hard by the sight of his manhood.

„I do not think I have ever see anything quite like this before… this is quite large!“, she covers her mouth after hearing the words that were coming out — she could not believe that she had said it out loud.

Mr. Sinclaire arches his brow, looking intensely at her „Oh, yes? And how many have you seen before, if you do not mind my asking, Wife!?“, he asks provocatively.

„Not many… I mean not any… I mean in the gardens, yes… the statues“, she closes her eyes and presses her lips into a line frustrated with herself, „Argh, you know what I mean, Mr. Sinclaire!“.

He smirks at her amused by her disconcertedness „No, I do not. Care to clarify? Is there anything you would like to share with me, in a full sentence this time, Mrs. Sinclaire?“

She looks at her hands resting on her thighs „All I wanted to say is that it is larger than I expected…“, she blushes.

He raises her chin in both of his hands, so his eyes meet hers „Well, I am glad you like it…“.

Feisty she says: „I do not remember saying that, Sir!“.

Mr. Sinclaire was clearly not expecting this reaction „So, you do not like it then?“, he asks surprised.

„I did not say it either, Mr. Sinclaire…“, she moves further up the bed, „And stop teasing me, Husband!“, Mr. Sinclaire laughs and she asks teasingly „I wonder if you would enjoy it as much, if I left to my bedchambers“, she stares at him, brushing her fingers over her lips.

„Nobody is going anywhere, my Lady… not until you get what you deserve“, he watches as she opens her legs for him. He strokes his member a few times before following her up the bed, kissing her legs on the way „You have no idea how crazy you make me…“, he whispers.

„Hmm“, she enjoys the touch of his lips on her skin, „And what is that that I deserve?“.

„I am more of a practical man, love, you will have to wait and see…“, he kisses her belly and up to her breasts — he covers them with his hands, giving them the full attention they deserve… her moans getting louder. He watches her reaction for a while, resuming the kissing of her body until he is face to face to her „You do know that it could hurt a little, right?“, she nods, „I would never cause you any pain purposely, I hope you know that… I will try to be gentle, however…“.

Clara smiles shyly as she feels his engorged member touching her skin for the first time „I am ready, Ernest…“. He kisses her lips gently, one of his hands caressing her cheeks. Slowly, he pushes it into her — she holds her breath until he is fully in. Her eyes are pressed together, a couple of tears running down her temples as she grimaces with pain.

„I am so sorry, love“, he watches her reaction, resting his forehead against hers, giving her time to adapt to the feeling of him inside of her.

She opens her eyes, cupping his cheeks „I am fine, Ernest… it is alright“, he kisses her lips passionately and starts moving slowly against her body. Soon, the expression of pain disappears from her face and by the sounds coming out of her mouth, he could say that she is enjoying it too. Picking up the pace, he thrusts harder and faster „Pray, do not stop…“, she says turning her face to the side and moaning into a pillow.

„I would never…“, his voice is deep and his breath is shallow.

She arches against him, digging her fingers into his back and he moans with pleasure. Clara sinks her teeth gently into his neck and he gasps – she tightens around him. She pushes back into him as he thrust faster and deeper „I have been waiting for this for so long…“, he whispers.

She loses herself in a feeling of pleasure she has never felt before — her body convulsing as she cries out his name in a loud gasp of air „Ernest!“. This is the cue he needs to let go… picking up speed, he looks at her face smiling briefly, enjoying the feeling of her muscle tightening around his manhood. He presses his face to her neck and grunts out a breathy gasp as he spills inside her.

After a minute trying to catch his breath, he looks at her satisfied face and smiles „I love you, Mrs. Sinclaire“, he presses a soft kiss to her lips before gently pulling out of her. He reaches for his bedside cabinet, grabbing a cloth. Mr. Sinclaire cleans her carefully before moving to her side, pulling the covers over both of them.

She nestle into him, brushing her finger across his chest „I love you, Ernest…“. She giggles thinking about the amazing feeling she has just felt minutes ago — her body still feeling the aftershocks.

„What is it, love?“, he caresses her damp hair.

She turns her head up „I… I enjoyed it quite a lot“, she smiles coyly „Do you think… we could… do it again?“, she asks blushing.

He chuckles and leans in for a kiss, whispering „As if I could handle myself around you…“, he caresses her back „We have all the time in the world. We only have to leave the bed tomorrow for our honeymoon, sweetheart“, her lips reaches for his again and he feels so blessed right now, having the love of his life finally by his side and he knows that it is forever.

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Read More: Marrying you: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

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Once again, saved by the bell. 😂🏃 I love this so much- you have no idea. It’s my coping mechanism since I finished D&D and am waiting for book two. 😂

Chapter 3: The “S” Question (Marrying You - MC x Mr. Sinclaire)

Book: Desire & Decorum

Summary: Clara and Mr. Sinclaire are getting married in a few days. Everything should be perfect but something her grandmother said is bothering her. Will Mr. Sinclaire be able to ease her mind?

Pairing: Mr. Sincaire x MC (Clara)

Characters: Mr. Sinclaire, Lady Clara

Words: about 1250

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Choices by Pixel Berry

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Marrying you: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4

Clara and Mr. Sinclaire have wandered together through the Gardens of Edgewater for uncountable times. It was indeed a habit of his to take Clara for walks before their weekly supper at her residence — these strolls would usually take up to one hour as they shared with each other what they have been up to through the week. He would never admit it, however, he loved Clara’s chatty self and how she would always comes up with new ways to tease him.

This afternoon specifically, a few days away from their wedding, there was something different about her that Mr. Sinclaire could not quite grasp. It has been almost twenty minutes since Clara said something — it is so completely out of her character that he started to count the minutes on his pocket watch.

„You once told me that strolls like this were meant for social interaction, dear. However, I have not heard much of you today. Is there anything you would like to share with me?“ He stops in front of a bench, holding her hand in his. „Are you worried about the wedding? Is there anything I can do for you, my Lady?“

Clara smiles embarrassed, feeling caught in her mind absence. She is not one to hide her thoughts, especially not from Mr. Sinclaire, however, this one she could not… she would not, out of her own choice, discuss with him.

„You do not worry, Sir. There has been things on my mind, however, nothing worth your time“, she shakes her head as if she could shake her worry away and gives him a forced smile „How are you feeling now that we are just days away of becoming husband and wife?“

Mr. Sinclaire knows Clara like the palm of his hand — so he thinks. However, in this particular occasion, he is right about her. There is indeed something she has been trying to hide. „I could not be happier. Not only because I am marrying the most beautiful and intelligent maiden in all of the Kingdom. I must confess that wedding preparations are all sorts of ordeal“. Clara chuckles for she knows Mr. Sinclaire must have been bored to death deciding decorations and dishes for the traditional wedding day breakfast. He takes her to the bench and they sit down to admire the trees, which are starting to change the colours of their leafs. The weather is awfully warm for an Autumn late afternoon, however, it is not as if they would complain — there was still hope that the wedding reception could take place outside. Mr. Sinclaire caresses her hand, looking into her eyes, „I admire your effort to converse with me, however, I can see that there is something you are not telling me… whatever it is, I do not want it standing between us, love“.

Clara knew, he would never let it go. Since Mr. Sinclaire opened his heart to her about his feelings towards her and his wife’s relationship with the Duke, he promised never to hide anything from her again — it goes without saying that he expected the same from Clara.

„If you must know, Mr. Sinclaire. I have actually a question, however, I do not think you would appreciate my asking“, Clara breaks eye contact and try to organise her thoughts before spilling it all out.

„Whatever it is, I would never judge you, my Lady“. He tries to reassure her looking for her eyes. However, she tries to avoid his as if she was ashamed of her thoughts. So, he squeezes her hand showing his support.

„I… hmm… I have a question… it is about our wedding night“, she whispers hoping he will not be able to hear it. She looks at Mr. Sinclaire and realises he is flushing shades of red. „I told you that you would not appreciate my asking!“.

Visibly uncomfortable with Clara’s question, he looks to the opposite side of hers and mumbles, „Next time I will make sure to listen to you, my Lady“. He reaches to tug his collar - it has suddenly gotten hotter, he thinks. „We are having quite the heat wave, do you not think?“, turning his head back to her just to see her giggling. He raises an eyebrow, „Do you not think that on these sort of questions you should rather consult with your grandmother, Lady Clara?“

„Actually, we already talked about it… I mean, she talked and I… I almost cried of fear. The things she told me are giving me nightmares“. Clara flushes just remembering some of the details.

Mr. Sinclaire chuckles „I know I will regret it, however, I have to ask. What did she say that scared you so much? And pray, spare me the intimate details of your grandmother’s life“. He tries to avoid her eyes as he cannot believe they are discussing „baskett-making“ al fresco.

The words keep coming out of her mouth without any pausing for breath, „She told me it is going to be extremely painful, uncomfortable and I would bleed. That I have to face this night with no symptom of desire or lust whatsoever for I am pure and a virgin — these desires are dormant inside me, still to be awaken and I may look upon what we are doing with horror. Basically, my job is to lay on the bed by your side wondering what fate has in store for me and at your disposal“. Clara looks at him scared for her life as he tries to organise in his mind everything Clara has just said. He has never heard his fiancée talking so fast in his life.

After a few seconds in silence, Mr. Sinclaire cannot hold back the laughter for he has never heard such poppycock. He looks at her not even knowing where to start. „My Lady, pardon my reaction… it is just… this is blood-curdling. One could even wonder how women survive such a torturous night“. Clara narrows her eyes because she knows he is making fun of her. Mr. Sinclaire takes her hand in his and kiss it. „Sweetheart, your grandmother — and with this I mean no disrespect — is from a different time. I am not an expert in the matter of first times for I have only slept with one woman before, however, I can assure you that almost none of it applies to us“.

„Almost none of it?“, Clara looks at him unsure.

„See, it might hurt and you might feel some discomfort, it could even bleed a little. It is okay to be nervous about it, I am nervous too. However, if I do my job properly… if I get you to relax, I am sure you will enjoy it as much as I will. Also, I would never want you to do something you are not comfortable with… if you are not ready, I’ll be glad to wait for you“. Mr. Sinclaire leans in and kisses her cheek.

Clara smiles for a quick second and than looks at him curious „Wait a minute… what is exactly your job? What will you be doing to make me relax?“. As Mr. Sinclaire hears her further questions, he starts coughing uncontrollably and in that second the bell for supper rings.

He stands up nervously and takes her hand helping her to her feet. „Oh, thank God!“, he mumbles to himself. „Well, my Lady, we will have to discuss this matter another day. We do not want to let your Lady Grandmother waiting, do we?“. Mr. Sinclaire starts walking briskly.

“But Mr. Sinclaire…”, Clara tries to keep up with him through the gardens, on the way to the manor.

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