Bryantt awakened, feeling stronger than he had. He laid in bed for a minute or two, stretching and testing what hurt and how badly. As he did so he thought about the Countess and her penchant for jewels, clothing, wine, whisky and dice. He knew he had to deal with her. He had to bring her into line.
He climbed from the bed and walked to the bathing room. The servant girl had filled the tub with hot water and there were two large buckets of warm water on the table beside the bathing tub for rinsing. He bathed quickly and put on his britches and a soft silk shirt. He did not bother to put on shoes as he walked to Vivienne’s room.
He dismissed the guard at her door and waited for him to leave. When the guard was gone he slowly opened the door. He looked down at her laying there on the soft feather bed. She looked so peaceful lying there. He smiled, knowing how to bring the Countess into line.
He slowly pushed back the blankets and climbed into bed beside her. She stirred and pushed back against him, then realizing that there was someone in bed with her she began to scream and pull back from him. His hand covered her mouth and he whispered in her ear, “Good morning my love” You could hear the smile in his voice as he whispered the words. “I hope you slept well,” he said. She stopped fighting and turned toward him with anger on her face. He took his hand away from her mouth.
Bryantt smiled and whispered to her as he held her in his arms. “Who pays those guards my love? You don’t anymore. They know that I am in charge now.”
Before she could protest his hand moved to her breast and he pressed his lips to hers. He held her tightly. She resisted at first then began to resist less and respond more. He knew that she had not been in the arms of a man for a long time, probably not since her late husband had died. Her late husband had not been a great man but he was known at the brothel to be a passionate lover. Some of the girls had said he could last all night if he had not been drinking too heavily.
Bryantt felt a passion for this woman. What man wouldn’t. She was beautiful beyond words and she had a heart of gold. He blamed her late husband for turning her to drink and for not reeling in her lavish lifestyle. If he had paid more attention to her and to the town that he served, then things might have worked out differently for them both. But now he must deal with the Lady Vivienne the best way he knew how.
He kissed her tenderly, holding her, and then crushed her to him kissing her hard. He stopped abruptly. She looked up at him, startled. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
Her face flushed. Her breathing was shallow and quick. “No,” she said, closing her eyes and leaning her head on his chest. “God help me, no. I have dreamed about you, dreamed about being in your arms.”
He kissed her ear and whispered, “I should have done this a long time ago.”
They melted into each other, riding the highs and lows of their passion, carried away by it. When it was done and they lay together, Vivienne smiled. “So Bryantt, is this how I am to expect to be awakened every morning once we are married?” The grin on her face almost too big for her pretty lips.
“Yes” he answered. “Yes my love”
“Then marry me now my love” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down on top of her. “I cannot wait for my wake up call tomorrow morning.”