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Rupert’s heart was racing after Taggie revealed that she wanted him and that she wanted him to take her upstairs to make love to her for the first time, he found himself frozen in shock. He knew he still had Taggie in his arms, her back to his chest as they stood in the garden to watch the dogs play but his mind was going haywire. Should he take her to bed? Yes he wants to, it was a moment he had fantasised about for what felt like an eternity, and yet, now that the opportunity was laid bare before him, uncertainty gripped him tightly.
He was acutely aware of the age difference, the weight of his past experiences, and the responsibility he felt to protect her innocence. Taggie was a radiant spirit, an angel in his eyes and the thought of being the one to ruin that purity terrified him. He loved her fiercely, and the pressure to ensure their first time together was unforgettable loomed large over him. In the chaos of his thoughts, amidst the barks of their dogs playing in the garden, he felt a strange mixture of excitement and caution war within him.
Rupert felt in his heart that it wasn't the right time, not with Cameron hanging over his head and knowing that they would have to keep their relationship a secret, especially from Declan. But, he couldn't help the fact that his brain couldn't stop imagining her naked upstairs in his bed. How she will feel and what she will taste like. He found himself thinking of all the things he could do to make her moan and to lose herself in ecstasy. He wanted her so much, too much, and he knew that she could now feel his erection pressing into her behind from thinking about it. Shit, he cursed when she shifted herself closer. This girl is going to be the death of me, he thought with a brief smile.
He didn't know how long they had been standing there but it was Taggie turning around with concern written all over her gorgeous face that seemed to do the trick of awakening him. Taggie let out a light chuckle, clearly noticing that he was surprised by what she had asked for. Her laughter was a melodic sound that brought him back to the present and chased away some of his apprehension. The stark contrast between the powerful notion of intimacy she had hinted at and the everyday mundanity of the dog filled garden made him grin.
Drawing upon his experience as an MP and Olympian did little to quell the awkwardness of the moment but then he knew Taggie had a way of bringing all his confidence to a sharp halt. “Erm” he chuckled nervously, a feeling that only she seemed to make him feel. “Let's get the dogs in, shall we?” Taggie nodded with flushed cheeks in agreement and called for Gertrude, who in return paid no attention to her, much to Rupert's amusement having already witnessed how unruly her pup could be. He whistled and was proud when all his dogs came running, along with Gertrude who was simply following the others.
After getting the dogs in, Rupert gave them all a bone for being good but also to occupy them. He took a moment to observe her stroking Beaver who was showing her what he had. “Oh, that’s lovely. You’re such a good boy” she laughed and looked up at Rupert who was watching in awe. She came over to stand by his side, with a lip between her teeth. He raised his hand to release it, “Are you sure about this? Tag, I would wait forever for you. There's no rush and besides I wa-” “Rupert, don't you think we've waited long enough? I need you. I don't know if I can go on like this” she huffed in a way Rupert found adorable but her words scared him. “What?! What do you mean by that?” he asked worriedly with a frown. “I mean, this … this sexual tension is killing me” she gestured to his body. He blinked a couple of times, letting her words sink in. It was clear then to him that the strain of their unexpressed desires was unbearable for her, just like it was to him. She needed him, and that truth rang through the air like a bell. Rupert couldn't help but revel in her audacity.
The way she articulated her need for him sent shivers down his spine, igniting a buried fire within. “Please say sexual again” he chuckled. “Shut up!” she giggled with him. Their playful banter masked the urgency of the situation, and as he pulled her closer, whispering sweetly in her ear, “Christ Tag if you feel like that why didn't you say so sooner” he nibbled her ear making her gasp in surprise. He felt a sense of relief wash over him. Perhaps the time was right for them after all. It was time to embrace the moment, to step beyond the hesitation and into the warmth that awaited them together.
Although she was the one who initiated the encounter, Rupert could sense her nervousness as he led her slowly upstairs to his bedroom and knew that he had to do his very best to make her feel comfortable.
Once they reached Rupert's bedroom, he closed the door behind them and took a moment to look into Taggie's eyes. He could see the fear and uncertainty in her gaze, but also the desire and longing. Rupert took a deep breath, he needed to take things slow and to do so, he needed to somehow control himself. He wrapped his arms around Taggie and pulled her close, feeling her heart racing against his chest. “Are you still sure, angel? We could snuggle under the sheets for a while, you know I’m more than content just by having you in my arms Tag” he murmured softly into her ear and felt her tremble.
When Rupert pulled back to look at her, she closed her eyes and let out a sigh, which to the relief of Rupert seemed calming as she let his warm embrace enveloped her. “I know, but I’m sure Rupert. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life than I am of the fact that I love you and need you. I can't stop loving you even if I tried”
Rupert found himself repeating what Taggie had just said in his mind as he looked into her eyes and God did it make his heart implode. Her words were like a soothing balm to his soul, bringing him a sense of peace and contentment that he had never experienced before. The two of them stood there, wrapped up in their own little world, oblivious to everything else around them. “I love you and need you more than you’ll ever know” Rupert couldn't help but lean in and gently press his lips to her, eliciting a soft moan from her. The sound of her pleasure only served to fuel his passion. “I promise I’ll show you just how much you mean to me, forever and always angel” and he deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over her body.
He had been longing for this moment for what felt like an eternity. To have Taggie here in his bedroom, in his arms, was a dream come true. He could feel the connection between them, stronger than ever before, and he knew that this was where they were meant to be. As they continued to kiss, Rupert made a silent vow to himself. He would do everything in his power to make her happy, to show her how much he loved her, and to never let her go. Forever and always , he would be there for her, through thick and thin, in sickness and in health. This was his promise to her, and he intended to keep it.
Rupert could feel Taggie's body tense up as he touched her in new and unfamiliar ways, but he didn't rush her. Instead, he took his time, exploring every inch of her body with his hands, memorising her beautifully curvy body for the first time, itching to take her clothes off. There was a gentleness in his approach, a respect for the boundaries that might still be drawn by her comfort, making sure every move was consensual and comforting. He slowly walked her back towards the bed until the back of her legs hit the mattress. His movements were deliberate, his gaze never straying from her face, reading every flicker of emotion to ensure she was not just okay, but truly at ease with his actions.
He sat her down gently, his eyes locked with hers, searching for any sign of discomfort. “May I?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he knelt before her, lifting her leg and gesturing towards her boots. Her nod was subtle, her lip caught between her teeth in a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Rupert, with a careful touch, unzipped and removed her boots, his hands lingering momentarily to soothe any anxiety she might feel. He continued, his fingers lifting the hem of her jumper, then sliding her Levi jeans down with a slow, almost reverent motion, leaving her in nothing but her lacy white underwear. A groan escaped his lips, a sound filled with a raw, appreciative desire. “Christ” he whispered, the intensity of his feelings evident in his voice.
Taggie, clearly feeling suddenly exposed, moved to cover herself with her hands, embarrassment colouring her cheeks. “No, angel” Rupert quickly reassured, his voice softening to a tender caress. “I just meant… Taggie, you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen” The word ‘creature’ slipped out, a playful acknowledgment of her ethereal beauty, which made her frown slightly. “Well, you’re not exactly human are you, angel” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. Her chuckle broke the tension, her eyes lighting up with a mixture of amusement and affection. “Stop it!” she demanded, though her tone was light, inviting more of his playful comments. “I can’t help it” he admitted, his voice thick with sincerity. “You’re gorgeous” Despite her protest, shaking her head, there was a glow in her expression, a silent acceptance of his admiration. “And you’re too dressed!” she pointed out, her gaze shifting, a hint of desire lacing her words.
Rupert hummed in agreement, the sound deep and filled with a promise. “Yes, but you've already seen me naked, love” he chuckled, standing from his position between her thighs to fulfil her unspoken wish. As he began to undress, her eyes lit up, watching him with an intensity that matched the newfound freedom they both felt, ready to explore the depths of their connection in the quiet sanctuary of their shared space.
Rupert felt an intense mix of emotions as he stood completely bare in front of Taggie, her unwavering gaze making him feel exhilaratingly desired. Her eyes are full of a mix of curiosity and longing. With a slow, almost deliberate pace, he approached her, the air between them crackling with anticipation. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Taggie's presence was magnetic, pulling him in like a tide. He cupped her face and leaned in, the first touch of their lips was electric and hungry from the pent up desire. Rupert's hands, gentle yet firm, traced the contours of her hips, eliciting a shiver from Taggie that vibrated through him. The tactile sensation of her skin under his fingers was intoxicating, and as he unhooked her bra with a deft motion, he felt the warmth of her skin against his, a silent invitation to continue. Tossing the bra aside, Rupert's hands ventured lower, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. Taggie, in a seamless response, lifted her hips, aiding his endeavour, their kiss unbroken, intensifying.
The room was silent except for the soft sounds of their breathing, each movement a dance choreographed by their mutual longing. With her now as bare as he, Rupert maneuvered her to the centre of the bed, climbing over her to deepen the kiss. His body pressed against hers, the sensation of skin on skin a profound testament to their connection. He paused, the need for reassurance breaking the spell momentarily. “Are you alright?” he whispered, his voice thick with concern and desire.
Her response was not verbal, instead, she pulled him back down to her with a surprising strength, her lips capturing him in a kiss that answered all his unasked questions. It was a moment of surrender and assertion, Taggie confirming her comfort and desire with a kiss that was as passionate as it was consensual. Rupert felt a surge of relief and excitement, knowing they were both fully invested in the path they were embarking upon together. Their movements became more urgent, yet the tenderness remained, each touch a testament to the unspoken bond growing stronger with each heartbeat.
Rupert and Taggie were enveloped in a world of passion that felt both exhilarating and new. The way she lost herself to his touch was mesmerising, each moan that escaped her lips only fuelled his desire to explore deeper. He felt a sense of power, knowing he was the one awakening such pleasure within her. He began to kiss and suck his way from her neck to her beautiful breasts and with their eyes locked, he took her hard pebbled nipple into his mouth as he squeezed the other. Rupert relished in the way Taggie reacted to him, arching her back and gasping in delight. The sounds escaping her were urging him on and exciting him more than he’s ever felt with any other woman.
She covered her mouth to stop the intoxicating whimpers reaching his eager ears with flushed cheeks. Rupert stopped caressing and sucking her breasts to remove her hand. “No baby, let me hear you” she looked conflicted so he added “Please, I need to hear you angel, I’ve been yearning to know how you sound, Tag” she whined and nodded.
He savoured the moment, his lips gliding over her flawless skin, exploring every curve of her upper body with tender kisses. There was a certain magic in the air as his lips descended to her thighs. Pausing, he glanced up at her, seeking permission. With a subtle nod and a glimmer of excitement in her eyes, he leaned in, planting soft kisses along her smooth skin, the warmth of her body radiating beneath him. “I'm confused” he said in a playful tone against her inner thigh. “What?” she asked breathlessly. “Well, where's the bloody stairs?” he smirked. “ What? ” she asked again with a slight frown. “Stairway to heaven” he shrugged with a cheeky grin. She laughed, a melody that spurred him on. Her chuckle along with whatever she was going to come back at him with, dissolved and turned into a high pitched whimper which was music to his ears as his tongue made contact with Taggie's most intimate area. “At least I made it to the pearly gates” he smiled knowing Taggie was lost in pure ecstasy. He was overjoyed at how wet she was for him.
As Rupert continued his exploration, the playful banter faded into an intoxicating silence, replaced by the symphony of Taggie's gasps and moans. Each gentle stroke of his tongue brought forth more sounds that ignited a fire within him, fuelling his desire to worship her. He relished the taste of her, savouring the moment as he ventured further into uncharted territory. The atmosphere thickened with palpable tension, and he felt the rhythm of her pleasure sync with his own heartbeat. Taggie's body writhed beneath him, and he felt as though he were guiding her on a euphoric journey, navigating every response like a skilled sailor charting a course through uncharted waters.
As her moans grew louder, a chorus of pleasure echoed, urging Rupert to dive deeper into her bliss. “Oh God” she sighed, her body arching as though she were reaching for something just beyond her grasp. “Where?” he joked and chuckled at the annoyed expression she flashed at him for stopping, she was so close to having an orgasm and he knew it. “You're an idiot” she somewhat managed to say. Taggie's cheeks flushed, clearly caught between amusement and pleasure. He latched onto her sensitive core, eliciting a fervent response as she grabbed his hair with fervour, guiding him to stay focused on her pleasure.
When the bliss finally washed over Taggie, her body trembled with the force of her orgasm, drawing exquisite sounds from her lips that echoed in Rupert's ears. He continued to caress her through the waves of ecstasy, and for a fleeting moment, they were lost in a heightened reality that felt infinite. After the rush subsided, Taggie, still caught in the afterglow, suddenly released his head that was trapped between her thighs with a semblance of horror in her eyes “I’m so sorry” she breathed. “Never apologise for that beautiful” he murmured. Rupert's heart swelled as he reassured her, not understanding how she could possibly apologise for something so breathtakingly beautiful.
Rupert kissed his way back up to Taggie’s lips, savouring the softness again. As he trailed kisses along her collarbone and then back to her mouth, he couldn’t help but notice the way goosebumps pricked her arms, the involuntary response to his touch sending a thrill through him. With a gentle tug, he moved them both beneath the sheets, enfolding her in his arms, allowing the warmth of their bodies to fuse together. In that intimate embrace, Rupert felt the connection between them deepen, a beautiful understanding forming in the shared silence that enveloped them. “How are you feeling?” he asked, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he admired the dazed expression on her face, the remnants of pleasure still sparkling in her eyes.
Taggie nodded, a smile unfurling on her lips as she attempted to regain her composure. “Did I send you back home momentarily?” he cooed, enjoying the way her brow furrowed in confusion, only to be replaced by a playful grin. “What are you talking about now?” she groaned, laughter hinting at the edges of her voice. “Cloud nine” he chuckled, earning a belligerent hit on his arm that only fuelled his amusement. Before she could respond, he began kissing her neck, eliciting a series of delighted gasps from her. “Shut up and kiss me” she demanded, her voice tinged with urgency.
Rupert hummed playfully and didn’t hesitate, his lips were capturing hers in an instant, drawing out a soft moan from deep within her. “I want you inside of me, Rupert, please” she breathed, the urgency in her voice making his heart race and cock twitch. “Jesus Tag” he sighed heavily, turned on by how horny she was for him and unable to suppress the way her words heightened his arousal. The intoxicating mix of desperation and yearning in her gaze both thrilled and challenged him, leaving him ready to surrender to her every need.
He climbed on top of her, intertwining their bodies beneath the soft sheets. Rupert, careful not to place his full weight on her, propped himself up with his arms, creating a space between them where desire simmered just beneath the surface. Taggie's gaze dropped, an unmistakable spark igniting in her eyes as she took in their closeness, her breath hitching as she noticed his hard erection laying on her belly. With a gentle adjustment of his hips, he aligned their bodies, feeling the warmth radiate from her inviting entrance, the promise of what lay ahead sending shivers down his spine.
She wrapped her arms around him as they locked eyes, the intensity of their shared desire hung like a tantalising veil between them. Rupert could feel her pulse, the quickened rhythm mirroring his own as he pressed forward, the sensation of him entering her slow and deliberate, stretching her as he went. The world around them faded, leaving only the exhilarating connection they shared, a profound union that was both thrilling and intimate. The initial sensation was overwhelming, and he let out a candid “Fuck” the words escaping as a raw confession of the pleasure coursing through him.
She was so tight, like a vice around his cock. “Are you okay!?” Taggie asked in a panicked voice, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest, but he remained anchored, savouring the tight warmth that enveloped him. She moved a hand to the side of his face, and he turned to leave a kiss on her palm. “You feel too good Taggie” After a few moments, he pulled back slightly, and then gently returned. After repeating the soft movement a few times, he began to wonder if she could take his full length. “You’re taking it slow?” she asked him in a breathless whisper. He hummed, “For us angel, I want us to savour this moment. I love you” he whispered back just as breathlessly. “I love you too” she whimpered and gripped onto him tighter.
Rupert’s rhythm was a delicate dance between longing and fulfilment, each thrust aimed with a purpose that resonated deep within both of them. There was a tenderness in his movements, he was relishing every moment, every breath they shared in that electrically charged space. The moment Taggie’s fingers found their way into his hair, pulling him closer, elicited a soft whimper from him that reverberated in the quiet of the room. In response, he pushed deeper, adding an extra inch that drew a beautiful moan from her lips, a sound that only goaded him on. As he shifted, positioning himself on his knees to elevate her slightly, he felt a rush of exhilaration, her body was an exquisite canvas for his touch, a sensation that sent shivers through him.
With his fingers digging into her hips, their connection tightened, each movement met by her arched back seeking more. The sight of her face, alive with pleasure, their joined bodies and the way her breasts bounced, Rupert knew he was close to cumming as he marvelled at the way their bodies moved in perfect synchronization. Rupert hummed appreciatively, the sound low and resonant, as he adapted to this new angle that sent waves of delight coursing through them both. His thrusts became more intense, fuelled by a fervent desire, the friction building a delicious tension.
His hips rolled forward as he plunged into her, adding an extra inch into her tight body and rocked against her centre, the friction between them continued to build. His muscles flexed with each pump of his hips. “God, you are so fucking beautiful Taggie” he breathed, a heartfelt confession escaping his lips as he leaned down to capture hers, their moans mingling in a heated exchange. As they lost themselves in each other, he paused, “Are you okay?” Her quick nod, accompanied by a fervent plea of “Yes! Please don’t stop” ignited a smouldering fire deep within him.
Her responsiveness fuelled his need, causing him to surrender to the moment more fully. With each thrust, he felt a battle raging inside him. A desperate yearning to maintain control while simultaneously being consumed by the passion that surged between them.
His movements turned more intense, his jaw set in determination as he fought to keep his focus amidst the waves of pleasure. A particularly deep thrust sent Taggie back against the bed, eliciting a low growl from him, a primal sound borne from the depths of his desire. “Hold onto me” he rasped, urgency edging his voice. Taggie’s legs coiled around him like a vine, her fingers digging into his arms, anchoring herself to him as if they were two souls intertwined, destined to remain together. Moments stretched into eternity as they honed in on each other, the room vibrating with their shared energy.
In a climactic moment, he pushed deeper than ever before until he was fully inside her. As he surged fully into her warmth, Taggie cried out in shock, a sound filled with raw emotion that echoed through the room. The connection between them was electric, a pulsating rhythm that matched the frantic beats of their hearts. Together, they toppled into ecstasy, crashing over the edge as their bodies quaked in unison. Rupert felt an overwhelming sense of release, a powerful wave that threatened to sweep him away, yet there was a softness in the aftermath, he carefully withdrew from her, cradling her against him, planting tender kisses on her shoulder, savouring their intimacy.
In that tranquil moment, as the afterglow enveloped them, time slowed. Rupert had never experienced anything quite like this. The slow, sensual exploration of each other’s bodies, the profound connection that transcended physicality. Taggie, draped in the warmth of shared bliss, was breathtakingly beautiful and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. In her serene after state, he found clarity. It wasn’t just the longing or the build-up that had made this moment extraordinary. It was her. Every flawed, perfect bit of her. She was his everything, an angel in his arms, a treasure to be cherished beyond comparison. From that day forward, he would safeguard this memory, this bond, holding it close as the essence of their love, radiant and enduring.
She turned to face him, her cheeks still flushed with the remnants of their passion, and he smiled, reaching out to tuck her beautiful, yet now tousled auburn hair behind her ear in a tender gesture. “Are you alright?” he asked playfully, noting the dreamy, blissful look in her eyes as she basked in the afterglow of their shared experience. “I think so” she replied, her voice trailing into a soft question, as though the euphoria was still pulling her away from reality. “Come back down to earth Tag, I can’t have you flying off on me now” he teased, earning a light-hearted tut from her. Her laughter rang out, and for a fleeting moment, he felt the weight of the world lifting, as if nothing could touch them in their cocoon of intimacy.
However, the joyful atmosphere quickly shifted when Taggie abruptly froze, her eyes widening as if she’d seen a ghost. Rupert's heart raced as concern washed over him, propelling him into a more alert position. “Tag?” he asked, his voice tinged with worry. “Taggie darling, what is it?” He cupped her cheek gently, searching her gaze for answers. “Are you hurt?” Panic laced his voice, and Taggie’s momentary paralysis seemed to dissolve into a rush of embarrassment. “I-I-I…” she stuttered, a faraway look crossing her face. Something wasn’t right, and the urgency in his tone deepened. “Taggie what's wrong?” he demanded, his heart pounding as he desperately sought clarity.
Finally, she whispered shyly, “I think, erm... your cum is running down my thighs” Rupert’s mind short-circuited as her words echoed in the air, the shock swiftly morphing into an unexpected thrill. He couldn’t help but chuckle, a low, appreciative sound that seemed to resonate in the intimate space between them. “Christ, I think that's the hottest thing a woman has ever said to me” he admitted, finding himself drawn to her vulnerability and innocence wrapped in genuine surprise. Soon, Taggie began to laugh along with him, the sound bubbling up through the remnants of their passion, but her amusement was short-lived as she jolted, glancing down at the quilt draped across her body. In that moment, Rupert observed her realisation, knowing that more of his essence had spilled in reaction to their shared humour.
Her expression was nothing short of priceless, a mixture of embarrassment and playful innocence that left him utterly captivated. “Rupert! It's not funny!” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of annoyance and playful exasperation as she slapped his shoulder lightly. The laughter in his eyes was infectious, but it faded as he caught sight of her serious expression. “I can't help it darling, you're adorable” he replied, trying to lighten the mood, but his words trailed off as she reached down between her legs under the tangled sheets.
The sight made his heart drop. What he thought would be a joyful reminder of their intimacy on her fingertips was mixed with something far darker. He felt his own blood run cold as he registered the colour of crimson amidst the remnants of their passion. “ Fuck! Baby are you hurt?!” The panic surged through him like a shocking wave as he tore the quilt from their bodies to see a small blood patch mixed with their arousal stained his bedsheet. His mind began racing with questions. Had he been too rough in the heat of the moment? The chaotic replay of their actions came to a screeching halt as he looked up at her. Her eyes were fixed on him with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. “Tag?” he questioned, sensing she was keeping something from him.
Taggie closed her eyes, “It makes sense now” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “What does?” he asked softly, his concern evident in his tone. “Why there wasn't any blood after… Me and Ralphie” she explained, her face betraying a myriad of emotions as she struggled to find the right words. The deep realisation that hung in the air filled him with unease. He couldn’t wrap his mind around what she was alluding to. “Tag, if I've hurt you I need to know immediately darling” he said, reaching out to caress her cheek gently.
As his fingers brushed her skin, he noticed the goosebumps that had formed on her arms, a chilling indication of her discomfort. He instinctively covered her back up, as if shielding her from her own tumultuous thoughts. “No Rupert. You didn't hurt me, not in the slightest” she assured him, but the tremor in her voice told another story. “So… you're really saying that I just…” he breathed, his heart racing as the pieces started to fall into place. “Yes Rupert, that's exactly what I'm saying... You just took my virginity” she admitted, her worry palpable. The weight of her admission pressed heavily on him as he exhaled deeply, raking his fingers through his hair in a panic. “Christ” he murmured, desperately trying to process what had unfolded.
Taggie shifted, “I'm- I'm so sorry” she whimpered and panic crept into her features. When he saw how quickly her composure was unravelling, he instinctively laid her on her side on top of him, cradling her like porcelain. “ No! No, no, angel no. Shh, it's okay. Why the hell are you apologising?” he pressed, holding her tightly as if to assure her that everything would be alright. She sniffed, her breaths hitching as she tried to articulate her thoughts. “I don't know… I didn't know and now you sheets” she said in a shaky voice, the absurdity of her concern mixing with the gravity of the moment. “Taggie stop” he sighed. “I can clean them” she insisted, futilely attempting to divert the focus away from her emotional state.
He shook his head, determined to pull her back to what truly mattered. “Baby please stop, listen to me. I don't care about the sheets” he hushed gently, his eyes searching hers for clarity. “How are you feeling? ” he questioned, his voice low and soothing, filled with genuine concern as he searched Taggie’s face for a sign of how she truly felt. Their shared moment was charged with a vulnerability that made his heart race, he wanted desperately to ensure that she was alright.
The silence between them stretched on, too long for comfort, amplifying his worries as he began questioning and berating himself. Just as he was about to speak again, Taggie finally broke her silence. “Happy” she revealed softly, her eyes meeting his with a sincerity that melted his anxiety away. “Even though this was unexpected I'm glad it was you” she admitted with a shy smile. A sense of relief washed over Rupert, and he smiled down at her, feeling that same happiness bloom within him. He kissed her forehead tenderly, wanting to hold her close, to chase away any lingering doubt or discomfort. “Me too” he confessed, a faint smile gracing his lips. “Although, if I had known we certainly wouldn't have ended up in bed today… I would have made it special…” he trailed off, regret creeping in as he thought about how he wished to have made the moment special for her. It dawned on him that they had taken a significant step in their relationship, one that might leave her feeling vulnerable, especially with Declan waiting back home.
His gut twisted with the realisation that he couldn’t hold her all night. “You've got to get back home before Declan becomes suspicious” he sighed sadly. He fucked up. Having sex with his girl, to discover she was a virgin. How could he then send her back home. All Rupert could think about was wanting to keep her close. He wants to hold her in his arms all night. To make sure she's warm, not in pain and looked after properly. Like she deserves. The way Rupert has always wanted. Needed . In that moment, the urge to protect her surged stronger than ever. “Sneak me into the house” he urged, a mischievous glint in his eye. Taggie’s surprised exclamation pulled him from his thoughts, “ What?! ” she exclaimed, disbelief evident in her tone. He pressed on, “How often does Declan come into your room?” he asked.
She paused, contemplating his question. “Daddy never comes in” she replied after a moment, a spark of possibility lighting up her face. Rupert felt a thrill at her words, imagining being with her all night. “Perfect” he winked with a triumphant smile breaking across his face, now knowing that he could sleep in her bed with her in his arms. “Are you crazy?” she smirked, playfully challenging him. “Crazy in love apparently, yes” he sighed, his heart racing with both anticipation and affection. Taggie’s laughter was like music to his ears, the sound relaxing him further. “I'm not worth getting killed over Rupert” she shook her head with a smile, but he quickly countered her, “ Yes. Yes you are! Besides it won't come to that, I'll come through the back kitchen door, just tell me what time” The way she looked at him then, half amused and half charmed, filled him with a sense of boldness.
Rupert was ready to take the risk of getting caught in the Priory by Declan. The thought of being caught by Declan sent both fear and excitement racing through his veins. Consequences be damned, he wouldn't let his precious Taggie drift off to sleep alone, not tonight, not after everything they had just shared. His determination solidified, he would navigate the shadows and barriers to ensure they spent that precious night together, wrapped in each other’s arms. It’s what she needed. It’s what he needed and he’ll do anything to make everything alright. For her. For the love of his life.