To Hell And Back: (On-Hold) by Chloe Knox (books for 9th graders TXT) 📖

to, I won’t make you, but I don’t want to lose you either. And I certainly don’t want to give you away to some other guy whom you don’t even know. I want to wake up every morning with you beside me. I want you to have my children. I want a life with you and only you.”

I stared at him, wondering how I could’ve been so blind. How I couldn’t see how deeply he felt for me all these whiles. I wondered why only now he spoke up and only now I truly believed in his words…but none of that stuff really mattered. What mattered was he had finally spoken up, and I finally realized I felt just as deeply for him as he did me.

My father had always told me stories about love, and how it always conquered overall, so how could he deny me mine. How could he deny me Ulrich, despite the law?

…he couldn’t!

"Okay,” I whispered back with a nod, wrapping my arms around Ulrich’s neck.

“Okay? Is that a yes?”

I giggled, a big and indisputable smile lifting my spirits and filling my head with silly child-hood fantasies of my prince charming…the one I had finally found, “Yes.”

Ulrich smiled back at me before leaning down to kiss me, and finally I didn’t pull away or refuse him. I didn’t even just let it happen. As he kissed me, I kissed him back, moving my mouth against his eager one.

The kiss was soft and gentle...at first. Only moments passed before it turned into something completley different, but just as thrilling. Suddenly, both of us were desperate to taste eachother's lips. We kissed frantically and heatedly, never wanting to part.

I ran my hands through his thick locks of blonde hair, gently tugging on fistfuls as our tongues collided in an unfamiliar dance that sent another surge of electricity and excitement through my body, arousing every inch of sensitivity within me.

Ulrich's hands roamed over my wet and supple body, carresing my cheeks, then my neck, then my breasts, then grasping my thighs, lifting me out of the water.

I felt my core press against his length and I couldn't supress the moan.

“God, I love you.” Ulrich grunted against my mouth in between pants, barely giving either of us chances to breathe between kisses. “I love you, too.”


~5~

Sarah's P.O.V.

I woke up the next morning on a pile of soft moss and shrubbery. It took a moment for all the events of last night to sink in...and when they did...oh my god!

I had actually fallen asleep in the forest. And next to me lay my fiancé, Ulrich, son of John, the town’s blacksmith. And not only were we to be wed…we’d made love!

At age seventeen, it seemed like such an unbelievable thing to happen, especially since I was not yet married and despite the fact most girls younger than me were already married and with children. Everything about this series of events was wrong, most of the events illegal…but for once I didn’t care. I didn’t care about the law, or what my father would think. All I cared about was ME. For once I had done something that I wanted to do, and not done something for the sake of my father or my people.

I had made love to Ulrich, and I could still remember every detail!

Bodies still wet from being in the lake and flesh dampened with our own sweat, we had entangled each other in showers of caresses and curious touches. Ulrich had nestled himself in a comfortable position in between my shaking legs. He had whispered in my ear terms of endearment and adoration. He had moaned my name over and over again to the beat of my own moans, as we finally became one, consummating our secret engagement.

There had been a strong aching pain in the pit of my stomach, but the bliss and euphoric pleasures that came over me during had overwhelmed the pain pretty quickly. Last night was very pleasing and undoubtedly would be the first of many nights me and Ulrich would share together.

"Morning."

I stopped rubbing my bottom lip with my fingers, remembering the taste of his lips, when I heard Ulrich mumble groggily from my side.

I bit my bottom lip feeling so free and happy, it almost seemed unreal, "Morning!"

Ulrich took one glance at me and chuckled, the biggest smile on his face, "I take it you had just as much fun as I?"

I didn't answer, only nodded as I slid back under his arms and squirmed my way against his chest. I stretched under his soft grasp, brushing my lips against his neck. Opening my lips to taste his flesh, I left a soft trail of kisses from his neck to his chest.

"Mmmm, I'll take that as a great, big, yes."

Last night was unlike anything I had felt before. I had felt warmth and pleasure in places I had never knew was possible. Ulrich had, literally, awaken a part of me that had just been waiting patiently to arise...and I wanted more, needed more.

"Can we do it again?" I asked excitedly, then bit my lip again as the warmth in my cheeks grew showing how embarrased I felt at my own enthusiasm.

"Again? I don't know, I'm pretty tired still." Ulrich teased, grabbing me by my waist and dragging me to strattle his lap.

"Please." I whispered in his ear, leaving another trail of kisses on the other side of his neck.

It was silent for a moment.

I listened to Ulrich's heart beat, as his chest rose and fell with each breath. I shimmied over his stomach, kissing his collarbone, and Ulrich's heart began to pound rougher, faster.

"Well...since you said please," he said with a groan, flipping me off of him and back onto my back. He slowly let the full weight of his body lay ontop of mine, resting in the familiar place between my legs. Eagerly I wrapped my arms around his neck and welcomed his love for me.


Ulrich's P.O.V.

For once I had listened to my father and had been overjoyed with the outcome. I was getting married! And not to some stranger, but to an actual love. I was going to marry a beautiful, smart, and adventurous young woman who actually felt the same for me...I'll admit, though, she's alot more frisky then I had anticipated. Not that I'm complaining!

We had just finished making love for the second time in nineteen hours, yet the moment I opened the door to my house to welcome her in, she wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me toward her.

She pecked me on the lips once...then twice...then began untying my vest.

I chuckled against her mouth reaching for her small petite hands, "Sarah? Sarah, not now! My faher's going to be home any moment now!"

Her smile immediatley fell, and so did my heart, "Have I said something wrong?"

"I...I can't meet your father, Ulrich." she whispered suddenly as if she were afraid someone would hear us together, all the color drained from her face.

I narrowed my eyes confused, "Can't? You can't meet my father? Sarah! We're getting married and you can't-"

"Run away with me!"

I froze for a moment, completley dumfounded, "What?"

"Run away with me!" she repeated, the soft cream color of her skin reaching it's way back to her features. The bright blue of her eyes looked into mine, soft, gentle, and desperate, "Please!"

"Run? I don't understand!"

"You don't have to! Please, Ulrich, just trust me!"

"I can't just leave my father! I'm all he's got! I don't see why him meeting my future wife is such a problem."

A long quite moment thickened the air as I watched Sarah. She ran a hand through her hair, looking frantically around the room, then eyes stopping back on mine, "Ulrich...I haven't exactly told you the truth...about me."

"What exactly do you mean?"

"Ulrich, I...I'm not...I'm not a commoner."

"I'm sorry, I still don't understand what it is you're trying to say."

She licked her lips, and looked up at me pleading, "Ulrich...my father is-"

"So what's this I here you have a son? With a mistress, may I ask?" An unfamiliar voice, low and defiant, asked.

"Well, no. I found the boy at a mill more then ten years ago." my father replied enterring the house with a big man by his side dressed in fancy robes and furs. Rings coated his fingers, and his undernails were spotless, unlike mine which were filled with grime and dirt....he was...he was...

"Oh! Speak of the devil! Here's my son! Ulrich meet the king, Arthur! He's a big yearly customer of mine, but I haven't seen him in years."

The king's big brown eyes which seemed to be soft and full of joy turned to me, and then suddenly grew hard with surprise and then anger.

"And who's this, son? Is it the famous Sarah you've been telling me about?" My father said aloud, draping his arms around my future wife's shoulders and pushing her toward me. She stumbled over the ruffled skirt of her dress, landing in my arms.

"Are you okay?" I whispered to her, but she didn't answer. She didn't even look at me. Her eyes were locked on the king.

"Sarah?" the king asked completley shell-shocked and furious.

I could feel Sarah tremble in my arms as she looked back at the glaring king, he was definitly an intimidating man...but Sarah? She looked like she was on the verge of tears. She managed to take in a shaky breathe, though, and whimper a, "Goodmorning father."

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Publication Date: 05-07-2012

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Dedication:
Based Off: 'The Devil and the The Golden Hairs' Dedication: to the Grim Brothers