My dearest Lucy,” he said, his gaze never wavering from hers, “I would die for you.
Charlotte FeatherstoneTag: adrian charlotte-featherstone pride-and-passion
She saw him as a boy, standing in the kitchen, his clothes tattered and torn, his dark hair in need of a cut and taming. In his dirty hands he held out the bed to her, his only words,
“For you.
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But this night is not through. We’ve made love. And now, to the bed, where the f*cking will commence.
Charlotte FeatherstoneTag: jane matthew charlotte-featherstone
[...] But Jane, tonight I’m going to watch–and so are you. It will not be dark when I look upon you. There will be no clothes–only your skin. There will be no wiggling and squirming away from me. You will lie still and let me look. I will take as long as I want, gorge myself on the sight of you, and you will not resist. You will not utter one word to the contrary. You will accept everything I give you. And you will be loved, Jane. Loved so that you never forget that you are the only woman for me. You always have been. And you always will be.
Charlotte FeatherstoneDon’t” be shocked, Jane,” he murmured as he lifted her higher, and poised her at the tip of his cock. “Don‟t be embarrassed. Not with me. You‟re gorgeous, and everything about you is perfect.”
She nodded, met his gaze, and they held each other as she sunk down slowly upon him, impaling herself.
She cried out, her hand flying to her lower belly.
“Feel me all the way up there, do you my love?”
She nodded, began to move, and he let her, just felt her body move and undulate beneath his palms.
I’m a hedonist, and you, Jane, my wife, should know that about me. You’ve shared my body and bed, you know things about me that no other soul on earth does. Who can I not be a sensualist with than, you, Jane? Who else to act out my wicked fantasies, than the woman who inspires them? There is no shame in fantasies, in pleasure. Who other than us needs to know what we’ve done, what brings the other pleasure?
Charlotte FeatherstoneJane,” he whispered as the streaks of dawn broke through their bedroom window. “Once more. In the daylight, so I can see you with the sun upon your skin.”
And she rolled over, smiled, and held open her arms to him, welcoming him home at last.
Jane, look at me,” he asked, and when she did, he knew she was seeing what she needed in his eyes.
“You are the only woman for me–it‟s only ever been you. I told you once before, that I have never loved before you, and I will never love again. Jane,” he said, forcing her face to down to his. “There is no condition on my love. No end to my desire. Don‟t put them there, my love.
[Jane] “You know how I feel about you. About what we share. I did not mean it in such a way.”
“No?” he whispered wickedly, his gaze finding hers, latching on with strength and determination. “I don‟t believe you. I think you had better show me, Jane.”
She kissed him, slow, lazily, her lips moving over his mouth, slowly winding, becoming deeper, sensual, and then slowly her tongue penetrated his mouth, touching his tongue, flicking around the tip of his. He groaned, wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her up against his bulging phallus that felt so large and hard. Her core ached, needing that deep inside her.
I’m going to cut you,” Georgiana murmured. “I’m going to mark that face of yours and show him what I’m capable of.”
“He’d still love me,” Elizabeth whispered. “It’s a concept you could never understand, Georgiana.
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