Emily was looking at the fabric stash that she wanted to buy for the newest curtain drapes that she had in mind for another one of the rooms at the townhouse. However, she did not know if she had to use the yellow curtains just because the butler had been calling that room the 'yellow room'. "I thought that would be the right choice, but what if it simply defeats the purpose of that and people might be thinking of something else?" she mumbled to herself as Emily was touching and feeling the fabrics that brought her joy to match in the yellow room.
That was until she bumped into someone.
"Oh!" Emily exclaimed as she turned to look at the person that she bumped into, a smile was plastered to her face. "I'm sorry! I didn't there was someone there. I should have been looking where I was going," she said before the other person, a young woman, turned to stare at her face. Emily gasped as she knew who she was.
Ian was pushing Emily against the oak door of the dining hall when the servants had been dismissed by him. Then, he claimed her mouth like something that he had been starving for. Emily moaned in the kiss that they shared before she was wounding her arms around his neck and her leg was wrapped around his torso. When Ian was satisfied tasting his wife after a hectic day at the Stone Tower, he released her, touching their forehead together. Emily chuckled softly, licking her lips with her tongue and making his cock jerk at the sight.Ian groaned. "You're such a wicked lady, my love," he stated as Emily's brown eyes were staring innocently at him. He smirked, knowing that Emily had wrapped him around her little fingers. Then, her wife was pushing him away as she went to the table and looked at the food that the Cook has prepared for their supper. Emily smiled before turning to wait for Ian to pull her chair so that Emily can take her seat. Ian smoothed his silk wai
"Tell me what, Ian?" Emily asked as she was uncrossing her arms, walking the distance that separated her from her husband. Ian seemed flustered but to her, he always seemed that way after she returned from Molftus Market. Perhaps, it was because of the missive that I sent him rather than telling him that I wanted to go out yesterday, Emily thought as she was biting her lower lips before putting her hands on his hard chest. Ian was looking at her, his amber eyes were turning to pure obsidian whenever his inner Demon was close to the surface. Emily smiled as she was hugging Ian, waiting for him to tell her what he needed to tell.After all, they made a promise that they would never keep secrets between them anymore. Not after Emily almost went away when Ian told him about his darkest secret. And now, Emily was holding her darkest secret as well."Well? Will you tell me or not, my love? I'm waiting," she whispered as she was crushing her breast
Emily and Ian broke their fast together as she was looking at her husband. Ian was looking suave with the black Ditto suit as his breeches, waistcoat, and coat were matched. Emily was looking at him up and down as Ian was sipping on his blood-laced tea as Emily was eating her scrambled eggs. Then, she sipped on her blood-laced tea as well before dabbing her mouth and clearing her throat. "So, will you be gone long, my love?" she asked as Ian was turning the pages of The Island. Then, he was closing the papers when Ian was focusing his amber eyes on her. Emily smiled when she saw that Ian was smirking at her."Why, my love? Are you anxious to have me again in your bed, Emmy?" her husband asked her as Emily was tracing her eyes all over his body. His muscular, hard chest, broad shoulders, and his powerful thighs.Those power thighs made her scream for hours last night.Emily covered her eyes as she knew that her iris were
Ian sighed as he was looking at the map of the recent riots that were happening all over the island before he rubbed his face with his hands, wanting to get out of the courtroom as soon as he possibly could. But of course, Nick has another plan coming for them when he saw the duke was pulling some other ledgers that went way back in the ancient time when The Origins perhaps lived. Ian arched his eyebrow at him. "Seriously? Do you want to look at the ledgers now? But it's almost morning and I don't think that we to spend the night at the Stone Tower when we have our wives to warm our beds," he stated as Nick shrugged. The duke was smirking."Well, Becca would not be minding when I am busy with the tenants' payment as Becca called my tasks at the Stone Tower," Nick chuckled softly before he was sighing. "Perhaps I am missing my wife dearly as well, Ian," Nick said, rubbing his mouth as Ian was snapping his finger at him."See? I told you we ca
Emily was stunned. She did not know what was happening until she was falling into the divan that she occupied earlier, planning on how to bring her husband down. But of course, it was not him that was down this time, it was herself that was giving in when Ian was kissing her on the lips. Oh, Gods, her husband can truly kiss with that perfect mouth as Emily was moaning inside the kiss. She was gripping the armrests when Ian was whispering against her mouth, their hot breaths mingled together. "Will you insult me again, Emmy? Or will we have to do this all night when I know that we can have something else in mind that will give us the release that we need," he whispered before Emily was hissing at him."You are not going to share my bed tonight, Ian. Not now, not ever," she said before her husband just chuckled at her attempt to be intimidating. His obsidian eyes were locking with hers. Emily knew that her eyes were pure obsidian as well when color faded from her
Lord Edwin Moore, who was now known as Edwin Ortiz, a fisherman from Chentersea, was looking at the grand townhouse where his alleged sister was living with her husband. He did not know what he was doing, writing the letter stating that he would love to have a visit with her if Lady Emily Hassildor, the marchioness of Kain, would accept his humble self.And accepted, he did.Edwin stepped down from the hackney that he got in Grea before he went to the residential area of the gentry in the capital. He was nervous to meet his only sister when he cannot remember that he had a family member when he has washed ashore on Chentersea. Edwin gulped as the hackney stopped and before he could pay for his transportation, someone had handed the money to the driver as he stepped down from the carriage."Thank you, my lord. Have a good day," the driver said before he whipped the reins an