Chapter 4

“I would rather you continued my husband” She leans in for a kiss.

“What exactly do you desire right now my lady?” He said as he gripped her neck much closer to his face, inhaling each other’s breath as they stared lustfully.

“I want to kiss you passionately as our tongues dances in pleasure, I want your gentle touch on my body, with your hands squeezing my breast softly, is that too much of a desire to ask my husband?”

Luther closed his eyes as those words submerged deeply into his ears, he inhaled softly as he opens his eyes, his gaze more intense and gratifying, he gives out a soft groan as he whispered into her ears, “you are tempting my lady, if you were a sin, I would not care falling into your temptation willingly without you paying a price to get my attention.” They both stare at each other for some moment without saying a word.

“We have to journey home, it’s getting more dark and late, for my home is very far from yours, it would take 2 days to get to my place.” He said without blinking an eye, Hazel gives a surprise look,

“Where is your home?” She asked.

“You will know soon, kindly take a few relevant properties of yours, I will be waiting outside in the chariot.” He kissed her forehead as he left.

Outside Hazel’s home, she stood, waved at her father and Rita before entering into the carriage, and they rode away. While inside the carriage, Luther sat distanced and silenced from Hazel while looking towards the window as if thinking of something with his hand on his jaw.

“Would you mind sharing your thoughts with me as to why you are distracted.” She asked him with a calm voice, he slowly turned to catch her gaze with a slight smile lingering on his face, he shrugged his shoulders, “What would you have me say?” he asked with a husky voice as he turned to look elsewhere.

Hazel clicked her tongue as she stood up to sit closer to him, “Look at me” she commands, he quickly gazed at her, she leans her lips closer to his, “The distance, the silence, is killing me, I like it when you speak.” She whispered. Eyes glued to each other, the intimate closeness between them aroused something deep to their flesh.

“Kiss me” she said with all the lust.

“Where would you want me to begin with, my lady, your neck, your lips, your eyes?” he says while tracing kisses on them, “or your breast?” he whispered seductively as he squeezed her breast firmly, she moaned with pleasure as she gripped his hair, his hands traced each part of her body, “Oh! How I so crave for you Hazel.” He softly said as he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately, she moaned under his touch, he traced kisses over her neck, her ears and her lips, he squeezed her nipples while kissing her neck deeply, “Oh! Luther!” she moans out loud, he quickly covers her lips with his mouth, not wanting his chauffeur and his armies to hear.

“Lower your voice my lady, my armies would hear you.” He said as he caressed her lips with his thumb, her lips parted while gasping for air, he carried her to sit on his thighs while looking intently into her green eyes, both lost in their world, he slowly brushed aside a strand of her hair from her face and whispered into her ear,

“You are so beautiful Hazel,” he said as he holds her gaze, he leans her head on his chest, patting her back calmly, she slept off as soon as her eyes closed.

It’s the second day of their journey home, the carriage stopped as if paused with force, Hazel was awakened in her deep slumber by a clanging sound of knifes. She jolts awake as she noticed to be alone in the carriage, “Luther” she mutters his name as he is nowhere to be seen in the carriage, she immediately stepped down the carriage as she saw Luther and his armies in a fight with few men she had never seen.

“Luther” she screams his name.

“Go back into the carriage Hazel, this place is not safe for you.” He said with a hard voice.

A man came at Hazel, “Hey beautiful one” just as he was about to touch her face, Hazel quickly drew out his sword and cut off his hand, he screams in pain as he stepped back, far away from Hazel, Luther rushed to Hazel to know if she was fine, only to see her with a sword stained with blood.

“Whose blood is this?” He asked her with a hint of fear in his voice, but she gave no answer.

“Luther, I see you have a warrior as a wife, let’s see what this brings.” The man laughed out loud, as he retreated with his armies.

Luther quickly looked over to the man whose hand was cut, and was surprised how Hazel could pull that stunt.

Hazel stood still, without a word while staring at Luther deeply. “Are you hurt anywhere?” she asked him, concerned evidence in her voice.

“We need to leave here immediately.” He said as he carried her in his arms into the carriage, they all drove off as fast as they could.

Inside the carriage, Luther sat restless as his gaze intensified towards Hazel. “Who taught you how to fight and defend yourself with a knife? That was an extremely brave move to be expected from a lady.” He asked calmly.

Hazel slowly removed her gaze from the window to him, “My mother” she whispered.

“Forgive me to ask, what happened to your mother?” he asked genuinely.