Ian was looking at the makeshift tent that was now down and packed to be put into the traveling trunk as Emily was dusting her skirts as she was smiling at him. Ian smiled back as he went to her side and swept Emily off her feet as he kissed the living twilight out of her. His wife giggled before with his acute hearing, Ian heard that their carriage was approaching. He put his wife down before he turned as the coachman was pulling the reins of the carriage horses. He bowed at Ian. "Milord," he said as the footman stepped down from his place and went to put the trunk onto the carriage as the coachman helped him. Emily sighed. "Well, this is a bit rush for our wedding trip but for three days and two nights, that was something I could never forget about it," his wife said, smiling as Emily turned and put her hand on the crook of his arm as Ian was walking them to be at the edge of the lake for the last time. Emily was staring at the clear water that held so many se

After Ian was leaving for the Stone Tower, Emily was finishing her morning meal before she felt like she needed to go out to explore the capital without any interference from Ian or anyone else. Okay, maybe except for Becca because she's her best friend and Emily was dying to meet her again. But of course, the Duchess of Belikov was busy by the time that Emily got her missive. Becca said that she was trying to manage the household and have some importance that needed to be addressed to the servants. Hence, Emily sent a missive to her husband at the Stone Tower, knowing that he would freak out if Emily didn't say a word if she went out. Not that Ian would be mad or anything, it's just something courteous of her to do so, Emily mused as she was fitting her bonnet to her head, securing the ribbon underneath her chin as she took the gloves from the butler. She nodded at him. "I will be back before sunup. I'm sure the marquis would not be worried by my absence by the

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

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

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