Semua Bab LOVE BENEATH THE OAK : Bab 21 - Bab 30

I twirled around to face him and my eyes locked onto his, shining with gratitude and desire. I wrapped her hands around his neck, my fingers tracing the nape of his neck, and pulled him closer. Our lips met in a tender kiss as my heart drummed in my chest. Angus's hands moved deftly, helping me out of the tight dress, until I stood before him in all my naked glory. The soft glow of the room's candles danced across my skin, highlighting my curves and I watched Angus who has paused to stare at my body as though he was seeing it for the first time, his eyes filled with admiration and longing. As we lay on the bed, my body arched toward him, anticipating the union while Angus's hands explored her skin, sending shivers downy spine. He bent, his mouth showering my body with kisses while I struggled to loose his trousers. When I finally succeeded, I took his manhood in my hand and I gave a firm squeeze.

Angus held me close to himself, , trying to pacify me. His warmth and scent enveloped me, calming my frazzled nerves. But as our bodies touched, the air seemed to charge with a different kind of energy. I felt my resistance melt away and my body relaxing into his embrace. Angus's chest rose and fell with steady breaths, his heart beating in rhythm with mine. He cradled my head against his chest, his fingers gently stroking my hair. My eyes shut close as the gentle touch sent shivers down my spine. I opened my eyes as he tilted my face up to his. Our eyes met, the connection sparking like electricity. The atmosphere suddenly changed and it became heated with our lust. I went lax in his arms and he crawled my head to his chest before his lips descended upon mine. The kiss, soft and gentle at first, but grew more insistent as it deepened. I could feel myself getting lost in the moment, my senses overwhelmed by the taste and scent of him. The world around us melted away, leaving only

As I changed out of the luxurious silk and into my simple dress, Angus's gaze lingered on me, his expression solemn. I knew what he was thinking about. What he has come to realise. I could sense the weight of his thoughts, the unspoken words that hung between us. I knew that he was thinking about the vast differences between our worlds, the societal boundaries that separated us. To imagine it is vastly different from seeing it. As I fastened the last button on my dress, I caught his eye, and for a moment, we just looked at each other. I could see the longing in his gaze, the desire to bridge the gap between us. But I also knew that there were forces beyond our control that would not allow it to be easy. I stared at his elegant attire to my very worn out cotton and I gulped in. I'm sure he could see it too, and I wonder if the nature of our relationship would have been any different had I have been of a different status. With a quiet sigh, I tu

I pushed open the door to the slave chamber, my heart still racing from the events that had just transpired. The girls were crowded around a group of girls boxing, their cheers and shouts filling the air. But I couldn't care less about the spectacle. I made my way to my space, my mind reeling with thoughts of Angus and Mikael.As I sat down, I couldn't shake off the feeling of disgust and fear that had settled in my stomach. Mikael's suggestion that Angus had shared women with him before had left me feeling sick. The thought of being intimate with him was unbearable. I knew I had no control over my fate, and the possibility of being forced into such a situation was terrifying.I buried my face in my hands, trying to process my emotions. How could Angus even consider such a thing? Did he not care about my feelings or well-being? I thought about the way he had shielded me from Mikael's gaze, the way he had spoken to me with such tenderness. But now, I wondered if it was all just a facad

At what point I slept off, I did not know. My eyes opened and the chamber was already bustling. Girls move about, chatting and doing different tasks. Karen was plaiting a woman's hair alongside some other girls, Jane was sewing her torn wrapper, a few others were loosing and plaiting their hair. Lady Esme sat at her usual spot, in between her legs were wood fibers, intertwining them in her wrinkled fingers. I stared at her for a long time and I came to realise she was making a shoe for her very large feets. She suddenly looked back at me and quickly looked away. The boldness to look at Esme was one thing, to hold her chilling gaze was something else. My hands shook and I swallowed thickly. I could still feel he gaze on me. I rolled my eyes. No wonder no master has bought her. No one would dare come closer to the witch of The Oak, not when she still stares at anyone like that. She finally looked away and I sighed with relief. I took another glance at the chamber. It was an unusual sce