Downton Abbey Ao3 Novels & Stories

Adonis With Aubrey’s heat and the excitement of finally being together sexually, we have not yet marked one another, but I know we both want it. I want to do it right though. I want to make it special, like I had hoped to make our first time together. Once I regained enough strength to stand, I got up off the floor and pulled my sweats back on and then gently picked my pretty little mate up and carried her back to my bedroom. The poor thing exhausted herself, but it was worth it. I lay her on the bed and then go to the bathroom. There is a large Italian marble bathtub and I run the water to fill it and add fragrant oils to the water before going back to Aubrey and removing her dress then cli

Aaron sighed in disappointment. Jeanne observed Aaron's disappointment and wrapped her hands around his neck gently. “I'm sorry. But, you're the man. I can't own you. The people downstairs, you belong to them as well,” explained Jeanne and gave him one last light kiss. Aaron still seemed disappointed. He almost reached his climax and there we were again, back to square one. Jeanne rolled off from Aaron’s body and stood at the side of the bed. She corrected her nightgown, merely slipping her big boobs in it to not waste time.

“Well, I tend to have a glass of wine every night with dinner. You see, my boyfriend--I mean ex . . . He owns a wine business, so I had an endless supply.” “I see.” He finally pulled away, and Abigail wasn’t sure if she wanted to be relieved or worried. Doctor Danvers leaned against the table across from her again, staring at her with his smile now gone. Abigail fidgeted recklessly in her spot but found that the moving didn’t help the pain.

I started to sit up, but David’s arm slid around my bare waist, stopping me. “Baby… I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice dropping into that familiar, dangerous softness that always weakened me. “You know I try. I know you like it gentle. But sometimes I lose control around you.” His grip tightened just a little. “You’re too hot, Jax. You don’t really expect me to tame myself when the world’s hottest male supermodel is literally right here in bed with me.” Heat crept into my cheek. He does have his way with words, but I wouldn’t give in that easily. Not when he also forgot today was our three-year anniversary.

Anything. Aaron’s hands were everywhere, rough and insistent. He gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, the cool granite biting into her bare thighs as her short dress hiked up dangerously high. The pink lace thong was exposed again, damp from her earlier masturbation and the dream’s lingering heat. He stepped between her legs, forcing them apart with his hips, and she felt it—the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her core through his jeans. “Aaron… we can’t,” she gasped, breaking the kiss, her voice a shaky whisper. But even as she said it, her hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more friction.

Aaron's lips twisted into a predatory smile, his gaze never leaving mine. Aaron was my doom, and I was abandoning myself to the promises of more pleasure and lust. - -Earlier that day- *Aaron’s POV* From my penthouse, I surveyed the campus grounds, the place I had spent the last 4 and a half years building my empire, a world that bowed to my every whim. Yet, amidst the opulence and power, there was a piece of my chess game that even my influence couldn't predict. A chess piece named her—Roanne.

she said. Madame Dawson could not believe her ears, she stared blankly at Sophia. "What nonsense. Ooh, my poor Alex. Why would Aaron do that to him?" She fumed. " You know how Aaron took Cat and now he has taken Rebecca. He goes for anyone Alex seems to find happiness with. Why is he like that? I doubt he is part of this family" she said. She took another sip of the drink. Madam Dawson picked up her phone and called Alex.

He fucked her through two more intense orgasms, then filled her with a third load, marking her thoroughly. They barely had time to clean up and fix her dress before someone knocked on the door — one of the bridesmaids looking for the bride for the bouquet toss. Cole kissed her one last time, deep and possessive. “Go throw your bouquet, Mrs. Bennett,” he whispered against her lips. “Smile for your husband and your guests. But every time you feel my cum leaking down your thighs under that wedding dress… remember who really fucked you on your wedding night.” Ava left the suite on shaky legs, cum still dripping from her, her body marked and satisfied in ways her new husband could never match.

Aubrey knew it was the head of the Dominic family, so he dared not say anything to avoid offending Anthony. “You still had some gratitude left when you paid her last visit,” Anthony said in a low voice and fiddled with the ring he planned to propose to Regina. Aubrey gulped and smiled wryly. The sweat on his head was increasing. Aubrey's voice trembled as well, "I must thank you for organizing my wife's funeral." "Your wife?" Anthony's emphasis startled Aubrey and subconsciously stepped back, "Are you even qualified to call her your wife? Don't you feel ashamed and humiliated yourself?"

Aaron asked as he walked closer to meet us in his black long garment, and I immediately stared away from him as I didn't like him either. "Nothing, Sir. I went to bring novels for Luna from the female library," Abigail replied to him, and Aaron's eyes raked my body, and I felt irritated with the way he was staring at me. "That's alright, I just came to check up on you two to know how she's faring, and if she's not troubling you." "Not at all," Abigail replied, and I stared at Aaron as I saw him slowly turn to leave. Aaron turned to face us again and he said, "That reminds me, have you cleaned up his majesty's bed?"