The Archduke's Songbird
***Completed*** Lady Jessamyn brought home a ten-year-old orphan when she was eight. He was handsome ^_~. She provided him with a place to stay and warm meals. As they grew up, she desired to marry him, despite their differing statuses. As war raged, he signed up for the military, promising to ask for her hand when he was worthy. Two years later, he became more than what he promised he would be. He became the Archduke of Ayberia. But he broke her heart by marrying her friend. Years rolled away; life happened. She married a man who loved her and fell madly in love with him. She didn't think of him again. But fate was cruel; she was widowed at the age of twenty-one. She lost everything. Seven years later, she met a mysterious wolf while she was out at work in the Archduke's fief. She had a fall. The next morning, she found herself on the Archduke's bed. Did fate bring them together again? Or something nefarious is at play? Is this a chance for a second love? Will she find out why he abandoned her in the past? Is it possible to rekindle their old love, or is it too late? ----- Join me in this journey. Your comments and votes are appreciated. Gift me to motivate me. Updates will be daily.
Never Ending Palpitations
Jessamyn reveled in the shock dancing across Jerrick's face. As the one who had always been teased by him, she didn't want to let this chance slip away.
Slowly, she slid her hand beneath her skirt, her other hand caressing her throat and cheeks, fingers trailing sensuously over her parted lips. Her chest rose and fell with each moan that escaped her mouth, filling the carriage with a stimulating, electrifying tension.
She was not actually touching herself, she only feigned to.
The air inside the carriage grew warmer, almost stifling, as Jerrick struggled to catch his breath. Her soft, enticing moans sent a rush of heat to his lower abdomen, making it nearly impossible to maintain his composure.
Desperately, he covered his crotch with his coat, crossing his legs tightly. Leaning back against the wall of the carriage, he closed his eyes, trying to find some relief from the exquisite torment she was inflicting on him.