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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.

Golda · Fantasie
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361 Chs

Warmth of His Presence

 

Jessamyn's mind raced, torn between the desire to close the gap and the fear of what it would mean.

Not leaving her to her thoughts, as if drawn by an irresistible force, Jerrick's lips met hers. The kiss was soft, tentative at first, a gentle exploration of boundaries and feelings. His lips were warm and firm, moving against hers with a slow, deliberate grace that made her heart race.

Jessamyn's mind went blank, her body responding instinctively to his touch. She knew he knew she was awake.

Gradually, the kiss deepened. Jerrick's hand on her cheek slid to her jaw, tilting her head slightly to give him better access. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, a gentle caress that made her skin tingle. The kiss grew more insistent, his lips moving with a newfound urgency as if he were trying to convey all the feelings he couldn't put into words.