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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 · Fantaisie
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361 Chs

Driven By Passion

 

 

Jessamyn opened her eyes wide. "Sleep?"

The gently warm lights of the candles flickered, casting dancing shadows across the room. The curtains billowed softly in the gentle breeze, whispering secrets of the night. The curtains of the bed remained open, allowing the breeze to caress her body, already warm with desires.

She couldn't resist the temptation to touch the bulging muscles of his shoulders and arms. Against her delicate fingers, those firm muscles ignited a fire within her, each touch sending a surge of heat through her veins.

Jerrick wetted his lips and looked into her eyes. Her blue eyes flickered with desire. This was not like the previous times—he could see the twinge of bashfulness behind the titillating glance.

 

He held her face between his hands and rubbed his thumb over her temples. She was clearly not keen on sleeping. He didn't want to sleep either.

 

But…