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Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual

"I have waited for you in all of my lives, Gooseberry, and in all of them you had left. Please stay in this one," he pleaded, his eyes locked with hers. "I wish to stay too, My Lord Husband, because you are forever, Theodore," she whispered, tears glistening in her eyes. In a world where Lydia Statham, an illegitimate girl shunned as an abomination, is confined to her noble-born family’s estate, her only escape comes through books and stories of the outside world. But destiny intervenes when she receives an invitation to a bridal pick banquet at one of Critic Arley’s grandest mansions. What was supposed to be a chance for a new beginning soon becomes a solitary encounter with Lord Theodore, a feared outcast and enemy of the Empire. Lord Theodore, of royal blood but without a surname, has never desired a wife, and the idea of cohabiting with a woman seems unfathomable. Yet, at the banquet thrown by Conan, where every young lady was invited, only Lydia appears. Now, Theodore must confront his deepest reservations as he navigates the ritualistic demands and unearths feelings he never anticipated. In a tale of forbidden desires and unspoken promises, every season, every day, and forever, Theodore's life will revolve around the ritual that is Lydia—his chosen, his fate. No one came but her. His Gooseberry. ************** "Call me Lordess Theodore" "I am Lordess Theodore and I am his favourite ritual" Dear Critic. Do you wish to https://buymeacoffee.com/nanafirdausi Discourse with me on discord @i_nanafirdausi Cover photo is mine.

I_Nana_Firdausi · Fantasia
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294 Chs

Making Sweet Love.

"Take me, husband, I am ready Theodore" she muttered, her eyes filled with lust and determination.

He parted her thighs further, got in between all the way he kissed her lips, slowly he pointed his shaft to her warm entrance and that made Lydia draw a sharp breath while he took her mouth, he lifted her right leg onto his left arm and through inch by inch he slipped into her cave, she welcomed him with a tight grasp around it but she felt pain nonetheless, her moans louder and a bit pained.

"I'm sorry love" he whispered into her ears, kissing the tears that were trailing down the side of her face away.

Moments pass with the slow sensual motion of Theodore sliding in and out of you,