***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.
Jerrick saw the stress line disappearing between her eyes and she was smiling from her heart. He picked her up and sat her down on his lap, his hands wrapped around her abdomen, gently cupping her belly.
"You looked extremely beautiful today. I was not even surprised you caught the attention of other men…"
"You weren't?" Jessamyn tried to look at his face, but he pressed his cheek on hers and made her look to the front.
"I wasn't," his voice turned to a husky whisper and he kissed her earlobe.
Jessamyn leaned on him. "You weren't jealous at all?" she asked.
His warmth spread on her back and she closed her eyes.
"I like the way you dress at nights… no corset…" his hand on her abdomen traveled north, cupping her twin peaks.
Jessamyn giggled, tickled by his naughty fingers tracing on her neck.
"So perky…" his warm breath fell on her earlobes as he hissed. He gently massaged them, her laugh turning into a moan.