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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.

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Fucking Lydia.

Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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In a swift motion, Theodore started to undress, flinging his clothing one by one his eyes firm on his wife's delectable body.

He crosses the room and stands right in front of her. A solid wall of muscle, confidence, and sex.

It was as though he had some kind of magnetic field around him.

His presence is unavoidable.

Once Lydia is in his orbit, she can't seem to think straight.

Lydia felt like somebody else, she didn't even recognize her body anymore.

Her pussy developed a mind of her own and slowly it started to clench.

He is so full of potent, raw sexuality and masculinity. Everything about him at that moment screamed to run away, but Lydia was drawn to him anyway.

"What do you want Gooseberry?" He whispered into her ears as he ran his nose along the column of her throat.