To Love A Duke

The Hot Pond |||

Song Recommendation: Always and forever by Mariah the scientist

Kissing, quite frankly I find it tolerable when one isn’t trying to bite off the appendage in use!

Oh, and he was looking, he was looking and she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen all his life and he would have told her that if she had given him the chance before saying

“Never mind the queen of England had declared me the diamond of the season- yet I do not even have a hand in choosing my own husband- yet I end up with-” she stopped her rant suddenly as if just realizing what she had said

“ with me.” He completed for her “yet you end up with me” he said with a pained laugh “I didn’t realize I repeled you so” he said and turned to swim out of the pond. He had not even known she had such power over him but he will be damned if he let her see how affected he was by what that simple truth implied. That He could never be the man she would have chosen if she had a choice in the matter. It only made him think back to his discussion with Rourke that perhaps, he could have found another way to get her away from her father without the drastic measure of marriage. He searched himself for a feeling akin to regret but all he found was hurt. Hurt that she regretted their union. To think that after everything these past weeks she was finally warming up to him, yet he couldn’t blame her, as Rourke had said it never ended well, as he neared the pond bank suddenly her hands were on him wrapping him about the torso her bare hands on his abs. Skin on skin. she pressed her head to his back, hugging him from behind and he could feel her full breast and perked n****e press into his skin, the tightening of his pants was the reply.

“Artemis” he whispered, suddenly feeling a fool for wanting to leave her here in the first place, he covered her hand with his big ones not making an attempt to turn or leave, he simply held her hands, while she embraced him

“I’m not sure what we have, or what’s growing between us, but it makes my heart race, and makes me feel safe, it makes my pulse speed and my palms clammy with sweat, and I don’t know what to make of it” she said very lowly and he was sure the confession came from a very deep place and must have taken a lot to let out considering how she prided herself as passionless, and always in control he turned and she looked up at him

“You are quite the poet wife” he said, his eyes smiling, he took her chin in his fingers and lifting it up to him, he bent and settled his lips over hers, softly but firmly, He felt her flinch, then still, then moan low and long and b****y hell he almost came then and there. He was just about to take advantage of that moan and dive into her mouth to drink of the heady sweetness when she drew blood! He reared back nursing his b****y lips

“Jesus! Artemis” he eyed her and she snorted trying to hold back her laugh

“I’m most sincerely sorry your grace, I do hope no permanent damage has been done” he could tell she was holding back her laughter by a thread.

The b****y chit. He reached for her and as if anticipating his move she swam away from him laughing, the sound arousing him beyond control and he couldn’t help but join in on her laughter.