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Christmas passed and the snow had began to melt. Little bits of green began to push through, showing that spring time was just around the corner. Grace has managed to live a normal life, by spending time with John or Cas. She would go down to the market or just spend the day helping out the maids with their daily chores (much to John's distaste.)
It was now one week before the wedding of Grace and John would take place. Grace was a wreck with nerves as she wrung her hands in front of her belly. She stood in her wedding dress as the seamstress, Wilma, was adding the last of the altercations to the white material.
" A week left now, miss. Are ya excited?" Jane asked her with a large smile on her concentrating face as Grace sighed looking down to the ground with a nervous look.
" I am a bag of nerves, if you must know. What if I mess everything up?" Grace asked with a worried expression as Jane and Alice giggled at her.
" All brides be nervous before their weddin', tis' natural. Just relax 'nd enjoy the time you have left before ye give your all." Jane said as they began to take off her dress. Grace chuckled as they stripped her; they were right. In a week she will no longer be a lone woman. She will be a wife; dedicating her life to taking care of her husbands needs. Once the dress was off, Grace quickly changed into a deep red dress with black ruffles. Her hair was pinned up in random parts with some strands hang down.
" Thank you. I will see you in a week." Grace smiled to the ladies as they walked out the room with the dress in hand. Grace looked at herself in the mirror and smiled; turning she walked over to one of the large windows. Her eyes wondered over the front yard of the manor with a smile; the trees where starting to blossom with the odd pink and whites placed here and there. Grace's attention was pulled away from the scenery in front of her when her bedroom door opened and shut from behind her, before feet sounded against the hard wooden floor; making their way up to Grace. Grace smiled as she watched John walk over to her before turning towards the window again.
" Good morning, my Angel." John whispered as he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her tightly. His head in the nape of her neck, plating a gentle kiss. The shivers that this simple gesture caused sent Grace's mind into a blissful frenzy.
" Morning, my love." Grace giggled as John let out a grumble, his fresh stubble tickling her neck. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as pleasure seeped through her body from his warm and exhilarating touch. No matter what he would always managed to cause Grace unbelievable amount of pleasure by just a single graze of his touch.
" I do not know if I can last the week." John whispered seductively in her ear; his hot breath tickling her as she moaned deeply in response. "You do not seem to understand the effect you have on me with but a single glance of your blue eyes." He whispered in her ear, his lips scraping against them softly. Grace felt a pool of heat form within her belly at his words while his hands moved up and down the sides of her hips and across her belly. She could feel his arousle against her back as he placed a gentle kiss on his neck again and again. His warm hands moved up and brushed ever so lightly over her shoulders. The warmth he radiated sent pleasure to ripple through her every fiber of being. Grace closed her eyes too enjoying every single movement and touch between herself and John.
" John..." Grace whispered quietly to him causing him to chuckle softly.
" Yes? Oh sweet siren of mine?" John asked her against her neck in a low husky voice.
" I love you." She choked out to him and he smiled placing a kiss onto her neck again.
" And I you." John growled to her as she opened her eyes and looked down over the front yard. A figure riding up the pathway to the manor pulled her heart to a stop. All the happiness and pleasure she was felling left her completely as she froze solid. She began to shake; not in pleasure but fear as the figure made his way to the front door. All time seemed to stop when she watched the man walk with purpose towards the door.
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Red Haired Beauty (wattys2016)
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