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he lifts my dress and can't help but grab both sides of my ass with his big strong hands. internally groaning at the sight. I was begging for him to mark me and make me his. he pulls my panties down and fall to my ankles. my dripping heat is on...
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We've met before
the thought ran through my mind from earlier, I had asked savage where he was from and he told me, everywhere, it reminded me of a memory I thought I had forgotten.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 2 years ago ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I sighed for the 50th time in 5 minutes as I watched people laugh and dance. balls were never really my thing mostly because my mother never let me dance with a boy. she didn't want me to fall in love with someone who wasn't royalty or of high social status.
"mama I wish to go home." I leaned over and asked she groaned
"Elizabeth a princess does not complain," she told me I rolled my eyes
"it seems a princess does much of nothing" she glared at me and I told her I need to go to the ladies' room, but I wasn't going to the ladies' room instead I decide to head outside for a walk. we were currently in London for a ball my aunt was hosting, I decided to sneak into the city using the tunnels, the castle had these tunnels which lead out to different locations in case of an emergency. after walking through the maze of tunnels I walked out of an abandoned building into the streets of London, it was currently raining but it was light. I was enjoying the rain before I heard the sound of breaking glass something got the best of me and I headed towards the sound. I stopped walking and looked around for where the sound came from but I was met with nothing, I was the only person in the streets until I heard someone say.
"beautiful weather isn't it" I quickly turned around to see a man about 6'2 black hair and eyes as blue as glaciers, he tilted his head and smirked at me.
"ah yes it is" I smiled
"so what is a woman like you doing in the rain," he asked walking around me taking in my features and sizing me up
"I wanted fresh air, what is a guy like you doing in the rain" I looked at his clothes they weren't new they looked old and worn out, he had a black and gold coat that stopped just below his knee with a white almost cream-colored shirt that exposed a little bit of his chest and black pants.
"Same reason," he said looking around even though we were the only people outside
"where are you from," I asked looking into his eyes
"that's an odd question"
"it's a good question, I like to hear stories of where people are from"
"everywhere"
"I beg your pardon?"
"I am from everywhere," he said starting to circle around me I turned with him
"one cannot simply be from everywhere, it is impossible" he stopped and started to walk backward away from me
"anything is possible"
"CAPTAIN" I heard a faint voice say I looked down the road to a man holding a bag and other men on horses running away behind him.
