Lovers End

Chapter Four: Part Four

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Mature Content

"Let's do something else instead." Emeric pulled away a bit. "Something else," she repeated his words with a shy smile before her hand slipped around the back of his neck, pulling him in as she leaned up to meet his lips halfway. She had been wishing for his touch the whole week and here he was finally at her fingertips.

Her lips moved slowly with his in their passionate dance. He groaned softly, feeling her fingers slip into his hair, not giving him the chance to get away from her. Her kiss rejuvenated him in a way that nothing else could.

He shifted his body, careful not to break their kiss, moving her body to lay against the blankets so that he was on top of her. "God, I've missed the sweet taste of your lips..." he whispered in between kisses. The pressure of his body against hers made her heart race as the kiss grew deeper; her lips parted so her tongue could run along his.

His hand mindlessly moved underneath the skirt of her dress, pushing it up; he couldn't get enough of her. He had been so worried she'd never let him have this again, but the grace in her heart granted him otherwise. He cupped the side of her face while his other hand rested next to her head, propping himself up.

Emeric's gentle touch left a warm tingle behind, drawing a moan from her into their kiss. His wits snapped at the sound of it; it was like sugar to his ears. His lips became more hungry while his hand slid further up her undergarments, coming to rest on her waist. "Aurora..." he said her name in a warning tone as he often did when they kissed like this. "You're so warm." She whimpered in response, ignoring his warning tone.

He always tried to do the right thing and respect her-her innocence, her virtue. But when she moaned for him like this, there was barely a thing he could do to keep himself in control. His hand on her waist tightened. "We must stop," he whispered against her lips.

With one last lingering kiss, she pulled away, gazing up at him as he hovered above. A look of awe was in her eyes, but it was broken by a content smile. Slowly, she lifted her torso, bringing her closer to him. "I don't want to stop." Her words were quiet but clear. A hand moved behind her back, brushing her hair away to find the string that held together her corset. Pulling the string once she got hold of it, this caused her dress to loosen, the sleeves of her dress falling down her skin.

He followed her eyes once she pulled away, studying the way that she moved. He was almost relieved. He didn't know how much longer he could last in preserving her dignity if they didn't stop now, as much as he wanted to continue. His lips parted as she started to undo the string of her corset. "Aurora..." he said her name again, this time in a pained whimper, as if he was a repeating parrot.

His gaze trailed down to her displaced corset, carefully he reached out, pulling the fabric down more, revealing her soft pale skin in the moon's glow. Her cheeks turned a soft pink feeling the fabric pull down over her aroused nipples, exposing her breasts. "You are a goddess, my love." He spoke each word singularly as he took in the wonderful sight.

"I am your wife...no matter who protests." Her hands shook a bit as they pulled away the corset so it wouldn't get in his way. No man had ever seen her like this nor would another; this was for his eyes alone. "Am I what you wanted?" She asked nervously despite his previous words.

He was examining every inch of her skin, ingraining it into his mind where it would remain for this lifetime and the next. His eyes immediately darted to hers at her question. Aurora thought it was strange to feel insecure around him; it had never mattered until now. "You've always been more than I deserved." He corrected her as his lips came forward to kiss her deeper and more passionately than the last.