The Promise

Chapter 16

I ready for bed and return to my study desk writing to mother

'Mother
I am so excited to inform you of a ball I will be hosting, the estate here is so large I only see a grand ball to be fit for the ball room cannot remain empty forever.
My relationship with Lord Alexander is still rather complicated but we are now beginning to conversate more and I feel an attachment may grow.
I hope you are well and I wish you to attend my upcoming ball.
Love
Francesca'

I seal the letter and the ball remains on my mind, what if I am missing something? I remember my misson in the library the night before and retrieve my lamp, heading for the library door. I stop in my tracks, I cannot forget food for my little friend, I sneak back down to the kitchen stealing some more cheese and bread. Is it considering stealing in my own home? Either way I fear for my life, if Cecil catching me she will definitely tear my head from my body. I slip myself into the library and close the door behind me like I always do. I am pleased to notice the food I left last night had been enjoyed so much it had disappeared, so I replaced it with the fresh food I had just gathered and begin to search the bookcase for inspiration and knowledge.

The door opens and Alexander enters, like clockwork every night as if he waits for me to enter so he can follow. "I apologise for my absence at dinner" he sits himself on the chaise and I join him "I understand, you are a busy man, please do not apologise" we sit in silence for a moment before he speaks again "did you dream of me?" his eyes look over to me and my eyes join his "I did", my thumbs begin to twiddle and my nerves being to build "tell me about it" he bites his bottom lip as he pays me his undivided attention "you wish to know of my dream?" my tone full of disbelief "indeed... every last detail" he spoke as if this were a normal request, I took a deep breath, eyes still locked into his and began to speak.

"Well" I smile shyly "we were in this very room, meeting as we always appear to do, sat on this chaise." I lower my eyes and point to where we were sat " you began to kiss me and I kissed you back, I enjoyed it, very much so, I deepen the kiss and you lay me down, right here" I point again "you began to kiss my neck and I moan with pleasure as you slide my nightdress up, my hands intertwined with your hair, holding you close, not wanting you to stop" I finish my sentence and look back upto him, his eyes had remained on my the whole time I spoke. "Then what happened?" he inquiries, "then Winnie awoke me" I laugh, running my fingers around my neck as if he really did plant kisses there. "I must inform Winnie not to wake you" he chews his bottom lip, clenching his jaw.

"I really do enjoy her company" I laugh "she is rather sweet and deserves a life as grand as this" scurrying noises distract us both from out conversation and I turn to see the mouse enjoying the food I had placed out for it. "Your heart is pure and for that I am grateful to have you as a wife" he smiles at me, "I have always been told I will bare great children because of it" I smile back at him "tell me again about this dream" he gloats for a moment and I laugh "you kissed me" my fingers traced along my lips enjoying the thought. "Would you like it if I kissed you?" his face edges closer to mine as he speaks "very much so" I lowered my hand away from my face clearing a path for him to kiss me.

His nose brushes against mine and he holds himself there for a moment leaving just enough time for me to begin to panic before his lips edge closer and closer to mine until they touch. He kisses me, lips soft, his stubble brushes against my face, I kiss him back. His hands cup my face as he continues to kiss me, I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. I was growing breathless as our kiss continues, his lips trail down from my lips to my neck as I lay myself back and he climbs on top of me. He continues to kiss and caress my neck with his lips and I moan, breathlessly. My hands slid upto his hair and I run my fingers through it over and over again as his lips rejoin mine. His tongue parts my lips and he enters my mouth, I want him. I moan against his lips again as we continue to kiss for a little while longer.

Gasping for air he pulls away from me "we mustn't continue" he stands adjusting himself "I want too" I sit myself up longing for more "I know" he plants a kiss on my lips before he speaks again "you are not ready yet", he strokes my face as I look up at him "dream of me" he winks as he departs,leaving me sat craving more. I feel hot, my skin is burning and I need his lips on mine. I want his hands on me. I want him. My hands trace every inch of where his lips had just been and then where I wanted them to be.

My hand slides from my lips, to my neck, from my neck to my breasts and from my breasts down past my stomach to the warm wetness that sat between my legs as I raise my nightdress. I slide my fingers against myself and throw my head back with pleasure. I caress myself until I reach my peak and my legs began to shake. I moan loud but this time I did not quiet myself I enjoyed it, every stroke, every sensation and every last second.