A Lady's Scandal

XXII: A Place Like Home

1810
NOBLEBRANCH ESTATE,  PEMBROKE, DERBYSHIRE
 
Tears streamed down her cheeks as Ophelia enveloped Paul in an embrace, her sobs echoing. She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. "Promise me you will come back. Promise me you would not forget me."
 
With his fingers, Paul gently wiped away her tears. "I promise, Fifi. I will come back if I can, or will visit whenever possible. And if I cannot, I will write letters. Every day, if I must. You will hear from me, I swear it."
 
She nodded, her heart aching but comforted by his words. They embraced again, holding each other tightly as if to imprint the memory of this moment.
 
"Wait for me," Paul whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I will miss you terribly."
 
"I shall wait," she replied, her voice breaking. "I will miss you just as much."
 
Reluctantly, Paul released her and took a step back. He gave her one last, lingering look before turning to join his family. Lord and Lady Glanchester, along with Edward, Henry, William, Catherine, and Emily, were already settled in the carriage, waiting for him.
 
Paul climbed into the carriage, his heart heavy. As he settled into his seat, he noticed Ophelia running toward the carriage. She stopped in front of its entrance, her eyes wide and tear-filled.
 
"You have yet to promise me." she loudly reminded, her voice trembling. "That you shall not forget me!"
 
He leaned out of the carriage, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I shall not, Fifi. I promise."
 
"I will wait for your letters. Every single one."
 
As the carriage started to move, Ophelia kept pace, walking alongside it. Paul reached out and took her hand, holding it tightly until the carriage picked up speed, forcing her to let go.
 
"Fifi!" he shouted, his voice carrying over the distance.
 
"Paul!" she cried, standing still as the carriage rolled away. She slowly starts to wave her hand at it as she watched it made its way down the long path ahead.
 
As the carriage rolled away, Paul kept his eyes on her until she was just a small figure in the distance. He watched as she waved, her form gradually fading from view until the estate itself disappeared behind a bend in the road.
 
Ophelia stood there, watching the carriage until it was completely out of sight. Her heart ached with the emptiness of his absence, but she held onto his promise. She would wait for his letters, and she would keep their friendship alive through the written words that would cross the huge miles between them.
 
With a heavy sigh, she turned and slowly made her way back to her own coach.
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As the soft light filtered through the heavy drapes of Glanchester Hall’s master bedroom, Paul's eyes widened as he watched Ophelia crawl onto the bed, her naked body splendid in front of him. Her strawberry blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her breasts perfectly. He could not help but stare at her enchanting blue eyes as she straddled him, her wetness hovering just above his throbbing hardness.

"You are captivating," he murmured, reaching up to cup her face in his hands.

Ophelia grinned, her lips curling up into a seductive smile. "And you…are quite enthusiastic," she replied, grinding her hips against him.

Paul groaned, his manhood twitching in anticipation. Ophelia leaned down, her waves tickling his chest as she pressed her lips to his. Paul wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as they deepened the kiss. He could feel her nipples hardening against his chest, her breath hitching as he ran his hands down her back.

Breaking the kiss, Ophelia sat up, her eyes locked onto his as she slowly sank down onto his throbbing hardness. Paul groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as she started to ride him. Her insides was so warm and wet, gripping him like a vice as she moved up and down.