The Art of the Corset

Chapter Nineteen- Stables

With heavy breaths, Marth slowly removed Eve's corset by pulling it down as she held it together. Still torn from the knife he used to take her in the cave, it was now resting on the ground as small torches and lanterns lit their movements.

"I love you so much." He said taking her into a passionate kiss. She repeated it as his lips moved down her neck and he pinned her hand beside her face as he claimed to love her heavy breath in his ear. His hand move to her breast where he played with it before taking it in his lips. Just for a moment, before moving toward her stomach where he ripped her skirt straight down the middle before allowing her to lay on it, not moving it. He moved her legs so they were on either side of him before she pulled him closer to him.

"I never want you any further apart from me than this." She said as she basked in his kisses before removing his layers of clothing. When he was bare as she was, he placed several dozens of kisses along her body before looking to her for what looked like an "okay".

"I want you to come away with me. Some place just ours. We can build it from scratch or whatever you want. I just want to be with you."

"And me you. I don't care where it is."

He smirked before placing her legs specifically on his waist before she moaned loudly before he thrusted, leaving her trembling at the feeling. For the first time, she was making love, for love-not or payment to survival, but for love. She smiled at the thought before arching her back and he held himself up almost struggling to do so. His slight groans drove her completely insane as she changed so she was on top which quickly changed to him on top once more.

"This is how. It should be." He said delivering another powerful thrust, making her fall apart around him. Luckily the sounds of the horses kept their moans concealed in the night air. His lips moved from her lips to her neck and to her ear. As his hand cupped her breast as she was cold. He smirked as he touched or felt a certain part of her and she squirmed. He was basking in the control of it all. The feeling of being able to know she was his. He needed that feeling more than oxygen.

"Tell me you're mine." He said as his breathing was almost an uncomfortable form of heavy. "Tell me." He demanded as she arched her back and collapsed underneath him.

"I'm yours. Only. Truly." She said as she squealed with pleasure.

"Marry me."

She smiled before screaming her answer as he then collapsed into her. "Yes!"

As they dressed and he gave her his overcoat, he placed his hands on her waist. "I meant it. I want to marry you Eve."

"You hardly know me..." She said smirking.

"I know everything I want to. And I can learn each day."

"What if you stop loving me-"

"That's impossible. I could never because I truly feel like I was made to love you, and you me."

"What about Eleanor and Adams?"

"Ellie and Adams aren't staying together anymore...Today they called it off. Ellie is gonna be with Joseph and Adams will be with whichever poor dame he convinces."

"Dame?"

"I like the new word...I heard it in a play."

"You see plays?"

"See learning new stuff already."

"But there's already so much to do..."

"And it will only get better. I want to be joined with you. In front of God, our friends, family. Everyone."

"And you don't mind my past?"

"You haven't even heard about mine..."

And as they walked back into the castle, she learned of his dangerous past. One she found intriguing and saw him in a new light; a hero. For the years that followed, Evelynn and Marth became wed. Within the first year, they delivered a son. One which became the name of Maxwell. That next year, a daughter; Rose. They kept in touch by writing letters back and forth between Eleanor and Evelynn. They discovered how she became with child; a daughter and a son later on. And even though she was always marked with a title that Marth continuously defended, she found that Miss Belladoux was a sad woman. Who thought love was legend. Evelynn was able to prove to herself as well as the woman who showed her the way of life she became accustomed to.

When she saw her again, her eyes lit up. She explained a lengthy speech about how love did exist, how she knew it, and how it was sad how she denied it. As she walked from the brothel, mature, married, and a truly honorable woman, she sighed as she saw a little girl in an alleyway. Cold from the rain and walking toward the brothel...

THE END