“What were you doing outside?” he asked as they started to walk back towards the house. “What exactly were you thinking that made Bertrand want to sing to you?”She smiled. “I was thinking about my options, my Lord,” replied. “I thought I cannot go to Louis Didier, and there must be some other way. I was planning to ask for work when you get back...” She lowered her face. “I didn’t know yet that you’ve paid Louis for me.”He was thinking. “Do you realize that once word gets out that I’ve paid to release you from your marriage, everyone would expect that you're going to be my mistress?”She gulped but managed to nod. “I was thinking the same thing.”He was quiet for a few moments. “I can give you work,” he finally said. “And I can pay you a part of your wage while I took back my investment. But I know I cannot promise not to take you to my bed, ma bichette. The temptation is too much. And besides, I cannot secure your safety from other men if you will not hold the status of my lover.”
Adalene stared at the Baron’s handsome face. She couldn’t help but feel disappointed, but before she could make a fool of herself, she lowered her eyes.“Yes, you are right. I am indeed a bit sore.”She did not want to burden him with her expectations because she shouldn’t have any! And, honestly, her thighs ached also. They had never had the experience of being as tensed ever as when he was... doing his thing between them.He went back to the hall and she continued on her walk to her bedchamber, again feeling the acute disappointment that she would not be sleeping in a bed with him tonight. She would have loved, at least, to cuddle...She almost stumbled at the thought. She really should stop thinking about doing things with him that a woman would expect from a husband. But she was sleeping with him! screamed another part of her inside her head. Well, it was purely lust. That was different from love.Then she remembered how sweetly and lovingly he had kissed her face after they made
Upon arrival at the Duke’s castle, Adalene’s senses were assaulted by all things royalty. Color, smell, and noise of different tones and varying degrees of emotions were all over the place. She tried not to get too overwhelmed especially since Fabian—Baron Deschamps, her lover, and keeper—warned her she could get overwhelmed by the aristocrats. But it was difficult because she had never been exposed to something so busy and noisy and colorful!Now, as she looked down at what she could see of the activities from the window of the room she occupied with him, she couldn’t help but think back to the events that happened in the most recent days.Just a few days ago, she was just a bride being married to a callous, old man whom her father had arranged for her to marry in a drunken moment. She grew up on a farm that was mostly quiet in her whole existence except for days of seasonal feasts, and she expected that by now she would be living in a vineyard this time that would be made callous by
They took a short ride later in the day as he showed her around. And when they arrived back in the chateau, there were a lot more people on the grounds. She instantly noticed the curious looks of those who had seen them on the grounds. Fabian helped her get down her mount and behind him, she saw ladies whisper, their headdresses almost entangling as their heads gossiped. It did not help that Fabian’s right hand held her waist familiarly while he instructed his men about, going back to their rooms with his hand firmly remaining at the small of her back. By then, several more pairs of eyes had been added to the first few.“Try not to be drawn into any conversation with the ladies. They can be quite... notorious when they’re bored. I don’t want you getting into situations you don’t need to get into.”“Oui, my Lord,” she replied obediently. “Is there anything else?”“I know my great aunt will arrive tomorrow. I have things to discuss with her.”Her eyes lit up as she smiled. “Really?” she
And she reacted to his kiss like a hungry woman. She couldn’t stop kissing him, tasting him, especially as her kisses seemed to make his eyes more feverish with lust. He growled at one point and pushed her on her back to the mattress, and she had to let the Baron have his way with her, reveling in every bit of kisses and nips and flicks of his wet tongue on every nook and cranny of her body. He took her hands and held them over her head as his knees commanded her thighs to open wide for him. When he drove inside of her, it was in one smooth motion. She was already soaking in her own juices. Ahh... so thick, she could feel all of him. Her inner muscles rejoiced at something to clutch. She was so hot for him that a few hard thrusts threw her on the edge of her first climax. She writhed violently under him, her velvety flesh powerfully vibrating around his cock until the giant waves of ecstasy passed. And her cries of passion filled the stone room. After that, Fabian’s thrusts became
ODETTE AND OLIVIE helped her get dressed. She was ready when the Baron entered her bedchamber to collect her. He was in casual finery this evening except for the luxurious surcoat that bore the cote of arms of their province. He went to her and kissed her, even with Odette and Olivie still there. The two women quickly disappeared. “I missed you last night,” Fabian said. His voice was gentle, but the look in his eyes was alert. She smiled up at him. “Didn’t you have a good time with the other lords?” “Some of them are close friends, yes. But I still missed you.” She sighed. “How could you miss me? I am not your betrothed or your wife. I am not important.” As soon as she’d said that, she wanted to take them back. But then he was kissing her again... hungrily and passionately, and she was instantly so consumed by it that when he stopped, she had melted into him and was as breathless as he was. “You are important, Adalene. You must know.” Only in his bed, she thought. She knew thi
HE GAVE HER TIME to clean up and get back to looking presentable before they went down to the grounds to be with his men. Heads and headdresses bumped again. The Baron told her to do everything she was told to do, and that’s what she did, not minding any of them at all. She did not believe the books he had gifted her with had been coincidences, since the characters were royals and the setting was in the palace court. She believed he carefully chose them so she could learn from them while he was away with the duke and the knights. She gained a few lessons from it about courtly manners and had even practiced the curtsies and memorized titles and what to address each one, asking Odette for guidance if she looked like she was doing it the right way. But using them when the person wasn’t there as opposed to them standing right in front of her, she found, was very different, for she was so fearful of making a mistake when faced with the Titled. So, she listened and observed others before ve
THAT NIGHT was almost like the night before. As soon as they began mingling with the others, Lady Veronique arrived like a vulture, and again, Fabian and the other men were summoned by the Duke. She tried to hide her dismay as he commanded his men to look after Adalene again before he left. She did not understand why she had to go down, anyway. She had no one she trusted enough to talk to, and she could not very well talk to the knights. I wish I had Odette by my side, she thought as she dismally walked out to the balcony to stare out into the night with a drink in her hand. But Odette and Olivie stayed on the outskirts of the feast with the other maids, so she was with no one. “Not enjoying the evening, my dear?” She turned to find an old, robust lady in a beautiful gown beside her, smiling at her kindly, but with eyes most curious and alive. Adalene smiled at her, grateful that at least there was someone to talk to while she spent a few more minutes before she asked for Sir Thi