Just when Matthew thought that his world had come to an end, Arabella staggered into a halt. She turned around abruptly, her face drained of all colors as if she'd just seen a ghost. Before he could make out what made her so scared, she whispered frantically,"Matthew, that's my mother!"Matthew's gaze roved over the place and he immediately spotted Viscountess Winthrop across the lawn, strolling with her maid. "Come, quick!" He took hold of her arm and propelled her away from the place. She offered no resistance, stumbling after him across the lawn, past the entrance gate and onto the sidewalk. It must be his lucky day, because just then, a hackney conveniently passed by. Matthew hailed the vehicle and as soon as it pulled by, Matthew opened the door and Arabella jumped into it. "Go home. I'll come to you later and explain it all."And as Matthew watched the vehicle receding into the distance, he sent a big, huge thanks to Heaven for the timely intervention of fate.*****It wasn'

Her gaze remained on his face when she took the last step to close the distance. Matthew wore nothing beneath his banyan and she appeared to know it. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, she reached under the silk."No, don't..." Soft, cool fingers wrapped gently around his length and his words ended in a moan. He wanted to pull away, but his strength seemed to desert him. In an instant, his already half-hardened sex swelled between her fingers as they gave him a firm yet gentle stroke.In no time, a drop of his manly essence was pearled on his tip. With her thumb, she smeared the thick substance over his crown, then she brought her finger to her mouth to taste it. Matthew watched transfixed when her tongue darted out to lick her thumb, and the last shred of his resistance crumbled to dust. A groan of surrender ripped from his throat and he succumbed to temptation. He took her by the hips and lifted her tight against him, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth. Clinging onto him

Finally, Jacob came up with an acceptable solution. He asked for adjoining rooms for them. Marguerite's reluctance to stay there grew stronger as they followed the innkeeper climbing up the unlit, rickety stairs. They could barely see anything beyond a few steps ahead of them, for the only source of light was the small candle in the quiet man's hand. Marguerite felt her anxiety grow as they reached the second landing. The pitch black darkness made it impossible to make out the color of the walls or to see the end of the corridor. Marguerite forced herself to move forward. It took a great deal of self control not to run away from this hideous place. Finally the innkeeper stopped in front of a door and unlocked it. He preceded them into the room and lit some candles before entering the other room through the adjoining door. The man briefly showed them the adjoining bathroom inside both rooms then left them both in privacy."Not bad, isn't it?"Jacob cast a glance at the neatly made bed

Dear readers, I'm sorry for the very late update. Trying my best to juggle family, my current job and my passion for writing. Please keep in mind that I only want to deliver the best for you. Please feel free to let me know what you think of the story. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 🎊 As the trip progressed, Marguerite soon found that she could sit comfortably with Jacob for long minutes without the need to speak. To her great relief, he seemed relaxed and content with the companionable silence between them, not trying to entertain her with constant conversation. After a while, the quiet surroundings and the smooth motion of the vehicle made Marguerite feel sleepy. She'd just dozed off when suddenly the deafening sound of a gunshot rang out, startling her awake. The carriage lurched to a sudden halt and she was jolted forwards. Blinking back her confusion, she searched for Jacob in the opposite seat and asked fearfully,"Jake, is that robber?!" "You stay here, I'll check." Ja

Dear readers, please don't forget to leave a comment below to help me understand what you like. I'll do my best to deliver the best for you.After a brief chat, they set their sights on the town market, hoping to find food and perhaps secure passage to their next destination, Vermont. The walk took about thirty minutes, and by the time they arrived, Marguerite's stomach was grumbling loudly. Despite the hunger pangs, she pressed on. Just as a wave of faintness washed over her, they reached the bustling market. Jacob, ever observant, noticed Marguerite's pale face and stopped short."Maggie, are you okay?" he asked with concern."I'm feeling a bit lightheaded," she admitted. "Maybe I need to sit down."Jacob gently took Chester from her arms and offered Marguerite his other arm for support. His firm grip steadied her as he guided her to a nearby bench."Don't worry," he assured her, "We'll find a doctor if you need one." He carefully placed Chester on the bench and helped her sit."No