| Subject: Chapter 49 (NC-17) |
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Date Posted: Thursday, February 01, 10:41:22am
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Jacqueline
's message, "An English Love Chps 39 onward" on Tuesday, October 17, 10:07:59am
Nikita followed the two young women to the large doors that opened up to Michael’s bedchambers. She was ushered into a large sitting room and realized how much larger his quarters were compared to her own. She had hoped they would eventually live in the same bedroom.
Nikita was staring at the magnificent artwork which adorned the walls and covered the ceilings. It must have taken ages to paint these walls and ceilings.
“This way, my lady.” Rose pointed to an area near a large fireplace. Nikita nodded and followed her direction. She had Nikita sit on a chaise lounge. “Wait here, my lady.”
Nikita looked around the room for her husband and asked Rose, “Where is Lord Michael?” She needed to speak formally around the servants.
Rose smiled and said, “You see those two doors over there. He is readying himself. We must bid you goodbye. Good luck.”
Nikita watched as they exited the room. She was unaware of what she was supposed to do and decided to wait for him to come through the door.
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On the other side of the door, Michael had disrobed from his wedding attire and bathed. His manservant had prepared the room with candles and fresh flowers scattered throughout the room. Michael had dressed himself into a robe and now waited for the manservant to make his departure.
He had been with many women, but had never been this nervous. He prayed to God that she would be happy with him and that he would please her physically, spiritually, and emotionally. He promised God that he would do everything in his power to love and protect her as she deserved.
His manservant silently left the room and Michael breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, they would be alone and together. The moment he had been waiting for had arrived.
He stood up and braced himself for what was about to occur. He hoped she would not be too afraid and that she would trust him to guide her in their lovemaking.
He made his way over to the doors. His stomach felt like a bottomless pit as he anticipated seeing his angel on the other side of the door. He put his hand on the knob to open the door
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Nikita waited patiently for Michael to enter. She was afraid. Not afraid of the pain of lovemaking, but falling too deeply in love with Michael. She believed he felt the same for her, but he never expressed it to her verbally. She wanted this marriage to be a happy and fulfilling one. She promised herself that she would not become the typical subservient English wife.
She heard the knob to his doors creaking and her heart dropped to her feet. She stood up and felt her mouth go dry.
Michael opened the doors and she saw him walk through. Her eyes were glued to his like magnets and she felt a hot feeling rush throughout her entire body. He was dressed in dark robe and his hair was tousled. He stared at her with such love and intensity. His eyes spoke of desire and passion. She breathed heavily in anticipation of his next move.
Michael drank in the site of Nikita as he opened the door. There his beloved stood. The fire outlined her body in the dark room and he could almost see through the slip she was wearing. He paused at the door to gaze at this beautiful woman standing by his fire place. He had never desired any woman this deeply. His body was in shock at her beauty.
He started to walk slowly towards her and noted how her desire screamed out of her eyes as he ventured closer.
Nikita could hear her heart beating rapidly in her ears. Michael walked towards her and she felt as if her legs were about to give out. He was soon within inches of her face. She could smell the fresh perfumed soap on his skin and she closed her eyes to inhale his aroma.
Michael could feel the heat between them escalating. He continued to wallow in the site of her and smell of her. She was completely intoxicating. She opened her eyes and he caught her gaze. They had not yet touched.
He looked from her eyes to her lips and back to her eyes. He parted his lips lightly and said softly, “You are so beautiful.”
His soft sexy voice simmered through her ears and throughout her body. He brought his hand up to the side of her face and caressed it lightly.
He brought his other hand to her cheek. His hands performed a light facial massage as they explored. Her eyebrows, cheeks, lips and her neck became subject to his loving touch. He needed reassurance that she was ready for this.
She looked into his eyes as he paused. He leaned over and kissed her forehead lightly. His hot lips on her skin made her body feel feverish. He leaned back and looked into her eyes. “Are you ready to become one with me, my love?”
She blushed and looked into his eyes with equal desire. “Make me yours Michael.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. He replied, “With pleasure I will make you mine, my beautiful wife.”
He leaned over slowly watching the desire in her eyes heighten as he neared her lips. He brushed them lightly and softly with his own. She immediately responded back. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue to lightly brush her. He slowly increased the intensity of their kiss. He allowed his tongue into his mouth to dance with his own. He would nibble on her bottom lip when her tongue exited.
When his lips touched hers, it awakened her soul. She never wanted anything as much as she wanted him. A new kind of hunger swelled up inside her body. She opened her mouth and kissed him with abandon. She reached up and ran her hands through his tousled hair.
The heat between them increased drastically. She ran her hands through his hair, then proceeded to run them down his back and to the front up to his chest. Michael had been roaming his hands all over body. He brought one hand up to her breast and massaged it lightly through the this material covering it.
Nikita moaned slightly and he pulled back from their kiss. She opened her eyes and he could see her desire. He placed his lips on her neck where he began his trail of kisses down to her breasts. Her scent was enticing. He had reached her nipple where he nibbled at it through her slip. “Michael,” He heard her whisper softly, but with intense yearning.
Nikita could not describe the sensations in her body. She never wanted something so badly. She craved for him to go further, to satisfy this hunger.
As he continued to nibble on her breasts, Nikita felt as if she would pass out from her overwhelming sense.
Michael looked up and saw the pleasure in her demeanor. She was absolutely beautiful. He needed to get her into the bedroom. He could not wait much longer.
He stood up straight to gain her attention. She opened her eyes in amazement and wondered why he had stopped. “Michael? Please?” She pleaded him to continue.
He reached down and grabbed her hand lightly. He fiddled with the ring he had placed onto her finger. She looked into his eyes and saw love. He told her, “I have fallen in love with you, Nikita. Let me show you.”
Nikita’s eyes filled with tears at his verbal declaration. She bit her bottom lip and looked down. He reached for her chin and directed her eyes back up to his own. “Did I say something wrong?”
She smiled and giggled, “No Michael. I am just so happy you said that. I have been waiting to hear you say that.” She let tears run down her cheeks as she spoke.
He sighed inwardly with relief. “Allow me to show you. Come with me.” He led her by the hand to his bedroom. He closed the door behind him.
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