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They did so the entire walk back to Belmont, only fading away as her head hit her pillow, snuck in through the back and slipped in just as the others left for their breakfast.

Truly, the employees of Belmont were experts in their craft of keeping secrets.

Chapter 15

Her eyes fluttered open to an arching ceiling, held up by ash-stained beams stretching from one high wall to the other. The stained wood had failed at its job, allowing large patches of the stone ceiling to crumble away, taking parts of the wall with it, and allowing ivy to crawl through the gaps.

Light rain watered the trees and shrubs growing from the stone ground. Rows and rows of moss-covered pews faced her, wood bloated with moisture.

Dark clouds rolled overhead, misting Emma's body as she lay flat against her hard, smooth bed. Her thin sleeping gown clung to her puckered skin, sticking her hair to her face, but she felt no discomfort.

There was no need for shelter or cover when every breeze felt like a caress, when every raindrop was a kiss.

"Emma."

And no need for fire or clothing when just one reverent sounding of her name blessed her with deep warmth. There was only one being in this world who could wrap the single word around his tongue with such worship, sending the coil of pleasure pulsing through her.

Her slick skin begged for his hands, her lips tingled, and yet she still could not move. It was as if the rain had turned her to stone as the rest of the place, forbidding even a finger or toe to move.

Despite her immobilized state, her breath still managed to hitch when fingers grazed across the arch of her foot and traced her ankle. Her hips fell as strong hands gripped her knees, prying her legs apart.

A flash of inky black hair passed by before her back arched off her platform, eyes squeezing shut. She didn't need to see his face to know the feeling of plush lips around her collarbone. Her mind swirled when a fat tongue slipped up her neck, catching her earlobe with blunt teeth.

Whimpers and moans broke from Emma's throat. Her hands clutched at the stone beneath her, slipping against the water puddled there.

"Emma." The whisper came again just a breath before the soaked fabric ripped first from her knees. It wasn't long before the same strong hands had torn it to her navel, parting what remained in the way with ease. Only then, when desperate hands clutched at the curve of her hip, did her eyes shoot open.

And suddenly, all of her was filled with the sight of him. While the angle of his chin and crease of his brow were so familiar, she could sketch them from memory, the fire in his eyes was a sight she had only seen once before.

Then, he had shown her earthly body the heights of pleasure, and her very soul sang to feel it again.

Without breaking her gaze, he wrapped a hand around both her ankles and, with a long, slow pull, dragged her body across the marble, bringing her closer to him. She moved over the slab as if it were melted butter, without a snag or catch.

Her feet hit the ground first, toes cushioned by moss that felt made of silk. Sinking to her knees felt like an inevitability. She hadn't wondered if he had been clothed or not, but with her cheek pressed against his bare, hot thigh, she could only assume.

Just as he took her ankles, fingers laced through her hair, taking hold at the back of her skull. The hold guided her face from his leg, forcing Emma to peer through mirky, unfocused eyes at her captor.

Raindrops bounced off enormous shoulders, hard muscle rolling just underneath mossy skin. If she didn't know better, she would think he had just peeled away from the vine-encased walls. While his expression was nothing but placid, a distinct fire burned behind his eyes.

No man had ever looked at her like that, but she would be a fool to not know its meaning. Even if she didn't, her body did. A pool of desire rushed between her legs, sending her rocking on her ankles.

"On your knees."

She didn't need to be told twice. With hands pressed against the skin of his legs, feeling the blood flowing through his veins beneath, she propped herself fully on her knees.

Their eyes never parted, it wasn’t needed for Emma to know of the gargantuan part of him that pulsed just before her lips. The heat of it warmed her face, and she just knew that, should she stick her tongue out just the tiniest bit, she could taste him the way he had tasted her.

She could practically smell his need for it.

"Open your mouth."

Training had demanded her to keep her lips pressed together, only ever opening them enough as needed to speak.

There was no such thing as training as her jaw fell open as wide as she could, her tongue falling beyond her lips, saliva dripping from the tip.

"Good girl."

The words hit her ears only a moment before a hard, slick wall of burning muscle hit her lips. Never breaking eye contact, his cock slid across her tongue, filling her mouth, and slipping down her throat.

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