Chapter 78

THE sun was rising slowly as the servants had drawn the curtains to close the windows. Emily was removing her reticule as well as the hairpins that she put in her ringlets and other places. She undid the bodice of her gown when a pair of hands were brushing against her sides. Emily smiled before she was glancing at Ian who was eager to undress her as his hands moved to untie the skirts around her waistline. Emily chuckled softly.
“If I did not know better, my lord, I would say that you are eager to have me in our bed tonight,” Emily said as her skirts dropped to the floor, pooling around her ankles before Ian was pulling the bodice from her shoulders and dropped it on top of the skirts. Her husband chuckled.
“What makes you think so, my love?” Ian whispered against her neck as he undid the lacing of her corset. Emily was angling her neck for better access to his wet kisses before the corset was hitting the floor as well. She moaned softly.
“Oh… just because my guts are telling me so,” she said before Ian was squeezing her breasts against her chemise. Her nipples hardened before Emily could feel his erection against her back, seeing that the bustles were not there to keep some distance between them now.
“Then, do you know what I will be doing next?” Ian whispered before he turned Emily around to look at him. They were moving toward the bathing chamber as the steam was wafting above the hot water that Ian asked the servants to fill whilst they were having their supper.
Emily was arching her eyebrows before she was standing next to the clawed copper bathtub. Then, Ian was sitting with her on the edge of the tub as he kneeled in front of her, gathering the hem of her chemise to her waist, exposing her thighs to his view. His amber eyes were locking with hers.
“Such beauty is mine, and mine alone,” he whispered as Ian undid the garters at the end of her stockings. The silk ribbons gave away as Ian pulled them off and dropped them to the floor. He stared at her face as Emily sucked on her breath when Ian’s hands were on her thigh, pulling one of the garters down, and exposing her smooth thigh and calf to his touch. Emily shivered, knowing how erotic that touch was to her, as Ian was smirking.
“I love it when you’re shivering under my touch, my love,” Ian said as he was pulling the other stocking and shoved them off her feet before pushing her thighs wider, making her exposed to his amber gaze. Then, Ian was pulling her chemise over her head as she was naked on the day that Emily was born. She breathed hard as her chest rose and fell. Ian was looking at her breasts when she was touching the silk waistcoat that Ian still wore. She felt slightly naughty when Ian was fully clothed and she was not.
“I want to undress you, my love. Let me, please,” Emily whispered as Ian chuckled softly. Then, he stood in front of her as Emily was undoing his buttons, pushing the waistcoat off his body. Then, she pulled his shirt from his breeches and threw it over his head, dropping it to the floor. Then, she undid the flapper of the breeches before pulling it down his muscular thighs as Emily was greeted by his thick, heavy erection. She stared into the amber eyes as she was gripping Ian’s cock, moving her hands up and down as she felt the girth expanding in her hands.
Emily smirked. “Someone’s eager, my lord. Perhaps I should kiss him?” she asked as Ian growled at her.
“Perhaps my wife should,” he said as Emily took his cock inside her mouth, wetting the length as she bobbed her head up and down. Ian moaned as he was gripping her hair tight, thrusting his hips to the rhythm that Emily set. Then, she released him with a pop as Emily stood up in front of her husband.
“Are you wet? I must have you know, my love,” Ian whispered as she was smiling. Emily stepped back into the copper tub before she offered her hand to her husband. Ian was locking his eyes with hers before he stepped into the bathtub as well. Then, she was wrapping her leg around his torso.
“Why don’t you find out yourself, my love?” she whispered to his ear as Ian thrust forward. They both moaned at the contact as Emily was gripping his neck. She was thrusting her breasts against Ian as her hard nipples were grazing his hard chest.
Ian moaned before he bent down his head, taking one hard peak into his mouth, rolling his tongue against it whilst moving in and out of his core. Emily gasped as the sensation of pleasure left her breathless and she was moving her pelvis to match the rhythm that her husband was making. Then, she felt the sensation was building to its peak.
“Ian,” she whispered, gripping his buttocks as Ian was thrusting deeper, stronger, and faster. The water splashed in the bathtub as they moved. Then, Ian was laying Emily down in the water, splashing it on the floor, wetting their clothes. Her husband did not lose his rhythm as Emily was wrapping her legs around his torso. They were moaning, gasping for air before Ian was whispering in her ear.
“Come with me, Emmy. Come!” he said huskily before Emily was feeling his hand that was touching her chest. She moaned before she felt that she was going over the edge of her peak as her walls were clenching around his cock. Ian moaned as well when she felt the stickiness inside her core. Ian jerked on top of her, sending the water splashing to the floor again. Then, they were out of breath.
Emily was looking at the candles that were highlighting Ian’s sinew muscles and sinew. She traced it with her hands as Ian was kissing her neck, nuzzling it, and breathing in her lily scent. Then, he was biting on his claim, making Emily moan and move against his thighs. Ian chuckled. “It has been a few days since your last feeding, my love. Would you like that tonight?” Ian said as he leaned back and looked into Emily’s eyes. She smiled as she was nodding slowly, too listless to move after that mind-blowing bath sex that they had. Were they the first couple to try this kind of sexual intercourse?
Oh my, I am such a wicked lady, Emily mused as Ian was tracing them against his chest before offering them to Emily. She was gripping his shoulder before taking his essence into her mouth, tasting Ian in her mouth as she took the blood into her body and hoping that Ian would be with her for eternity.
After a few minutes, Emily closed the wound with her saliva as she was smiling at her husband. Then, Ian claimed her mouth into a bloody kiss for the rest of the night before they bathed and went to continue their sexual activity in their bed.

IAN was looking at Emily’s naked back as he was tying the robe that he wore. Then, he moved to the receiving room of their master's bedchamber, noting that the butler had left a missive with Emily’s name on it. He knew that he shouldn’t be sniffing at his wife’s business but Ian got curious as he took the missive, broke the wax, and read the contents. Then, he froze, for it was not from anyone that he expected Emily to receive a missive in the early dusk.
It was from her brother, the missing Lord Edwin Moore, who was known as Edwin Ortiz at the time.
“Damnation,” Ian whispered as he reread the missive. He knew that Emily was trying to reach out to her brother, who was rumored to be in Chentersea but it would seem that they were both wrong. Edwin Ortiz was seen in the Molftus Market yesterday when Emily was going out to buy some of the purchases for the townhouse. It was not a coincidence, Ian just knew that Edwin Ortiz was not approaching Emily to reconcile with her. Ian bit his lower lips as he refolded the missive. “I cannot let her know,” he mumbled before someone was answering him.
“Let me know what, Ian?”
The marquis turned as he was trying to conceal the evidence that he had snooped around his wife’s affairs only to have Emily stare at him, in her naked glory, crossing her arms as she was focusing on his face.
Oh, Gods, I should have known that Emily would be searching for me tonight, he mused as the marquis was smiling, trying to control the tension that was brewing between him and his wife.