Chapter 80

IAN was looking at his wife, sleeping soundly, when he decided to get out of bed. He removed her hands around his waist and her legs wrapped around his thighs slowly, as Ian did not want to wake Emily up. She would usually be up when Ian was off to the Stone Tower.
Today was no better exception either. But as Ian was getting up from bed and ready to walk to the bathing chambers, someone snatched his wrist. Ian turned to look at wide-alert Emily as if her brown eyes were watching him. She arched her eyebrows.
“You’re seriously not thinking of leaving me here before you get your morning kiss, are you, my lord? Because it would be rather a shameful thing to miss,” Emily stated as she was sitting up on the bed, the covers slipped down her chest to her waist, exposing her breasts for Ian to feast upon. He was looking at her breasts as Emily chuckled.
“See what I mean? You would be missing this,” Emily pointed to her chest as she was pulling Ian to sit next to her on the bed, hooking her arms around his neck.
“Now, would you like your morning kiss, my love? Or would you like to go and bathe alone in the tub?” she whispered huskily as Ian was focusing on his wife’s face. Emily was leaning closer and closer before she kissed his lips. Ian was closing his eyes, dragging his hands on her waist before flipping her over as Emily shrieked at his sudden action.
“Ian!” she screamed, smiling as she glanced over her shoulder when Ian was touching her buttocks lightly before caressing her wet, inviting core. He smirked.
“It would seem that I am not the only one who doesn’t want to leave this bed this morning,” he whispered huskily as Ian plunged two fingers into her core. Emily gasped before she was thrusting at his fingers. Ian smirked even more as he was kissing her buttocks.
“Do you want me inside you, my love?” he said, distracting Emily with his sexual prowess as the marchioness was nodding slowly, moaning as she was gripping the covers.
“Yes, oh my love, yes!” Emily was panting as she was displaying her butt for Ian to look at. Then, her husband was standing behind her as he gripped her waist. Emily was biting her lips before she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance. Emily arched her back as she was thrusting her buttocks toward Ian. Then, her husband thrust forward, making them both moan.
“Oh Gods, Emmy!” Ian moaned before he was pumping in and out of her core, their flesh was slapping against each other before his hand was playing with her clit. Emily was gripping the covers before Ian was kneading her breasts as he pulled her up against his chest.
“You’re so soft, Emmy. And I love every inch of you,” he whispered, making Emily wet even more as her core was filled with his cock. Ian moaned her name before he was pinching her clit and her walls clenched around his cock, making her climax in the most sensual way possible.
Only Ian could make her feel that way.
Her husband moaned as he was spewing his hot load, painting her core hot white before they were holding each other Ian was nuzzling her neck whilst Emily was kissing his shoulder. The dusk was coming as the servants were busying around the townhouse. Emily smiled before she turned to look at her husband as Ian carried her to the bathing chambers to bathe together. Emily laughed.
“It would seem that you cannot keep your hands off me, my lord,” she teased, as Ian smirked before they were sitting in the bathtub, enjoying their morning bath together after a vigorous activity that the whole town surely heard when Emily was moaning so loudly.
She never knew that she was vocal when making love with Ian.
Ian scooped some water as he was washing Emily’s back before kissing her naked shoulder. Then, his hot breath teased her left ear.
“You better believe it, my lady. For you are the one that keeps me thinking about ravishing you all day,” he said before sighing.
“Unfortunately, I have to go to Stone Tower after we break our fast. I cannot seem to be away when the riots are not solved yet. And the queen has been instructing us, the Higher Court, to find the best way to handle it,” he said as Emily turned in his arms. His cock was leaving her cocoon of warmth as his wife wrapped her hands around his neck, staring into his eyes. Emily smiled.
“It’s okay, Ian. Now I know why you were upset last night. I’m sorry if I was trying to be a nosy wife when you’re stressed out with your work. I’m sorry, my love,” she said, kissing his lips before hugging him. Ian smoothed his hands on her back as Emily was whispering sweet things to make him feel better.
And I have been keeping a secret from her. What have I didn’t deserve Lady Emily Moore when her brother might want to reconcile with her? I kept her in the dark, Ian thought before he was hugging his wife tightly, not knowing how to break the news of her brother reaching out to her. If only Ian knew Edwin’s intention, then perhaps he would not have been worried after all.

EMILY and Ian broke their fast together as she was looking at her husband. Ian was looking suave in the black Ditto suit as his breeches, waistcoat, and coat were matched. Emily was looking at him up and down as Ian was sipping on his blood-laced tea as Emily was eating her scrambled eggs. Then, she sipped her blood-laced tea as well before dabbing her mouth and clearing her throat.
“So, will you be gone long, my love?” she asked as Ian was turning the pages of The Island. Then, he was closing the papers when Ian was focusing his amber eyes on her. Emily smiled when she saw that Ian was smirking at her.
“Why, my love? Are you anxious to have me in your bed again, Emmy?” her husband asked her as Emily was tracing her eyes all over his body. His muscular, hard chest, broad shoulders, and his powerful thighs.
Those power thighs made her scream for hours last night.
Emily covered her eyes as she knew that her iris was all pure obsidian right now. She knew that her inner Demon was showing its possessiveness over Ian and Emily was not ashamed to claim that she was so much in love and possessive over her husband.
She was smiling as Emily stood up, walking toward Ian, who was looking at her. His eyes were pure obsidian as well. She leaned closer, putting her hands on the dining table as Ian was looking at her face. She smiled, biting her lower lips before their hot breaths were mingling together.
“And what will you do if I say that I will miss you in my bed, Ian? Will you come back earlier than before?” she asked as Emily was caressing her hand on The Island. Ian smirked before he stood up, stepping closer to Emily as she was staring up at her husband. Then, Ian was smiling.
“Hmm, now you’re making me angry for even going to Stone Tower,” Ian whispered as Emily was smirking wickedly at her husband. But before she could kiss him, Ian stepped back and took his coat as the butler came and brought his hat and gloves. Ian put them on, making sure that he pulled the gloves tightly as Emily was biting her lips and gripping the edge of the table.
He must know how much that pulling the leather gloves was turning me on, Emily mused as Ian was taking his cane, the silver griffin head at the top, before making his way to the entrance of the dining hall where the butler had disappeared earlier. Then, Ian was turning around as he gestured his hat at her. “I will see you tonight, wife.”
Emily crossed her arms. She arched her eyebrows. “And you would leave without kissing me goodbye. My, my, my lord. You are forgetting your wicked touch these days,” she added before Ian was striding toward her. Then, he was gripping her in his arms before claiming her mouth as if he owned it. And Lord Dorian Hassildor, Marquis of Kain, did own her mouth as Emily was his wife. He plunged his tongue inside her mouth as Emily was gripping his lapels. Before she could enjoy his wicked kiss, Ian broke it as he stepped back and went ahead of Emily.
“I will see you tonight, Emmy. Think of me during the intervals,” Ian said, smirking as he tipped his hat and left Emily, who was still feeling the lingering kiss of her husband. She scoffed before the marchioness was clearing her throat, smiling as she can hardly wait for what was happening when her husband came home later that evening.