Chapter 84
EMILY was stunned. She did not know what was happening until she was falling into the divan that she occupied earlier, planning on how to bring her husband down. But of course, it was not him that was down this time, it was herself that was giving in when Ian was kissing her on the lips.
Oh, Gods, her husband could truly kiss with that perfect mouth as Emily was moaning in the kiss. She was gripping the armrests when Ian was whispering against her mouth, their hot breaths mingled together.
“Will you insult me again, Emmy? Or will we have to do this all night when I know that we can have something else in mind that will give us the release that we need,” he whispered before Emily was hissing at him.
“You are not going to share my bed tonight, Ian. Not now, not ever,” she said before her husband just chuckled at her attempt to be intimidating. His obsidian eyes were locking with hers. Emily knew that her eyes were pure obsidian as well when color faded from her sight.
Great, the last thing I needed was my inner Demon to demand copulation with my husband right now, she mused as Emily was trying to find an escape route from the yellow room. But Ian chuckled when she was trying to focus.
“Ah… I will hold you to that promise that you made, my love. It’s just… turning me on to be a better husband to you,” Ian whispered against her mouth before Emily was pushing him through his chest. Ian stepped back before she was standing up, defending herself behind the divan as Ian was looking at her like the predator that he was.
But Ian was not the only predator in the house now.
“Well, if you’re that confident, my lord, I suggest you start doing that, or I might lose interest and seek someone else,” Emily taunted the predator inside her husband as Ian was snapping his eyes at her face.
Oh, Gods, why does my mouth has to be fouled at this moment? Emily mused before she was walking across the room, trying to put some distance between her and Ian. But the marquis was patient as he just smirked at her.
Then, he straightened himself as he was pushing his hands inside his breeches pockets. Ian chuckled softly before he was walking around the yellow room, examining every detail that Emily had put inside the once-abandoned room that the marquis had no use for.
“I like what you have done with the room, my love,” Ian commented as his finger was tracing the mantel. Emily gulped at the sight as she knew what those fingers could do to her body and so much more, as Ian was tracing the mantel whilst his obsidian eyes were tracing her every step.
Emily smirked as she was walking in a circle as Ian was coming closer. Her skirts rustled against the carpeted floor when she was standing behind the three-seater divan. She crossed her arms.
“Of course. Who do you think I am? I can decorate your rooms to perfection, my lord. And nothing can stop me from doing it again,” Emily stated as her husband was humming, purring with happiness as he was smirking.
“Even me, my love?” Ian asked as Emily was narrowing her eyes to slits as she was looking at her husband.
“Even you, my lord. And I must say that I have to go now because I have so many interior changes that I need to do to someone else’s house,” Emily taunted, knowing that it would drive Ian to madness. She knew that her husband would never let her go, but for now, Emily needed some space from her husband.
But that private space was limited as Emily was trapped inside that house.
Emily inched herself against the door of the yellow room, wanting to make sure that her husband would not be coming after her. But of course, her lord husband had more perspective than anyone that Emily had known in her entire existence. As she was trying to escape, Ian was there, using his enhanced agility to get to her before Emily could get out of the yellow room. He gripped her arms as Ian was pushing against the wall. His obsidian eyes were looking at her as Emily’s inner Demon was trying to surface to come out and play with her mate.
Not now, damnation! She thought and before Emily could utter a word, Ian was kissing her mouth again. This time, her husband was determined to make sure that Emily would forget about their fight as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, tasting wine and his scent.
Emily was gripping his hands, trying to move away from him. But what a woman can do when her husband was this attractive and this possessive when Emily never had anyone that wanted her as Ian needed her for the rest of his life?
Call it whatever you want but I will never go away from you, my love, his kisses were telling Emily but she cannot forgive him just yet.
Until his hands were gripping her waist and hauling her up against the wall as Emily wrapped her legs around his torso automatically. Emily moaned in their kisses as Ian was slipping the skirts away from her legs, baring her ankles and calves as his calloused hands were brushing against them, their roughness met the smoothness of her legs.
Emily felt her core tingling with need as Ian was breaking the kiss and kissing her jaws and neck. Emily moaned again before she was breathing hard, wanting to just have Ian inside her core. But she had to keep her promise of not sharing her bed with him just yet.
Not until Ian pleaded for forgiveness from her.
Then, Ian leaned back as he was staring at her face before he was leaning his forehead against hers, breathing hard.
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