Chapter 85

“EMMY, I know I messed up but I ask for your forgiveness, my love. I know that when I saw your face, I had made a grave decision that could ruin your relationship with your brother. I should have told you, not sniffing around in your affairs, my love.” Ian chuckled as he was smoothing his hands on her legs, up and down, an erotic dance of foreplay that Emily knew she would succumb to later on when she forgave her husband.
And she was close to doing that, wanting their fight to reconcile and make up before this went on forever.
“So, you admit that you are on the wrong side this time, Ian? I’m sure you can learn a thing or two from this mistake then,” Emily whispered against his mouth as Ian was smirking. He leaned back, staring at his wife as Ian was licking his lips. Emily’s gaze followed his tongue before he leaned closer.
“Yes,” he whispered as he was gazing into her eyes. Emily smirked before she was hooking her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she was playing with his hair at the nape.
“And will you be discussing any matter before making any decision in the future, my love?” she asked, leaning closer as their hot breaths were mingling together.
Emily was breathing hard, her chest was about to spill from her bodice as Ian was gripping her thighs, pushing them toward his eagerness before his length was grazing her stomach. Emily gasped before she chuckled huskily. Then, she was kissing Ian’s chin and jaws.
“Looks like someone was eager to be inside, my lord,” she said as Ian growled.
“Am I forgiven yet, my love?” the marquis asked his wife as Emily’s obsidian eyes were shining in the dim light of the yellow room.
The fire crackled before she was smirking wickedly, wanting to make sure that Ian truly regretted his decision last night when Emily had given him a chance to explain what was bothering him. Now he knew that his wife would find something if he hid any secret.
Let it be a lesson for me to never hide anything from my love again, Ian vowed as he was nodding at her. Emily smirked before pulling him closer into a kiss that she initiated as Emily whispered for the last time before they reconciled. “Then, you are forgiven, and don’t ever do this again,” she whispered before claiming his mouth in a hungry kiss that they both wanted to christen this room together.
Ian grunted before he was pushing Emily’s skirts up to her waist as he was removing the chemise out of his way as well, before his hand was touching the private part of his wife. Emily moaned in their kiss as she was grinding herself against his palm.
Ian’s inner Demon was pleased before he pulled Emily off the wall and laid her down on the carpeted floor. He broke the kiss as Emily was staring at him, her obsidian eyes were shining against the gaslight.
“Ian,” she whispered huskily as Ian was kissing her neck and jaws. Emily was allowed more access to her skin as Ian was undoing her bodice. Then, he was opening it before unhooking the busk out of the corset.
After that, his eyes were greeted with the thin muslin chemise as her hard nipples were visible through the cloth. Then, he bent his head and took one of her nipples into his hot mouth as Emily moaned, gripping his hair as she was offering her breasts to her husband.
He rolled the nipple with his tongue as Ian was locking his eyes with hers. She breathed hard as Emily was looking into the obsidian eyes that she had loved so much for the last few weeks when she had met her husband.
Ian released the nipple as the wet muslin stuck to the skin. He smirked before he was kissing her downward toward the final destination he wanted to give his best kiss there.
“Are you damp, my love? Because I can smell your cunt, begging for my cock, Emmy,” he said huskily as Ian was tearing the muslin chemise Emily gasped, giggling at his possessive act.
“Kiss me, my love. Show me who I belong to,” Emily whispered as she was sitting on her elbows, looking down at Ian before her husband was licking between her legs.
Emily moaned, thrusting her breasts into the air before Ian’s hand was squeezing them whilst his mouth was kissing her core, plunging his tongue deep inside her. She was breathing heavily before she felt that her husband was sucking on her needy clitoris, wanting her to go over her edge of pleasure as the sensation was building inside her toes as it went to her stomach. Then, she screamed his name.
“Ian!”
Her walls clenched as she was gripping his hair. Ian licked and sucked on her clit as he was lapping on her nectar. Emily was on cloud nine as she was wrapping her legs around his head. Then, she was lying down on the floor as Ian was getting up from between her thighs.
Her husband was licking his mouth and chin that were covered with her nectar, smiling wickedly before he was making his way toward her face as Ian was tearing her remaining chemise before Emily was bare to her husband.
“So smooth, so beautiful, so mine,” Ian said, removing the flapper of his breeches as she was looking at his erect cock before her husband was gripping her thighs, spreading them wider. Then, Ian surged inside her core as Emily was gripping his shoulders, kissing his neck to muffle the scream that was tearing from her throat.
Ian grunted before he was moving in and out of her core, making friction between their fleshes as the sensation was building again inside her stomach. Ian was growling before he was thrusting faster, deeper, and stronger into her core, chasing his orgasm as Emily was wrapping her legs around his torso.
“Come with me, Emmy! Come!” he whispered huskily as Emily was moaning, panting his name like a prayer before they both climaxed. Her walls were clenching around his cock as Ian was painting his core white with his hot semen as he jerked on top of her.
Emily breathed hard as Ian was hugging her, nuzzling her neck as his tongue was tasting her sweat there. After a few moments, he got off her, dragging her close to his side as Ian was looking at the ceiling with the illuminating chandelier that he never thought of using again.
But of course, his wife has another idea for this yellow room.
Emily was smoothing her hands on his silk waistcoat as Ian was hugging her. She was naked but the warmth in the room was enough that she didn’t shiver. Her husband smoothed his hand down her naked back as he kissed her temple. “Well… at least we have christened the room, my love,” her husband said, as Ian was staring at her face, smiling wickedly before Emily giggled. Then, she got up on her elbow, leaning her face closer to Ian as she whispered huskily to him.
“Then, we can have my brother for a visit here when he arrives later, my love,” she said before claiming his mouth into a kiss. Ian smiled, knowing that he had the forgiveness that he needed from his wife and made an oath that he would never repeat his action.
But perhaps a little white lie just to have Emily riled up so that they can have erotic sexual intercourse again.