should have allowed Darien to escort me to my room. I've already lost which
direction my chamber is in. Around the corner, another flickering torch beckons
me. Hiking my skirts, I head in its direction. As I reach it, a gust of air
hushes the last of its flames, shrouding me in darkness. I spin around, looking
for another light to guide me through. But instead I find a staircase.
And
I fall.
The
stone stairs scrape my skin as I bounce my way down. Thankfully, my pride is
more hurt than my body. Landing on the bottom, I grab hold of my wrist, trying
to relieve the pain throbbing beneath the now bruised skin. In
the distance, a hint of orange glows. Pushing myself up from the cold
ground, I make my way towards it.
It's
not enough light to be a torch, yet I focus on it to guide my path. A moan
echoes through the cool hallway. My heart flutters at the sound and I spin
around, pressing my hands to the wall, searching for iron bars of a cell,
thinking I must be near the dungeon. But I find only more stone.
Another
moan rings out in the hallway. Cocking my head, I concentrate on the direction
in which it comes from. It brings me to the muted light that caught my eye
earlier. As I close in on it, a louder moan surrounds me. The light seeps
through a crack in the stone wall.
Inching
my way closer, I lean against the cold stone and find the source. My heart stops
as I peek in.
The
glow is from a fire.
The moan....Rose's.
It's
a crack in their bed chamber wall.
My
heart restarts, launching into a thunderous roar as I witness their wedding
night union. Marcus' muscular body pins Rose to the bed. His hands roam her
body as if he knows not where to start and needs all of her at once. The
passion in his movements even more exemplified by the ferocity of his mouth as
it captures one of her breasts.
I
jerk back, a gasp escaping my lips, and I fling my hand over my mouth to hush
myself. Glancing around, I make sure I'm still alone. Only the intermittent
breeze that seeps through the parapet is my company.
Pressing
against the wall, I stare back into the crack. Rose writhes on the bed, her
face a cross between ecstasy and pain, mouth open and eyes shut. Marcus pulls
her by the hair and crushes his mouth to hers. Their bodies mesh together as
their lips twist. He turns and lifts her leg, exposing her bottom. A heat wells
in my belly that pools between my own legs. Marcus strokes between her lower
lips with his fingers, and a loud moan breaks their kiss.
I
lurch forward as an urge wells up inside me. As I lean in farther for a better
viewpoint, my breast scrapes the wall. Adrenaline rushes my veins as the cold
stone rubs against my nipple, turning it just as hard.
What
is happening to me?
I
clutch my breast, kneading the tender and aroused nipple. My eyes snap shut as
a wave of pleasure courses through me. Another loud moan wakes me from the
moment, only it doesn't belong to Rose. It's Marcus. It sets a fire off between
my legs, and it's all I can do not to gasp. I lunge back to the crack and find
Rose stroking his manhood with her hand before she swallows him with her mouth.
He nearly arches himself off the bed, such joy and pleasure on his face I've
never witnessed on a man before.
Swallowing
hard, I let my hands caress my breasts harder as I stop watching and lean
against the wall, listening to their moans and growls. As if waking from a
dream, I jump forward and stop.
What
am I doing? This isn't right! What kind of person does this? Watching their
sister on her wedding night? I can't stand here and witness their love making.
Yet something about this has my own loins heated to the point I think I may
explode without a release of my own. I ache for that kind of passion. My hands
rush through my hair, as I stand warring with myself. I've never been with a
man. I wouldn't even know what to do.
Even
though we are not of blood relation, she is like my sister in every way. We
grew up together. We experienced nearly everything
direction my chamber is in. Around the corner, another flickering torch beckons
me. Hiking my skirts, I head in its direction. As I reach it, a gust of air
hushes the last of its flames, shrouding me in darkness. I spin around, looking
for another light to guide me through. But instead I find a staircase.
And
I fall.
The
stone stairs scrape my skin as I bounce my way down. Thankfully, my pride is
more hurt than my body. Landing on the bottom, I grab hold of my wrist, trying
to relieve the pain throbbing beneath the now bruised skin. In
the distance, a hint of orange glows. Pushing myself up from the cold
ground, I make my way towards it.
It's
not enough light to be a torch, yet I focus on it to guide my path. A moan
echoes through the cool hallway. My heart flutters at the sound and I spin
around, pressing my hands to the wall, searching for iron bars of a cell,
thinking I must be near the dungeon. But I find only more stone.
Another
moan rings out in the hallway. Cocking my head, I concentrate on the direction
in which it comes from. It brings me to the muted light that caught my eye
earlier. As I close in on it, a louder moan surrounds me. The light seeps
through a crack in the stone wall.
Inching
my way closer, I lean against the cold stone and find the source. My heart stops
as I peek in.
The
glow is from a fire.
The moan....Rose's.
It's
a crack in their bed chamber wall.
My
heart restarts, launching into a thunderous roar as I witness their wedding
night union. Marcus' muscular body pins Rose to the bed. His hands roam her
body as if he knows not where to start and needs all of her at once. The
passion in his movements even more exemplified by the ferocity of his mouth as
it captures one of her breasts.
I
jerk back, a gasp escaping my lips, and I fling my hand over my mouth to hush
myself. Glancing around, I make sure I'm still alone. Only the intermittent
breeze that seeps through the parapet is my company.
Pressing
against the wall, I stare back into the crack. Rose writhes on the bed, her
face a cross between ecstasy and pain, mouth open and eyes shut. Marcus pulls
her by the hair and crushes his mouth to hers. Their bodies mesh together as
their lips twist. He turns and lifts her leg, exposing her bottom. A heat wells
in my belly that pools between my own legs. Marcus strokes between her lower
lips with his fingers, and a loud moan breaks their kiss.
I
lurch forward as an urge wells up inside me. As I lean in farther for a better
viewpoint, my breast scrapes the wall. Adrenaline rushes my veins as the cold
stone rubs against my nipple, turning it just as hard.
What
is happening to me?
I
clutch my breast, kneading the tender and aroused nipple. My eyes snap shut as
a wave of pleasure courses through me. Another loud moan wakes me from the
moment, only it doesn't belong to Rose. It's Marcus. It sets a fire off between
my legs, and it's all I can do not to gasp. I lunge back to the crack and find
Rose stroking his manhood with her hand before she swallows him with her mouth.
He nearly arches himself off the bed, such joy and pleasure on his face I've
never witnessed on a man before.
Swallowing
hard, I let my hands caress my breasts harder as I stop watching and lean
against the wall, listening to their moans and growls. As if waking from a
dream, I jump forward and stop.
What
am I doing? This isn't right! What kind of person does this? Watching their
sister on her wedding night? I can't stand here and witness their love making.
Yet something about this has my own loins heated to the point I think I may
explode without a release of my own. I ache for that kind of passion. My hands
rush through my hair, as I stand warring with myself. I've never been with a
man. I wouldn't even know what to do.
Even
though we are not of blood relation, she is like my sister in every way. We
grew up together. We experienced nearly everything
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