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straightened her room, lugging the small trunk to the door when someone knocked just as the grandfather clocked chimed five.
“ Come in,” Angel called, her back to the door as she pulled the heavy trunk, wanting to be ready for Asher once she would meet him downstairs in the kitchen.
Asher opened the door, having intersected Mrs. Beatrice, and sent her to the kitchens so she could hurriedly fix his company breakfast. He hadn’t expected Angel to be up, instead, hoping to find her still abed, her hair long and flowing around her lithe form teasing himself relentlessly.
Instead, he was met with her adorable backside as she tried dragging her large trunk towards the door, and for a moment, he paused a wide smile breaking his features, making his dimples deep heart stoppers, before getting himself under control.
“ Dressed, already,” he said, walking inside her brightly lit room. “And here I thought you would still be a sleeping beauty, waiting for the kiss of your prince.”
“ Oh, sir, you tease so,” she said, before giving up her struggles and standing tall, staring into his feline eyes as a punch of emotion hit her deep in the stomach. Nearly flinching, she could do nothing except stare at awe on the countenance of his handsome form, more handsome today than he had been yesterday, if that was at all possible. His hair lay in riotous waves and curls upon his head, his smile was deep as his dimples creased his cheeks heavily, and since he was so close, she could smell the mint he used upon his breath, its sweet scent sending shivers of pleasure straight to her toes as his white teeth flashed in amusement.
Asher was just as pleased by her appearance as she happened to be by his. Her face was fresh, beguiling, lit up like the stars, her eyes smoke darkened by some emotion he refused to name as of yet, her lips plump, shiny and he wanted so much to taste them, taste her, in that beautiful day dress in which she wore, a ribbon tied beneath her breast, pushing her full breasts up for his viewing enjoyment.
It would be hell, today, he swore to himself, sitting so close to her and not being able to touch what she so freely showed him. It was with little wonder as distracted as they were with each other’s presence time seemed to still before them as Angel’s breath became more shallow and then in short gasps for breath, her chest rising rapidly, and Asher could take no more, he would taste her lips and brought his hand up, placing it on the side of her neck to tilt her head ever so slightly, stepping closer to her, not yet allowing his body to touch hers as he watched her eyes flutter close, her tongue snake out to touch her lips, making it shinier, and with a muffled moan, he brought his lips to hers, fitting his mouth against hers, hearing her answering moan as he moved his lips, unbelievably, she seemed a novice and so he taught her just how to move them, and when he opened his mouth and silently teased hers open, he felt her breath constrict, hands touch his arms blindly, holding him tightly and then forgetting all else.
He could stand there forever, molding her to him, her body now fitting perfectly against his, her arms still clutching his shoulders as if for dear life, while his own moved to caress her waist, pulling her closer to him, before, finally and regretfully, they had to come up for air, Asher nuzzling the soft skin under her ear, kissing it and licking it lightly, smiling when he felt her answering shiver.
“ Oh, my,” she whispered breathily and he wanted to laugh at her innocent remark. Could she really be an innocent in matters of the heart, she had not known how to kiss, until he’d shown her how. It seemed to unbelievable to disbelieve.
Yet, Asher, being the more experienced of the two, stepped back, his hands still lingering at her waist and staring down into her now opened eyes that looked at him with shock, amusement and desire. She wouldn’t tell him it was her first kiss, however,
“ Come in,” Angel called, her back to the door as she pulled the heavy trunk, wanting to be ready for Asher once she would meet him downstairs in the kitchen.
Asher opened the door, having intersected Mrs. Beatrice, and sent her to the kitchens so she could hurriedly fix his company breakfast. He hadn’t expected Angel to be up, instead, hoping to find her still abed, her hair long and flowing around her lithe form teasing himself relentlessly.
Instead, he was met with her adorable backside as she tried dragging her large trunk towards the door, and for a moment, he paused a wide smile breaking his features, making his dimples deep heart stoppers, before getting himself under control.
“ Dressed, already,” he said, walking inside her brightly lit room. “And here I thought you would still be a sleeping beauty, waiting for the kiss of your prince.”
“ Oh, sir, you tease so,” she said, before giving up her struggles and standing tall, staring into his feline eyes as a punch of emotion hit her deep in the stomach. Nearly flinching, she could do nothing except stare at awe on the countenance of his handsome form, more handsome today than he had been yesterday, if that was at all possible. His hair lay in riotous waves and curls upon his head, his smile was deep as his dimples creased his cheeks heavily, and since he was so close, she could smell the mint he used upon his breath, its sweet scent sending shivers of pleasure straight to her toes as his white teeth flashed in amusement.
Asher was just as pleased by her appearance as she happened to be by his. Her face was fresh, beguiling, lit up like the stars, her eyes smoke darkened by some emotion he refused to name as of yet, her lips plump, shiny and he wanted so much to taste them, taste her, in that beautiful day dress in which she wore, a ribbon tied beneath her breast, pushing her full breasts up for his viewing enjoyment.
It would be hell, today, he swore to himself, sitting so close to her and not being able to touch what she so freely showed him. It was with little wonder as distracted as they were with each other’s presence time seemed to still before them as Angel’s breath became more shallow and then in short gasps for breath, her chest rising rapidly, and Asher could take no more, he would taste her lips and brought his hand up, placing it on the side of her neck to tilt her head ever so slightly, stepping closer to her, not yet allowing his body to touch hers as he watched her eyes flutter close, her tongue snake out to touch her lips, making it shinier, and with a muffled moan, he brought his lips to hers, fitting his mouth against hers, hearing her answering moan as he moved his lips, unbelievably, she seemed a novice and so he taught her just how to move them, and when he opened his mouth and silently teased hers open, he felt her breath constrict, hands touch his arms blindly, holding him tightly and then forgetting all else.
He could stand there forever, molding her to him, her body now fitting perfectly against his, her arms still clutching his shoulders as if for dear life, while his own moved to caress her waist, pulling her closer to him, before, finally and regretfully, they had to come up for air, Asher nuzzling the soft skin under her ear, kissing it and licking it lightly, smiling when he felt her answering shiver.
“ Oh, my,” she whispered breathily and he wanted to laugh at her innocent remark. Could she really be an innocent in matters of the heart, she had not known how to kiss, until he’d shown her how. It seemed to unbelievable to disbelieve.
Yet, Asher, being the more experienced of the two, stepped back, his hands still lingering at her waist and staring down into her now opened eyes that looked at him with shock, amusement and desire. She wouldn’t tell him it was her first kiss, however,
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