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other like we might never meet again. His hands found themselves in my hair. I smiled. “Pull it, just at the back, at the base of my head. Pull it there,” I whispered into the air filled with our breathy moans.
He chuckled and tugged at my hair, making my breath grow more ragged.
I clung to him as the mountain of buildup hit its crescendo. My vision blurred and my nails tore into his skin when it peaked. He cried out, possibly from the nails, but I ignored it. I rode him, rubbing my chest against him and my body over his. My mouth made sounds I didn’t know it knew and my heart’s beat skipped. I felt myself go limp in his arms, still twitching and shuddering.
He did the same, biting down on my shoulder. His hot breath made a wet spot there as he moaned into me. “You were made for me.”
I nodded, never disputing that. “I was made for you.”
He sighed into me. “Tell me you won’t marry that duke. Promise me, you will be mine.”
I couldn’t look at him when I said it. It was a truth of sorts. I would always be only his. His and God’s. “I will always be yours.”
My lip almost trembled. When the carriage stopped, I passed him his shirt. He did up his pants and jumped out before they could open the door. He looked back at me, naked, and smiled. It was lazy and sexy. I wanted to suck his lip and cling to him forever. I smiled through my pain. “Give me a minute.”
He nodded. “I will go and tell my father I have found you.”
I grabbed my bag and my letter. I pulled it from the envelope and smoothed the back of it. I peeked out of the doors to the man there. “I need a quill.”
He smiled and offered me one.
My Sweet Prince,
I must tell you the truth of it all. I am an orphan. My stepmother has never allowed me to be one of her children, so I am a servant in one sense of the word. I have served at Drusilla’s house, instead of being a lady of the house, which was my birthright. I was born to a lord, a friend of your father’s in fact. Lord Angleton was my father’s name. You were at his funeral. I recall you now if I think hard enough on it. It is why you know his name.
But my parents are long dead and neither my station nor my stars will change without them. The Duke of Grey Castle wishes to marry me for my dowry and to torture me for fun. So I am running away.
I am sorry I lied to you. I am sorry I deceived you. I am sorry I have sentenced us both to heartache.
Forever yours and only yours,
Ella Angleton
The pain in my chest was unbearable. But I pulled on my dress, leaving my crystal shoe there with my note. I grabbed my sack and slipped out of the other door. No one was on that side of the carriage and the walking gates to the side gardens were right there. I took a deep breath and ran for the gates. When I was safe in the forest, I heard them. The guards were shouting for me, but I ran fast and hid behind an old log.
I pulled Gus out. He looked scared. I stroked his back and sat in the dark. We were there only moments when I heard his screams.
“ELLLAAAAAAAA!”
The prince screaming my name made me shake, but I never moved. I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to live without him either, but death was a far worse fate. At least if I were a nun, I could find joy again. I didn’t need love to find that.
“ELLLLAAAAA! DON’T LEAVE ME!”
He was screaming frantically. I was about to stand when I heard another voice in the woods. “She is a servant. She is not worthy of you, Charmant. You must let her go. At least she ran away, one of you has sense enough. She is a peasant. That is all.”
“You want to see who she is, I will show you!” The prince sounded angry in a way I never imagined possible.
I stayed with my back pressed against the logs and my heart aching.
When I could no longer hear them, I stood and walked towards the river I knew led to the small convent. Everyone knew. It was where girls who had dishonored their families went. It sat upon a
He chuckled and tugged at my hair, making my breath grow more ragged.
I clung to him as the mountain of buildup hit its crescendo. My vision blurred and my nails tore into his skin when it peaked. He cried out, possibly from the nails, but I ignored it. I rode him, rubbing my chest against him and my body over his. My mouth made sounds I didn’t know it knew and my heart’s beat skipped. I felt myself go limp in his arms, still twitching and shuddering.
He did the same, biting down on my shoulder. His hot breath made a wet spot there as he moaned into me. “You were made for me.”
I nodded, never disputing that. “I was made for you.”
He sighed into me. “Tell me you won’t marry that duke. Promise me, you will be mine.”
I couldn’t look at him when I said it. It was a truth of sorts. I would always be only his. His and God’s. “I will always be yours.”
My lip almost trembled. When the carriage stopped, I passed him his shirt. He did up his pants and jumped out before they could open the door. He looked back at me, naked, and smiled. It was lazy and sexy. I wanted to suck his lip and cling to him forever. I smiled through my pain. “Give me a minute.”
He nodded. “I will go and tell my father I have found you.”
I grabbed my bag and my letter. I pulled it from the envelope and smoothed the back of it. I peeked out of the doors to the man there. “I need a quill.”
He smiled and offered me one.
My Sweet Prince,
I must tell you the truth of it all. I am an orphan. My stepmother has never allowed me to be one of her children, so I am a servant in one sense of the word. I have served at Drusilla’s house, instead of being a lady of the house, which was my birthright. I was born to a lord, a friend of your father’s in fact. Lord Angleton was my father’s name. You were at his funeral. I recall you now if I think hard enough on it. It is why you know his name.
But my parents are long dead and neither my station nor my stars will change without them. The Duke of Grey Castle wishes to marry me for my dowry and to torture me for fun. So I am running away.
I am sorry I lied to you. I am sorry I deceived you. I am sorry I have sentenced us both to heartache.
Forever yours and only yours,
Ella Angleton
The pain in my chest was unbearable. But I pulled on my dress, leaving my crystal shoe there with my note. I grabbed my sack and slipped out of the other door. No one was on that side of the carriage and the walking gates to the side gardens were right there. I took a deep breath and ran for the gates. When I was safe in the forest, I heard them. The guards were shouting for me, but I ran fast and hid behind an old log.
I pulled Gus out. He looked scared. I stroked his back and sat in the dark. We were there only moments when I heard his screams.
“ELLLAAAAAAAA!”
The prince screaming my name made me shake, but I never moved. I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to live without him either, but death was a far worse fate. At least if I were a nun, I could find joy again. I didn’t need love to find that.
“ELLLLAAAAA! DON’T LEAVE ME!”
He was screaming frantically. I was about to stand when I heard another voice in the woods. “She is a servant. She is not worthy of you, Charmant. You must let her go. At least she ran away, one of you has sense enough. She is a peasant. That is all.”
“You want to see who she is, I will show you!” The prince sounded angry in a way I never imagined possible.
I stayed with my back pressed against the logs and my heart aching.
When I could no longer hear them, I stood and walked towards the river I knew led to the small convent. Everyone knew. It was where girls who had dishonored their families went. It sat upon a
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