by Eva Andrews
Sitting up on the side of Luke’s giant bed, she kicked out of her shoes and stood up. Silently walking over to Luke, his back was turned as he stood in his wardrobe pulling out a few items.
“I wasn’t sure if I would ever see you again,” she whispered in the dark, leaning up against his wardrobe doorframe as she watched him. Since being rescued, she really hadn’t had the chance to talk to him alone.
Turning around, he closed the distance between them in a few short steps as he cupped her jaw, “I can never express how sorry I am that you were drawn into this mess Vieve. I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.”
Leaning up on her tiptoes, she kissed him as she wrapped her arms around his strong neck. She felt his hand slip from her jaw and run down her back, bringing her body up against his.
Whispering against his lips, “Help me out of this dress, and get into that bath with me.” Turning in his arms, she let him pull her laces open, letting the torn and bloody dress tumble to her feet in a silky pile. Feeling his strong arms pick her up, Luke carried her over to the large copper tub and slowly set her down in the rose scented water. Sighing with pleasure, she submerged herself fully in the water. She wanted all the pain and dirt washed away. Her wrists were sore from being bound for days, her ribs hurt with every breath she took. The hot water felt heavenly as she popped back up and ran her hands through her wet hair.
Beside her, she saw Luke kneel in front of the tub. She could tell by the look on his face that the man was struggling with seeing her injured. She knew above all else he took great pride in his work, the man was beating himself up internally for not rescuing her sooner. Catching his eye, she saw him inspecting her bruised body in the water.
“Jesus Vieve, you didn’t tell me your ribs looked like that!” Unable to contain his worry, his shock had her running her hand over her ribs to conceal them from his view.
Looking down at her naked body, she twisted so she could see her bruised ribs, then looked back up at his handsome face, “This is the first time I’ve actually seen them, I had no idea they were bruised this bad. They hurt worse than anything I’ve ever experienced.” Running her hand over her sore ribs in the water she watched Luke run his hands through his hair in frustration.
“Did anyone…” His words died out as she watched him struggle with his question.
Understanding what he was trying to ask, Genevieve lifted her hand out of the warm water and took Luke’s hand, “No Luke, no one raped me.” She understood he felt immense guilt over her being taken, and put in harms way, “They’re only bruises Luke, and they shall disappear. I’ll be okay love; I’m tougher than I appear. My ribs ache, and my wrists are bothersome, but I’m alive.”
Reaching out, she ran her hand through his dark hair, her voice was calming as she spoke, “Let it go Luke, we can’t change the past. I was a temporary prisoner, I will heal, and I’ll catch up on my rest and regain the weight I lost. My bruises will fade, please stop shouldering the guilt for my condition,” she saw him raise his head and his sorrowful eyes locked on hers as she finished, “I’m alive, our family members are alive. Your case is solved and closed. Let’s put this behind us, and move on with our future. Now get into this tub and show me how much you missed me.”
Leaning forward, Luke kissed her forehead quickly and stood up. She watched her gorgeous lover remove his clothes before joining her. Immediately moving to his side, she ignored the pain in her side and ran her hands up his arms and into his hair. Touching him, feeling him next to her was as if everything was right in the world again.
“I would have sold my soul to the Devil for you Vieve,” Luke admitted as she felt his hands run over her in the water.
Straddling his hips in the large tub, Genevieve kissed his ear lobe and whispered, “I have no doubt of that Luke, I knew you would save me, I never doubted you for a moment. I knew you would search for me until your dying day, and I would do the same for you.”
Lifting her hips up she felt his large cock breach her entrance, content with the feeling of having him inside her again, she moaned his name as she sunk down upon his great shaft. Leaning her head back, she felt his muscles flex as he tilted slowly into her. Grasping the side of his large copper tub, she surrendered herself to his erotic touches.
Leaning up, Luke ran his tongue over her wet breasts and captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as he rocked into her harder.
Rolling her hips into him even harder, she moaned his name as he sucked harder, “My god Luke, fuck me!” The pain in her side forgotten as he claimed her.
“Say it again kitten,” he rumbled into her neck as he kissed his way north.
Leaning forward she nibbled at his ear and whispered, “Fuck me Luke.”
Pulling her closer to him, he reached down and grasped one of her ass cheeks and wrapped his other arm carefully around her waist. Capturing her mouth, he let his tongue trace her lips as he claimed her mouth.
The water around them splashed over the rim of the tub in waves as Luke and Genevieve made tender love in the tub. Slow and emotional, she could feel every emotion behind his caress, each promising kiss. She could feel him holding back, not wanting to injure her as he kissed each bruise, every cut upon her body as they made love in the large copper tub. He stroked her tender skin and whispered words of love in her ears as he brought her to a glorious climax upon his velvet shaft. She could feel her body pulsing against his cock as he worked his hips in gentle thrusts.
Leaning forward, Genevieve licked Luke’s neck and kissed her way up to his ear as he grabbed her ass, bringing her up and down as she milked his cock. She could feel him trying to keep control of his motions, she was well aware he was only doing so in order to be easy on her tender body. He always thought of her first, even during sex.
Whispering into his ear, “Let go Luke, you won’t hurt me, take me the way you want me, I won’t break.”
A growl released from his chest as he stood up and lifted her out of the tub, both soaking wet, he walked across his candlelit room over to his massive four post bed.
Water trailing behind them as he kissed her while he crossed the room, standing her upon her own feet, he turned her around so she was facing away from him.
One hand wrapped around her hip, and the other gently pushed on her shoulders, “Lean forward kitten, put your hands on the bed, ass up my love,” he ordered in a husky tone.
Doing as requested, she smiled at his adventurous side, she knew she would never grow tired of this man, he inflamed her senses. Leaning forward on his bed, she felt him nudge her feet apart so he could stand between her legs. The sensation of his hard cock made her wet as he ran it up and down the crevasse of her curvy ass, before slowly entering her from behind.
“Oh my god Vieve, you are so tight for me,” he admitted from behind her as he slid into her wetness, and then back out, only to slide into her again and again. It felt incredible.
She felt him wrap his strong hand around her hair and pull, lifting her head up, she saw across the room into a large mirror. What she saw enthralled her senses even more, the man she loved making love to her. It felt erotic to watch him as he fucked her upon his grand bed. His tanned hard muscled flexed with every move he made.
“Do you like what you see?”
Without hesitations she breathlessly replied to her lover, “Mmmmm, Yes Luke.”
A bright smile lit up his face as they locked eyes in the gilded mirror across from his bed.
Increasing his pace, he countered with, “God I could fuck you all night Vieve, you are so perfect.” Smacking her ass, he pumped into her harder, lifting her up on her tip toes as he entered her watching her fascinated with their bodies in the mirror.
Grinning at his playfulness, Genevieve slowly brought her legs closer, and lifted up on her tip toes, squeezing him tight as her ass rose in the air. She watched his reaction in the mirror with baited anticipation. Learning how to please him would never grow old, he gave so much and asked for so little, pl
easing him made her feel like a woman in control. It gave her a sense of pride and pleasure she was able to give him what he needed.
Squeezing her thighs together as he pulled on her long hair and clenched her hip, she watched him come undone in the mirror. He rocked her so hard her feet came off the floor as he buried himself to the hilt inside of her, biting her lip and moaning his name, she joined him with another explosive orgasm as he unleashed his hot seed in her waiting womb.
In one movement, Luke had pulled out of her and scooped her up, laying her down in the bed with ease. Sliding in next to her, he pulled the covers over them and tucked her in close, kissing her forehead. With dawn closing in on them, they feel asleep in each other’s arms for the first time since she’d been kidnapped. Sleep came easily to both of them, both were exhausted and content.
The sunlight was pouring into their room hours later, warming Genevieve slowly awake, she could feel Luke’s strong arm wrapped around her waist. His leg was entwined in hers. Attempting to sit up, she felt her hair snag on something. Looking behind her, she smiled warmly as she saw her hair was wound around Luke’s hand. Sometime last night, he must have wound her hair around his fist as they slept.
Genevieve’s heart melted; even in his sleep he protected her. She knew that for the rest of her life, she would have this man watching over her.
Turning into his chest, she softly ran her hands up his muscular arms, up his neck and sunk her hands into his soft chestnut hair. Breathing deep, she watched him as he slept. She knew he had to be absolutely exhausted if he didn’t rouse with her hands in his glorious hair.
Attempting to unwind herself from Luke’s tangled limbs, she moved as softly as she could, she wanted to let him sleep as long as possible. Pulling away gently, she unwound her hair from his hand and quietly rolled off the cozy bed.
As soon as her feet hit the floor she felt light headed, a wave of nausea rolled over her. Shaking her head side to side quickly in an attempt to clear her upset, she took a few steps towards Luke’s wardrobe.
Only a few steps away from the bed, she had to grab onto a chair for support as another wave blasted over her making her weak in the knees. Her hands no soon touched the soft fabric when she felt Luke’s strong arms sweep her off of her feet.
“Tell me what is wrong Vieve?” His voice thick with concern.
Leaning into his broad chest, “I must be weaker than I anticipated,” she replied, keeping her ailments to herself, she had not experience anything like this before…but had an idea of the cause.
“We need to get you home, or at least, take you for a visit with your parents for the afternoon. They’ve been so worried about you. I sent them a note last night while you patched up Gideon. They’ll be expecting us this morning.”
Looking up into his crystal blue eyes, “What do you mean visit?”
Luke carried her over to his oversized leather chair by the fireplace and sat down, bringing her down upon his lap. Clearing his throat, he explained, “By visit, I mean, I refuse to ever be without you again. I will not budge. You will be by my side today, tomorrow and for the rest of our days. Ton be damned, I’ve came too close to losing you. If it is okay with you, I’d like for our families to depart to Salthill mansion as soon as possible, for our wedding of course.”
Squeezing him tighter, “I can think of nothing I’d rather do. Let’s go see my parents and then get out of this town, Salthill sounds like a piece of heaven right about now. I agree I do not want to wait any longer to become your wife.”
Winking at her, “Good, now I know Mrs. Elliston has put a few of your new gowns in my closet dear,” waving off her question, “apparently your maid and her are dear friends and she sent over a few of your new gowns in the event you needed them. Let’s get you dressed and we’ll go let your parents know to start packing.”
Genevieve was more than excited at the thought of putting on a fresh gown, the one that lay on the floor was dirty and bloody, she wanted it burned.
Swinging her legs around, she placed her toes on the floor as she tested her balance under Luke’s watchful eye. Standing up without an issue, she turned around with a bright smile for her fiancé. “Come dress me my love, I could use your expert assistance,” she asked in a playful tone that had Luke smiling from ear to ear as she crooked her finger at him.
“With pleasure,” he purred as he stood up next to her, keeping his eyes locked on her naked body.
Clasping hands, they walked into his massive mahogany wardrobe. Genevieve immediately saw that the entire left side of the impressively large closet was lined with her belongings, from one side to the other. Looking up at Luke, “I thought you said a few dresses?”
Shrugging his shoulders, “I may have underestimated how many they brought over, maybe instead of a few; they brought your entire wardrobe.”
“Looks like I’ll be packing from here, not at my parent’s home?” She asked, looking up at her smiling fiancé.
“I’ll get you your trunks, we’ll pack before we head to your parents, that way we can head south for Salthill immediately.”
Shaking her head in amusement, she walked over to her side of the wardrobe and selected a lovely ivory gown and brought it over to Luke. Handing it to him, he helped her into the custom made silk gown with ease.
She stood with her back to him as he laced her new gown up, “Don’t you have things duties to the War Office? Can you just leave?” She asked, she imagined that there were a number of items that needed seen to.
“Gideon and Alastair were going to see to some this morning, and hand the rest off to people below us. Almost all of it is paperwork and logging the items aboard the ship. Our trusted right hand men will oversea unloading The Sea Witch while we travel south. Gideon was going to tell Helena this morning to start packing, with her effectiveness, I’m sure she’ll have them ready to go this afternoon. Alastair is going to escort Helena’s mother, Lady Juliet along with Hero and Amelia.”
Turning back towards Luke, “Alastair really wants to ride to Salthill with an injured shoulder with three women? Are you sure he’s right in the head? He did lose an awful amount of blood!”
Chuckling, he turned towards his clothes and slowly began to dress, “Yes Vieve, he’ll manage quite nicely.”
Dressed in record time, Genevieve and Luke packed their trunks quickly, sending them down to the awaiting carriage.
She was excited to see her family; she had missed them so much. She couldn’t wait to see Michael again; she knew he was so worried about leaving her behind when he escaped. Luke had explained how they had found Michael while she worked on the duke’s shoulders last night, she was so proud of her little brother.
The afternoon flew by; her parents were ecstatic at seeing their eldest daughter alive and well. Michael hugged Genevieve for almost their entire stay. Her sister Annabelle had been told the truth about Rossdale, and the kidnappings days before. Annabelle was so jubilant to see her sister return, and even happier about packing up for another trip down to Salthill for the wedding!
Luke and Genevieve left her parent’s home later that afternoon; all the plans had been set. Correspondence flowed out of the St. George home between Luke, Gideon and Alastair throughout the morning. All were set to leave by evening; Luke of course wanted to get a head start on the motley crew.
Leaving the city in the bright afternoon sunshine, Luke and Genevieve headed south towards Salthill, Luke’s family seaside mansion. A place of honored tradition and beautiful landscapes, the place was built for royalty. They would be the first to arrive at Salthill, last night Gideon sent a courier to the estate to have them prepped for another onslaught of arriving guests. The massive estate housed a full time staff that would be more than happy to entertain once again.
With Luke getting married, he would be the second out of three siblings to get married this year. Gideon, the eldest of the siblings married Helena earlier this summer at Salthill. They would leave their little sister Amelia as the last unwed S
omerset. At one and twenty, they all knew it wouldn’t be long before she found her perfect mate. Just like her brothers, only true love would suffice for the young beauty. With her twenty-second birthday around the corner, she was growing up faster than her brothers like to admit.
Luke and Genevieve’s journey to Salthill would normally take them a day and a half, however, Luke was eager to have extra time with Genevieve at the family estate before their families arrived. Cutting short the overnight stay at the halfway point, Luke decided to forgo stopping and they rode through the night.
On their travels south, they finalized their slim guest list and decided they wanted to be married on Friday evening, giving them one week to orchestrate the grand event.
They laughed together, both knowing the infamous Helena would swoop in and handle anything and everything they wanted. She was a fabulous hostess and planner; she would be in her element!
Their details were rather simple, evening wedding followed by a ball for the guests. Invites would go out as soon as all the families were present so the ladies could go over the list together one more time. Genevieve was elated to marry Luke at his family home, for hundreds of years his family had married upon Salthill grounds. She was pleased they were keeping with tradition, not to mention the estate was a veritable castle set upon plummeting sea cliffs set over the picturesque ocean.
Arriving the following morning, Luke and Genevieve arrived at the estate boarders. The entrance way into Salthill was long and scenic, after passing through large stone pillars, the tree lined drive winded up the large hill the mansion set on.
Gently rousing Genevieve from her slumber, Luke pulled back the curtains on the carriage so they could take in the magnificent scenery as they ascended the drive.
