Page 69 of A Governess' Forbidden Flame
“What is it?”
“Once you are pregnant, we shall start thinking of names, and I already have one in mind for a boy.”
He surprised her with his comment. She had to admit that she had already secretly considered this fact, hoping to become with child as soon as possible.
“All right,” she replied equally mischievously. “What is your suggestion?”
“Frederick,” he replied, always the one to inject a hint of mischief into the moment.
Her eyes widened in shock, and the mere mention of the name sparked a shared burst of laughter between them. Amelia, in mock protest, playfully slapped his arm, her eyes lighting up with amusement.
“That is absolutely out of the question,” she declared, still chuckling. The name now held a whimsical association with recent events involving Sebastian’s cousin, and they couldn’t help but find humor in the irony. “I am so glad that is all over with,” she continued. “Can you believe that they lied about being brother and sister, and that they are actually husband and wife?”
He shuddered visibly. “I couldn’t imagine being married to that God-awful woman. Ugh!”
Amelia chuckled. “You know, she once told me she had her eye on you and wanted to marry you.”
“And Frederick told me the same, you know,” he teased her back, much to the delight of them both.
The truth was that they had gotten news about a week earlier that confirmed Frederick and Vivienne were actually married and had been accused of other petty theft crimes before as well. Needless to say, they would be spending a very long-time behind bars, which made Amelia feel relieved.
The dance had ended, but Sebastian refused to let go of Amelia, which she didn’t mind at all. They walked through the crowd together, speaking to everyone, and she was glad to see that Sebastian was getting along very well with her brother. It seemed that everyone was able to find common ground,enjoying each other’s company, almost as if two long lost families had finally come together again.
The enchanting strains of the dance gradually faded, leaving behind a moment of quiet serenity. In the gentle aftermath, Anna approached Amelia, a radiant smile gracing her face. In her small hands, she held a bouquet of delicate flowers, carefully selected to convey gratitude and affection.
“These flowers are for you,” Anna expressed with heartfelt sincerity, her eyes sparkling with admiration. “You are the prettiest mother ever.”
Amelia couldn’t help but be touched by the sweet gesture. She knelt down to Anna’s eye level, accepting the fragrant offering with genuine warmth. “Thank you, my darling. I’m so lucky to have you as my wonderful daughter.”
Sebastian, observing the heartfelt exchange, joined them with a smile that mirrored the pride and love evident in his little niece’s eyes. He pressed a gentle kiss to Amelia’s cheek, whispering words of love that were meant for her ears alone.
“I love you, Amelia,” he affirmed, his voice a tender melody that resonated with sincerity. The dance may have concluded, but the rhythm of their shared affection continued to play, weaving a beautiful tapestry of love, gratitude, and the promise of more cherished moments to come.
***
The moon cast a soft glow through the curtains, painting the room in a silver hue as Amelia and Sebastian stood on the threshold of a new chapter in their lives. Tonight, the separate chambers that had kept them apart were abandoned, and they embraced the shared intimacy of a room that was now truly theirs.
As they closed the door behind them, a surge of anticipation and tenderness enveloped them. The room held the promise of shared dreams, whispered confessions, and the deepening of a love that had weathered trials. The bed, adorned with a canopy of sheer fabric, beckoned them into its embrace.
“Finally, I have you all to myself,” he murmured against the softness of her neck, unable to move even an inch away from her. “No more hiding, no more running away…You are finally mine, Amelia, all mine…”
How he had yearned to say those words in the privacy of the chamber they would both share, and finally, the moment had come.
Their passion unfolded like a symphony, each touch a note that resonated with the harmony of their shared desires. In the tender moments and fiery caresses, they discovered a profound connection that transcended the physical realm. The walls of theroom bore witness to the culmination of their love, echoing the laughter, sighs, and whispers that filled the air.
He wanted to relish every inch of her body, but the desire was too strong.
“Take me, Sebastian,” he heard her plead in a soft voice, and all he could do was comply.
Her gown tortured him with a million tiny little buttons, until he finally ripped it apart. Regretful for a moment, he saw the raw desire and need in Amelia’s eyes.
“I suppose your first gift to your wife will be a new gown?” she teased as she lay on the bed, her porcelain skin bared for him to adore. The soft pink hue of her nipples beckoned him to touch her, to caress her with his fingers, his lips, his tongue.
“No…” He shook his head, trailing an invisible line down her neck with his tongue toward her nipples. “The first thing I will give you is pleasure…as much as you want of it…”
“I want it all, Sebastian,” she moaned softly, grabbing a fistful of his hair and holding him close.
Her body writhed in pleasure as he took one of her pebbled nipples and sucked it, playing with it gently, only to tug at it softly with his teeth.
