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It was about mid March and you had been paraded through endless balls, soirees, dinners and functions since late January. The season had come upon the ton quickly and while you normally didn’t mind the fancy dresses, the champagne and the sociableness of it all, you would much rather be cuddled up in a soft bed reading a book, or strolling through a garden admiring any type of flower you could find. 

Ever since your debut into society two years ago, each year had been a whirlwind of suitors. Your mother made sure of it, and you supposed you were a natural appeal to the suiters, not only for your ‘delicate and natural beauty,’ as your mother liked to tell you constantly, but also because you knew you could converse about anything, your intellect and gentle way of speaking very appealing to the men of the ton as you put anyone who you were talking to at ease. 

For two years no one had quite interested you. You were still young after all, and at most social events you focused only on your friends and the dancing and the occasional flirting. But this year was different. Your mother reminded you every day leading up to the start of the season the you would find a husband this year, and there would be no more putting it off. It not only made you feel like nothing more than a pawn in her game of selling you off to the highest bidder, but it made you also realize that you would never find true love.

You wanted love; a love like you read about in your precious books. Something like the ‘silly romances’ that your mother scolded you for reading too much. And if you couldn’t have love, you at least hoped to find some sort of passion or attraction. You wanted to feel any ounce of something before you intended to marry anyone.

But alas, that was all a dream, since from the start of the season you had been at every single social function, thrust into the middle of a pool of eligible men, your mother introducing you to every single one of them; the more you were forced to talk or dance with these noble men, the more put off you were by all of them. You hadn’t been this miserable in the years passed, but since your mother was so determined this year to give you away to a husband, all of those negative feelings were just building up. 

And so here you were again, at another glittering, decadent ball. An older man, a Viscount, who could have been your grandfather, was talking to you about something uninteresting as he tried to impress you with whatever boring topic he was currently going on about. He was an old widower, and incredibly wealthy. Your mother had wasted zero time before she pushed you forward in front of him to get him to notice you, which he happily did with a glint in his eye as he looked you up and down, clearly enjoying the way your silver and white dress showed off your attractive bosom, a string of diamonds further accentuating your delicate neck and collar bone. Your big, beautiful eyes looked above you as he spoke, as you started counting every candle in the epic chandelier above, wanting to focus on anything else as this man leaned closer and closer into you. 

“My dear?” The Viscount said, as if he had been asking you something and you had been paying zero attention, which in fact was the truth.

“Hmmm?” You said, your eyes moving from the chandelier to his unattractive face.

“I said, you would make quite a lovely, little wife wouldn’t you?” He said with a smirk on his face which made your stomach turn with nausea. 

You couldn’t believe any man would just come right out and say something so bold, having only just met you, and you really didn’t even know how to respond. “I…well…” you stuttered, your eyes now darting around trying to find an escape route.

As your eyes scanned around the ballroom, they briefly landed on your mother, who was watching you from afar with an expectant look, her eyes practically bulging out of her head as she saw you clearly struggling, and then you looked back to the old man who was also looking at you waiting for your response. Suddenly the room felt extremely hot, the pressure building with so many expectant eyes on you. You had enough and you needed to get out. 

“Excuse…excuse me!” You said as you rushed away, not giving the Viscount any last look or backwards glance.

As you ran out of the grand ballroom, you heard your mother yell your name after you, most likely wondering what had gotten into you; her usually perfectly behaved daughter.

You had about just reached your limit with being perfect. Only two months into the season and you felt like you were being buried alive; your mother always watching…suitors always staring…it was too much to bear knowing it would end up with you betrothed to someone you had no love or passion for.

As you finally made your way out into the front garden area you took a huge breath of fresh air, your corset straining against your ribs, lungs and breasts as you tried to gasp for air. You closed your eyes as you gasped for breath as you began to pace around the front gardens, as you put your hand to your forehead which was clammy with stress and overwhelming feelings of pressure. You really wished you had remembered to bring a fan with you, despite it being a chilly evening, not quite Spring yet.

Walking around the gardens and through the tall hedges you finally found a stone bench under and overhang of ivy and with a sigh of relief sat down, the stone feeling wonderfully cool through the thin fabric of your dress, and the dizzy feelings you had quickly dissipating.

After a few minutes of focusing on only the sounds of your breath and of the sound of a running fountain somewhere nearby, you then heard the sound of a few footsteps entering your little private area of the garden, your head immediately snapping up to see who was invading your bubble. 

You couldn’t tell if you were imagining him, perhaps you had gone insane and one of your romance novels had come to life, because the person who had entered the space you were in was a very handsome man dressed in an elegant suit of pure matte black with black crystal buttons to match going down the front, an elegant walking stick in his hand, and a few large rings gracing some of his long fingers. What really stood out about him however was his hair and eyes. His long white-blond hair was pulled back at the nape of his neck with a black ribbon, the moon reflecting off of the almost silver strands. His eyes too were reflecting the light of the moon, the silver of them so piercing as he looked at you with an unreadable stare. 

He had clearly not thought anyone would be within the gardens, as the ball was still going on inside and he seemed surprised as well to find someone away from the party.

You immediately stood up from the bench, that deep rooted sense of propriety showing itself in you, as you knew you shouldn’t be alone in a garden with a man without an escort. 

The man stopped in his tracks, his eyes looking you over so quickly you almost didn’t notice it. “Excuse me miss,” his deep, honeyed voice said quietly, as he took a step backwards to leave.

“I beg your pardon sir,” you said as you began walking quickly towards him to leave the small haven you had found. “It is me who should be excusing myself…I should not be out here alone,” you said meekly.

You had intended to leave quickly, incase someone should see the two of you alone, but you realized his tall body was currently in the only entrance and exit to the area.

His silver eyes appraised you with curiosity once again, and the shine of them practically burned, but not in a bad way. Seeing you quickly trying to leave, he moved to the side elegantly and his eyes looked down at the ground, but not before he spoke deeply and softly once again.

“And do not apologize for needing some time alone…I completely understand,” he said.

You stopped briefly as you were now next to him right at the exit of the hidden garden. Your big doe eyes looked up into his face, which was even more stunning up close; so chiseled and handsome and yet beautiful and almost ethereal at the same time. He smelled divine too, like you were walking in a forest of pine trees and with almost a hint of leather mixed in. 

“Thank you,” you said softly, really meaning it too. No one ever gave you grace or allowed you to do what you wanted without judgement. Him simply saying that, made you feel as if you didn’t always need to be perfect and proper. 

His eyes looked back up and met yours with an intensity that was rather intimidating and yet you couldn’t look away. You must have just looked at each other for only a second but it felt much longer, and it felt like you could’t quite breath. However, he nodded his head down in a slight bow and with that passing gesture of farewell you made your way out of the garden. With one last look back at him you quickly walked back to the party, your heart fluttering slightly in your chest and the feeling like perhaps you got too much air.

The rest of the night you tried to remain a wall flower, your eyes searching for the mysterious man you had just met in the gardens. You also had zero interest in catching the eye of your mother or any of the other suitors she most likely was trying to set you up with. Luckily you noticed a group of young women you were friendly with and so you stayed and chatted with them for quite a while, sipping on champagne and listening to the latest gossip. You weren’t one to normally gossip, but at least pretending to listen to it kept you away from any actually being courted or bothered.

As the party finally ended you and your group of friends began to make your way outside to meet the rest of your families, gather in your carriages, and head home. On the way out, in the main foyer of the mansion, you saw the man you had been looking for putting an empty champagne glass down on a silver tray and also heading out the front door. He still seemed alone, which made the mystery of him even more pronounced.

“Who is he?” One of the young women in your group whispered.

“I’ve never seen him before,” whispered another, as the gossip started to come quickly now that a new man in society had been revealed. 

“Why is he alone? He has to be married surely,” whispered another.

You said nothing to the girls, not wanting to reveal you had been alone in a garden with the mysterious man, but your face turned a bit pink and your heart fluttered again, hearing them gossip about the attractive man, especially hearing the girls start to talk about his good looks.

The man’s carriage was waiting for him as you all made your way outside. It was a gorgeous, opulent carriage of pure black with silver rococo style trim, and his horses were a shiny jet black as well. He must have been a man of extreme wealth to afford such opulence and the mystery around who he could be only grew.

He must have heard the twittering and whispering coming from behind him from your group and so before he entered his waiting carriage, he turned around briefly to see what was going on behind him.

Your cheeks flushed pink even more as his eyes scanned the group with a raised brow, but then his eyes landed on you and his face softened. He bowed his head slightly again, and then entered his carriage and took off.

All of the girls in your group started going aflutter after seeing the mysterious man acknowledge you. They all started talking at once, “Do you know him!?” “Who is he?!” “He acknowledged you!”

“I…I don’t know!” You said, now ironically wishing your mother was here to pull you away and take you home. “I don’t know who he is,” you said breathlessly. 

“But he seemed to know you!” Said one of the girls.

Your cheeks just flushed a deeper pink, and almost as if your prayers had been answered your mother finally came to join you outside, your carriage about to pull up as well to take you home. 

“I’ve got to go!” You said running towards your mother, as your friends still shouted questions behind you.

“What are they going on about?” Your mother asked as you caught up to her and your approaching carriage.

“Oh…nothing..just some gossip..” You said breathlessly.

Your mother looked at the other girls disapprovingly as you and she stepped inside the carriage.

Your heart was still beating fast and you rested your head against the cushioned walls of the carriage, not daring to look your mother in the eye.

“Don’t think we won’t talk about your behavior with the Viscount tonight young lady. He was a good match for you and you completely embarrassed our family with the way you acted” your mother scolded you. Although her voice seemed very far away, since all you could think about was the man in the garden with the piercing silver eyes like the stars.

“Mhmm,” you said, completely brushing her off, as your mind wandered as you secretly wished of seeing the mysterious man again at the next ball.

And indeed you would. 

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For the first time in what felt like forever, you were excited for the next social outing. As it turned out there was garden party coming up at the end of the following week and all of the ton would be there.

The afternoon of the party, as your ladies maid created romantic curls in your hair and got you dressed, you couldn’t stop fidgeting. Your maid at one point even asked you if you needed to use the toilet, as you kept moving around as she made you up.

Soon though you were dressed in your light and airy gown, the color of a very light sage green, which made the color of your eyes and hair pop. And you and the rest of your family were off to the event.

Upon arriving, the garden party was in full swing. The gorgeous London garden decked out with hundreds of rose bushes, and gazebos for guests to enjoy tea and pastries under. All of the women of the ton looking like pastel treats themselves in their various colorful gowns and parasols.

As you walked with your family, your eyes darted about, not seeing the one face you had wanted to see. Maybe you had dreamt him up after all. And so after a while, you settled at a little table and enjoyed some afternoon tea.

You were on your second cup, when finally, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a head of platinum hair, and when you turned you finally saw him. He was dressed in the same type of matte black, but this time his form-fitting suit had hints of deep forest green. His hair wasn’t tied back this time so you could see how long it was, which wasn’t typical for a man in the current style, but it was apart of what made him so intriguing. 

You noticed the man he was talking to was a newer member of the ton, an extremely wealthy man, although sometimes not accepted with the older members of the ton due to his ‘new money.’ However, he seemed to be in a deep conversation with the mysterious man you had wanted to see, both of them seeming to be very interested in what the other had to say.

“Who is that man? The one with the longer hair?” You asked your family.

“Oh that’s Lucius Malfoy, a Marquess, he’s just come back into society after being away for years,” said one of your brothers.

You finally had a name; Lucius Malfoy.

“Ugh!” Your mother tutted her displeasure at the name. “That man!”

You took a sip of your tea, your eyebrows raised in question. “What? What does that mean?”

“Well I don’t know…I’ve heard rumors…his wife had suddenly disappeared…he left society for years without a word or explanation…quite improper.”

You looked at Lucius from afar. He seemed so soft spoken…so quiet. You couldn’t wonder how this man could have caused any drama or upset.

“Mother, I thought you said never to believe gossip,” you replied.

“Well…” she said taking a sip of her tea, not quite able to defend her positioning. “I just know that everyone in the ton who knew him before he left is quite surprised he has returned. The only reason why anyone has accepted him back is because he is incredibly wealthy…but don’t worry, he won’t come near our family and ruin our reputation.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes as discretely as possible. Your mother and her close minded propriety never liked anything that was out of the ordinary or that disrupted the way of things. However, all of that made you even more intrigued with the mystery of Lucius. 

You drank your tea in silence and contemplated on what your mother had said, and yet her clear dislike of the man, only made you want to know him more. Perhaps it was disdain for your mother over what she had been putting you through lately, or perhaps despite hearing rumors about Lucius, you couldn’t get over his handsome and alluring character, but either way you wanted to bump into him again; and you longed to have it happen sooner than later.

As the light began to get lower and the lovely aura of twilight surrounded the garden party, you grew wary of the tedious sociality of it all and escaped to a large weeping willow tree that you knew was in the garden for some respite.

You should have known it was going to happen, as it seemed this is the way you two would always meet, but as soon as you moved aside the branches and leaves to stand under the willow tree, you already saw it was occupied; by none other than Lucius himself. 

“Ah” you said softly, causing the elegant man to turn around at hearing he wasn’t alone anymore. “I’m sorry, I should have known it would already be occupied.”

Lucius smirked a bit and chuckled, causing you to feel a bit tingly, and his silver eyes stared at you intently. “My apologies, Miss…” Lucius started realizing he did not know your name.

You told him your name and then he repeated it, the sound of it on his lips also doing something to you that continued the tingly feeling. 

With another smirk, Lucius stared around the quiet space and spoke, “It seems as if we keep running into each other like this.”

You smiled brightly and nodded, “Yes. Almost as if…as if we need the same thing at these big social events…to be alone…or left alone.”

Lucius nodded as well, “Indeed. And there’s nothing wrong with that,” he looked down at the ground in thought. “I forgot how suffocating life out in society can sometimes be.” 

“How long have you been away?” You asked, genuinely curious after the gossip you heard from your mother this morning.

At first Lucius didn’t say anything, almost as if he was choosing his words wisely. “For quite a few years…” he said looking off into the distance, his silver eyes narrowing a bit as if he was thinking about something displeasing.

“I see…” was all you said as you took a few steps closer unintentionally.

For a few moments you both stood in silence, not awkward exactly, but definitely more wanting to be said. 

“I’m sure you’ve heard the worst," Lucius said as he sighed and looked back at you, his eyes now looking almost sad. “Such is the way of gossip amongst the ton.” 

You immediately felt empathy for him, a kindred spirit, clearly also so over the gossip and the politics of society. You immediately wanted to assure him you weren’t like the others. 

“Yes,” you admitted, “but I pay it no mind, for that’s all it is…gossip,” you said trying to assuage his feelings.

Lucius continued looking at you, his eyes softening slightly. “Refreshing,” he said with a soft smile. “And wisely said for a lady of your age.” 

You blushed slightly at the praise. 

“Sometimes I do really feel as if all of this is quite suffocating,” you said, making it known you quite agreed with him. “Especially when it comes to my mother.”

Lucius didn’t say anything but the way he looked at you and listened to you as you spoke, made you feel like someone was finally hearing you. He made your chest feel light.

“As I told you, there’s nothing wrong with needing your own space,” he said with that deep gentle voice.

You smiled and nodded. “Yes, you seem to be the only person that understands that.”

He chuckled which caused you to slightly as well. 

For the rest of the evening, you both sat in companionable conversation. You talked about your passion for reading, something in which Lucius too also had a passion for. You had blushed again when he had asked you what type of books interested you, and you shyly revealed you liked the romance genre. He had chuckled deeply at that which caused the tingling in your lower belly to grow a bit more than it already had been. You were also relieved to find that he didn’t judge you either, which was, again, quite refreshing. 

You both hadn’t realized how dark it had gotten, and just like the night of the ball when it was just you two, alone in the night outside, you knew you shouldn’t be seen together alone.

Lucius had also noticed you noticing the dark quickly approaching and spoke, “Perhaps, as much as I wish not to, we should part ways for the evening?” 

You sighed out, not wanting to part, but knowing you should. “Yes, I suppose.” You made your way to leave the cover of the willow first, so that he could follow on his own shortly after. You turned back to him one last time before you left, “I enjoyed talking to you Lord Malfoy. Truly.”

He smiled at you genuinely, his eyes seeming to soften, “You as well Miss Y/N.” 

And with that you left, no one suspecting you had been alone with Lord Malfoy, the tingling feeling you had been feeling since talking to him following you home and staying with you all night as you lay in bed, causing you to feel flushed, sometimes like how you did when you read your romance novels. The feeling wasn’t entirely off-putting…not one bit.

You had barely explored your body before, maybe a few times only, but that night you couldn’t help the urges as your hands began wandering your body, touching lightly, caressing, slipping through between your legs and lightly touching the one spot that was tingling the most. All the while, your eyes closed as you imagined the mysterious Lord Malfoy, the man that you knew wouldn’t leave your mind anytime soon. 

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Another week passed and your days were filled with endless suitors coming to your doorstep to call on you. Some were downright nauseating, some were polite yet nothing special to you, but most of the time you were too busy daydreaming to pay attention to any of them.

Of course your mother chastised you for having your head in the clouds, and she constantly nagged you and reminded you that you would find a husband this season, and there was no getting out of it. You were beyond annoyed at her, but you were too preoccupied thinking of long platinum hair, silver eyes and the scent of pine and leather to heed her warnings. However, you should have realized her threats were serious, especially at the next ball.

At that point it had been about a few weeks, and things between you and your mother were getting to a boiling point. The trip in the carriage to the ball was tense, as right before you left, your mother told you that you would be dancing with none other than that ancient Viscount that she had pushed you on about a month ago at the last grand ball. You had protested with everything that you had, but nothing you said or threatened would convince her otherwise.

By the time you arrived at the ball, you were in a foul mood, tears threatening to spill over. You didn't notice anything about the sparkling and extravagant ball, as you were so worried about the moment you had to dance with the Viscount, who already had put his name on your dance card the moment you arrived, his ancient arthritic hands barely able to write his name down.

As the dancing began, your mother grabbed you by your wrist and shoved you towards the dance floor, the embarrassment and aggressiveness of it all finally causing a few of your tears to fall. As she dragged you, your eyes caught the one man's you hoped you would see. Lucius Malfoy was standing closer to the wall sipping a glass of champagne and looking in slight shock as he saw the treatment your mother gave you, and your bright teary eyes pleaded with him, almost as if silently asking him to save you. You saw him put down his glass immediately and began to follow you, but he wasn't able to make it before the ancient Viscount had your hands in his and the two of you were dancing, awkwardly, to the music of the orchestra.

You wouldn't even meet the stare of the Viscount despite hearing him complimenting your figure in your gown, all the while your ears were ringing with silent rage. As you moved stoically to the dance, your teary eyes finally looked around the room, to the angry face of your mother as she watched over you like a hawk, to the stares of some of your friends as they watched you with pity, to finally seeing Lord Malfoy coming up behind the Viscount and tapping him on the shoulder. You breathed out a sigh of relief. He had come to save you from the situation.

"May I?" He said with that deep voice of his, slightly startling the Viscount.

At first it seemed as if the Viscount would object but after looking up at Lucius, who towered over him with that impressive height and broad shoulders and the fierce stare in those silver-grey eyes, the old Viscount mumbled something but then bowed slightly towards you in propriety and sauntered away looking angered.

Lucius quickly grabbed your hands, easily falling into step in the dance that was currently happening. You were immediately comforted by his large, warm hands engulfing your own, and despite not really knowing the Lord, you instantly felt protected and safe now that you were held by him.

"Thank you," was all you managed to say as you stared up at him in wonder. "How…how did you know I needed help?"

"Any one can clearly see you were in distress," he said, his brows slightly furrowed as he took in the tears in your eyes. "I think many people saw I was in distress…and no one came to help. No one ever comes to help," you said sadly. "Except you."

Lucius' brows were still furrowed and his jaw was pressed hard as if he was angered slightly, "Such is the way of the ton," he said, clearly disappointed nothing had changed since his time away.

Lucius led you across the dance floor in mind numbing grace. He was one of the most talented dancers you had ever had the pleasure of dancing with, and soon enough your sadness and anger began to ease a bit. But not before long, the orchestra ended the song and while the rest of the crowd clapped at the end of the song, your mother was soon by your side looking at you and then up at Lucius, a piercingly angry look on her face.

"If you will excuse my daughter," she said through slightly clenched teeth, "I must speak with her."

You didn't want to talk with her at all, you wanted nothing to do with her, "I would like to stay and dance with-" you began to say but not before your mother grabbed you by the wrist again to drag you off.

"Now!" She said

"Madame…" Lucius said as his silver eyes glanced to where she was gripping your wrist, indicating he was watching.

"Excuse me sir," your mother said angrily as she released your wrist, remembering her propriety, and then turning back to you. "Now." She said once again as she waited for you to follow her.

With one last look of desperation back at Lucius you bowed slightly to him said "thank you" quietly and then followed your mother to a more quiet area, but not before you turned back to Lucius who ever so slightly nodded his head to the left, where there were doors leading out into the gardens, as he started walking in that direction. You would know where to find him then.

Your mother pulled you into a side room and shut the door quickly. "How could you?!" She started yelling at you. "How could you sully our good name by dancing with that Marquess Malfoy?!"

"He saw me in distress! He was being a gentleman!" You yelled back, finally having enough. You realized then you greatly disliked your mother. She never cared about you, only what looked good for the family in society.

"What have I told you about leaving your feelings behind, and be a proper lady! It's all of those ridiculous books you read!"

"Sorry I'm a human being!" You yelled back, not backing down.

"And how dare he interrupt your dance with your betrothed. How uncouth!"

You weren't sure if you had imagined it, with all of the anger boiling inside of you, but you surely misheard what she had just said. "…did you say…betrothed?"

"Indeed!" She huffed.

"What?! To that old Viscount?! I never agreed to this! When did this happen?" You said as fresh, hot tears began streaming down your face, unable to believe this was real.

"You have no right to request to approve or agree to something! I told you that you were getting married this year and since you have failed to make a match as of yet over these years, I finally made the decision for you!"

"NO!" You screamed as you ripped the dance card from your wrist and threw it at your mother's feet.

"It's already confirmed! You can't ask for a better match. The Viscount has influence and money and he's promised to provide for you and our family. You are marrying the Viscount," she said firmly. "Mother…mother please no…I can't! You can't do this to me" You said as your tears flowed, as you tried to plead to any ounce of love or empathy your mother had for you.

She didn't flinch an inch towards showing any sign of compassion, "This isn't one of your novels about love. Remove yourself at once from your fairytale worlds and be reasonable. This is a good match and you cannot get out of it now. The contract is signed," she said crossing her arms.

You felt like crumbling. You couldn't believe she hadn't told you…had done this to her own daughter. You couldn't wrap your mind around what had just happened. All that you knew was that you needed to get out of this room and away from your mother. All of your dreams and hopes for any type of happy life died and you couldn't help the stream of hot tears now that wouldn't stop. They were tears of sadness of course but more than anything, anger. "Well..are you going to go out there and find your betrothed and apologize?" Was all your mom had to say to fill the horrible silence.

Your anger and almost hatred towards you mother was now at its peak, and with a look of pure fury at her, all you managed to say was "Never," as you ran out of the room and towards the garden, as your mother yelled your name after you. You ran, the ballroom a blur of gilded chandeliers and crystals, until you finally made it outside into the fresh air. You kept running, into the more hidden part of the garden beyond the outer hedges, your body both knowing your mother wouldn't bother to go out this far to find you and also knowing that Lucius Malfoy would be there waiting. The only person who had ever done anything for your own happiness your entire life, despite barely knowing him.

Finally within an inner area of the expansive garden you saw the tall and elegant form of Lucius Malfoy, as he stood there, seemingly waiting for you patiently. As he heard you approach he immediately walked over to where you were. "Are you hurt?"

You appreciated the fact that the first thing he wanted to know was if you were okay. Your mother must have looked quite enraged if his first thought was that she physically hurt you. "Physically I'm fine," you said as tears still fell. You put your hand to your chest, your heart feeling so bruised, "But I'm not well."

"I am sorry if I have caused you any trouble," Lucius said moving closer to you slowly, not wanting to alarm you. "I know I am not a desired person to be around in society."

"I don't care about any of that," you said looking into his eyes. "You are the only person who has ever done anything to help me…the only person to never have judged me."

Lucius looked down in humbleness, clearly not knowing what to say, however he finally said what he needed to. "In my time away from society, I realized how to be more empathetic…not only to myself but to others."

"I wish the rest of society would learn that lesson," you said as the angry tears fell.

"And now…" you continued, "now I am to marry that…that vile Viscount!" Lucius' silver eyes seemed to stutter at that revelation and his jaw clenched slightly, clearly in distaste. However he kept his mouth shut, clearly not wanting to say anything improper.

"I can't…" you said, breaking the silence, "I can't go through with it…it can't be him…"

"That man…is quite unsavorable," Lucius said quietly, letting you know that he was on your side.

"I would never have agreed to this match. My mother doesn't care though. All she cares about is status and money…I have always wanted…more," you said as you looked up at Lucius, to see if he knew what you meant by that.

"I understand," he said as he briefly reached for your hand and held it gently in his, that deep voice that had been slowly becoming your only comfort outside of your books. "I wish there was something I could do…I fear that my opinion however doesn't hold much sway.." He continued, as he dropped your hand, much to your dismay.

As you looked up into his kind, silver eyes, and then examined the rest of his beautiful face, you had the strangest idea pop into your head, and quite an improper one at that, but suddenly the thought consumed your entire mind and body and you knew immediately that it was something you had to ask of him, no matter how insane it may be. You knew once you asked him there was no going back, and if he were to reveal what you were about to ask of him to anyone, it could ruin you forever. Despite all of that though, you somehow knew you could trust him.

"I need it to be you," you said shakily as your eyes glanced down a bit and your cheeks flushed.

"What do you mean?" Lucius asked, one of his eyebrows quirking up slightly.

"I need it to be you," you said again, as you swallowed hard but continued speaking, "it can't be him…to…take me for the first time…as a man does to his wife on their wedding night," your cheeks were burning red by this point, but you kept your resolve and still looked into his eyes with determination. "It can't be him…please."

For the first time you saw Lucius' calm demeanor falter, and this time he was the one looking down, his cheeks only the slightest bit pink, but you could still tell your demand affected him.

"I…I …Miss Y/N," he said quietly, as if anyone could be listening, "that would be quite improper….I-"

"What my mother is doing to me is wrong…I want…no, I need my first time to be more. Perhaps it is my silly romance novels after all, but I just…please," you said as you reached out your hand this time to gently take his.

His silver eyes moved from your own to briefly look down at your lips as he slightly licked his own with his tongue, almost as if he was finally realizing what you were asking, and that the temptation of that ask was consuming him. His gaze flicked back up to yours, the silver of his eyes seeming to burn molten.

"I mustn't," he said breathily, as you noticed his jaw clenched harder, as if he was holding back.

"Please," you begged again, just as breathily as he was.

"If anyone were to find out…" he said, as his chest breathed in and out quickly, "I don't care about myself, but I would ruin you…" he continued, his lids going heavy as he said that, as if his words held a double meaning, although you were half sure he meant your reputation.

"No one will ever know…just us," you said as your eyes portrayed all of your determination towards him. "Please," you pleaded yet again.

Lucius looked at you for quite a few long seconds as you could see his brain trying to process everything behind his silver gaze. His jaw clenched once more and then unclenched, and with one last look at your plush lips he gazed into your eyes with a look that made the heat from your cheeks rush straight to your core, "I can't deny you when you plead with me like that, you have no idea what it…what it's doing to me."

"Say yes then," you said quickly.

He didn't waste another second before he said in a deep, husky voice "yes."

You felt your thighs slightly clench together and your heart was beating so fast you were surprised it didn't beat straight out of your chest. Before you could say anything, Lucius spoke.

"I will send my carriage for you tomorrow night at 10 o'clock. It will be waiting for you around the corner, so as not to attract any attention. Will you be able to sneak away from your household?"

"Yes," you said breathily, as you felt lightheaded at the thought. It would be only too easy to sneak out your window and down the trellis to escape. You had done it many times before.

"You are sure about this?" He asked as his eyes looked to where you were still holding his hand.

"You are the only man that has ever treated me with respect or has ever noticed the true me…if I am to be cursed to marry that despicable Viscount…I will give my body to someone I choose."

Lucius looked at you as if he was seeing something truly amazing and it made your blush come back into full force. You perhaps wondered if you honored him by choosing him to do this task…that someone else in the world trusted him this much.

Not saying a word, he raised your hand up to his lips and kissed it, his silver eyes looking at you as he did so.

In that one moment you knew singlehandedly that you had made the right decision. Whatever were to happen tomorrow, you knew in your heart it would be incredible.

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The next day seemed to simultaneously go by so slowly and also so quickly as you waited for the clock to strike 10 o'clock at night. You had sheltered yourself in your room all day, trying hard to read your books and concentrate as you bided your time. You had barely eaten as well; your stomach was too nervous to really eat anything and so you had mainly just sipped on water all day.

Soon enough, your family had all gone to their beds, the candles throughout your grand house had been put out for the most part, and the house maids all retired to their own quarters.

You were wearing a very lightweight shift dress, your most comfortable garment, and you draped a deep blue velvet cloak around you and lifted the hood, so that when you snuck out and made your way to the carriage Lucius was to send, you would blend in better with the night around you.

At 9:58, you quietly opened your window and slowly and carefully climbed out and then onto the side trellis and gently stepped down until your feet touched the soft grass below. Wasting no more time, you ran across the front garden and out onto the quiet streets, and sure enough, around the corner and a bit down from your home, that elegant all black carriage with the black horses was waiting for you.

The coachman, being quite discrete and without saying a word, opened the carriage door for you and the moment you stepped in your nerves began to really start. The nerves weren't necessarily a bad thing, but you definitely noticed the butterflies beginning to form in your stomach. Despite that though, the scent of the carriage alone was pure heaven. It smelled delightfully of pine and leather, the essence of Lucius Malfoy, and those nerves in your stomach slowly began to turn into feelings of anticipation. Luckily you didn't have to wait as long as you would have thought. From your home to Lucius' it took about 25 minutes. Lucius home was a bit out of the city, down a long drive that seemingly lead into a forest, however a clearing eventually appeared, and what you witnessed was a house, no, a Manor, that was pure ancient nobility. The Manor would have been perfectly suited to house any king or queen and you wondered then how lonely Lucius must have felt out here in the countryside, all alone with nothing but his servants and his gardens to keep him company. Your heart beat fast, not only due to the fact that the carriage had now pulled up to the front of the Manor but perhaps realizing that Lucius wanted this just as badly as you did, due to his loneliness…and maybe even more.

The footman opened the carriage and offered his hand to help you out of the carriage and, still, without saying a word motioned with his hand for you to climb up the front steps and up towards the intimidating grand doors of the Manor. Your heart beat in tandem with each step you climbed until finally you were face to face with the doors and right as your hand lifted slightly to knock, the door opened, revealing none other than the master of the house himself, Lord Lucius Malfoy.

Your heart skipped a few beats at the sight of the man with which you were about to share every intimate detail with. He was gorgeous in the light of the moon that seemed to shine down upon him, his platinum hair sleek and shining and pulled back at the nape of his neck with a leather ribbon. His tall, manly form clad in all black, a black that was as rich and decadent as the night itself. He wore no gloves, but you noticed a few silver rings gracing some of his large, graceful fingers, and for some reason it made your body tingle. Would those perfect looking hands and fingers be on you soon? Your heart beat fast and your body shivered in anticipation as your eyes met his.

You had yet to speak, not only because you had been admiring the beautiful man in front of you but because you had been struck at how he answered the door himself. Surely in a Manor this grand, there would be numerous servants about.

Lucius must have seen your wide eyed expression, probably noting your nervousness and anticipation but also your questioning gaze. "Good evening Miss Y/N," he said, his voice husky and deep, as seductive as the night itself. "It's just us tonight," he said as he offered you his hand as he led you across the threshold and into his home. "I can assure you my footman is quite discrete."

Lucius looked you over with his piercing silver gaze, however you were looking at the gorgeous environment that was Lucius' home. The most grand chandelier you had ever seen in your life hung above a spacious foyer that was floor to ceiling marble, as if you had been transported into a French chateau. The light from the hundreds of lit candles cast an ethereal and romantic glow throughout the grand space and an epic staircase, also made from the same beautiful marble, led to an upstairs area which you could see was expansive with numerous doors showing that this Manor had every type of room one could dream of.

"Come with me," Lucius said gently as he hooked your hand in the crook of his arm, and gallantly began to lead you across the floor and up the grand stairs.

Still staring wide eyed at your surroundings the second floor was more subdued but still so elegant. The floor here was beautiful parquet wood, as well as the walls were also paneled wood, and there was never ending candelabras, portraits, antiquities and hints of greens and silvers everywhere. Door after door you passed, your eyes took in everything so quickly, from numerous studies, to a grand library, to guest rooms and sun rooms. Finally, when it felt as if you had been walking for quite some time, Lucius stopped in front of a door and opened it, revealing a most spectacular bedroom.

It was most definitely his room; masculine but still stunningly decorated. The biggest four poster bed you had seen in your life took over the far side of the room, where another equally as impressive chandelier hung above it. The green velvet of the drapes and the bedding looking so rich, your body longed to feel it, and your mind couldn't help but fantasize about laying on it naked, which caused your cheeks to flush at your own scandalous thoughts.

A green velvet, chaise lounge sat in the middle of the room, and various dark wooden armoires and bookshelves took over a lot of the wall space and the wood of all of the pieces of furniture were spectacularly gilded. A huge fireplace took up most of the left wall, where there was a low fire crackling, making the atmosphere even more romantic than you could have hoped for.

Finally, after taking in your fill of his room, you looked back at the gorgeous man himself, his eyes were intense upon you as you pulled back the hood of your cloak. Your hair was fully down and falling in soft waves, and Lucius seemed to take it in, his eyes sparkling in the light of the fire. He stepped closer, his tall body seeming to tower over your petit one, and yet he didn't scare you; you were nervous, yes, but not scared.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked with the upmost care in his voice, his brow furrowing slightly.

Your mouth was dry from the nerves and you licked your lips slightly before you spoke, something you noticed his eyes take in as he studied you. "Yes, I'm sure," you said knowing that you meant it completely besides your voice being a bit shaky.

Lucius' own hands, quite steady and sure, reached up to the clasp of your cloak and unhooked it gently, letting it fall to the ground around you.

Lucius had always been the gentleman, even that first night that he had seen you in the dark gardens, you had seen his eyes flick briefly up and down, taking you in, unlike the ogling stares of most men who would openly gawk at yourself and the other young women of the ton. However, tonight, Lucius had his fill of you as he looked and didn't hide it this time, and the way he looked at you didn't disgust you as it did when other men did it…the way Lucius looked at you made your core ache with a pleasantness that you'd never experienced before. You had perhaps been subconsciously aware that by not wearing a corset or any other undergarments under your shift dress, that it would be something Lucius would notice right away. The thin fabric leaving little to the imagination as your expectant and perky nipples hardened under his gaze.

Lucius clenched his jaw briefly before his eyes moved back to yours, the silver in them as molten as they had been when you had asked this favor of him the other night. You now recognized it as a sign of his own arousal, those gorgeous eyes of his portraying so much emotion and desire without him even having to say a word.

His warm hands slowly reached up to cup your face, your eyes closing in bliss at the feeling of his comforting and assuring touch. One of his thumbs rubbed tenderly along your cheek as he leaned his head down to place a kiss on your cheek right where his thumb had just been. Your eyes had fluttered shut at feeling him treat you with such tenderness as your mind and body were calling out for more as you sighed out sweetly. You felt his hands then move to your back where they traced delicious lines up and down before settling on the lacing of your gown. His lips moved from your cheek to the crook of your neck where he placed another soft kiss, causing your skin to prickle with gooseflesh, and then to your ear where he whispered in that deep, addicting voice of his. "May I?"

You knew what he meant as you felt his fingers grip the lacings of your gown. He wanted you completely bare for him. This was one of the parts you were nervous for. However, you wanted this, so incredibly much, and so with a shallow breath of nerves you nodded your head and whispered "yes."

Lucius pulled at the lacing, and within a few seconds his perfect hands were at your shoulders, as he stepped back a bit so that when he moved the dress down your arms he could take you in.

You felt everywhere that his silver gaze took you in, almost as if it left an aura in its path. You so instinctually wanted to cover up the parts of your body that had since now been forbidden to anyone else, but you gained more confidence by the second as you saw how he looked at you as if you were the most perfect goddess he had ever seen. From the petiteness of your stature and waist, to the womanly fullness of your breasts and bottom, you knew Lucius was absolutely besotted, and if you needed any more indication you noticed a rather large bulge where his manhood would be, straining against the tighter fitting pants of his suit, something which caused your core to clench involuntarily.

Lucius almost sighed out with a moan when he next spoke, "You are so incredibly beautiful Y/N."

You finally blushed, despite having stood naked already for the past few moments, not only from the compliment, but because you noticed he had called you simply by your name. No use of formal titles or anything.

After a few more moments of silent reverence on his end he stepped back to stand more closely to you and leaned down to place the most warm and passionate kiss on your lips. It was your first kiss, and all you had ever wanted in life was to feel any type of passion, the type that you read about in your novels, and finally here it was. It took your breath away.

After he had his fill and you were both needing to catch your breath, he took you by the hand and led you to the green velvet chaise lounge, indicating for you to sit. Your eyes must have mirrored your confusion. If you were being honest with yourself, you had half expected him to lead you to the bed, do the deed, and then politely send you on your way. However, he clearly had other intentions and ideas.

And so you sat on the cushioned chaise, the velvet feeling heavenly against your skin, just as you had imagined. However he didn't sit down next to you, but he slowly circled the chaise, lightly caressing your shoulders with his ringed fingers as he walked behind you and then back around to the front, your skin already pebbled with gooseflesh. He stopped in front of you and you innocently looked up at him from where he towered over you. Suddenly he sank to his knees, and he was so tall that even on his knees in front of you his face was at your own eye level.

"Tell me…" he said as he looked at your bare body in front of him and then back up into your eyes. "Have you ever touched yourself….pleasured yourself?"

You blushed slightly, at the blunt question and didn't know how to answer, fearing that you would be judged.

"I won't judge you. Quite the contrary," he said comfortingly, as he again seemed to know exactly what was on your mind.

"Yes, a few times," you answered truthfully. You had definitely touched yourself before after reading some of your more intense romance novels. You'd never forget the moment you had first experienced an orgasm from your own touch. And if you were honest you had thought about Lucius once or twice during these times in recent memory.

"Good," he praised, his mouth quirking into soft smile. You felt relief and also felt a sense of sexiness. He seemed to be proud of you in a way and it was entirely surprising but not unwelcome. However you weren't expecting what was coming next. "Show me how you do it," he said, the silver of his eyes burning into your own eyes, his body so close to you as he kneeled still facing you.

You looked at him, as if waiting for him to say he was joking, but when he kept looking at you with those encouraging gorgeous eyes, you realized he was serious.

"Well…I…" you stuttered a bit, your shyness and also your boldness conflicting with one another in your mind.

"I want to see what you like. What you find pleasurable…how your body reacts," he said as he placed one of his warm hands on your thigh and caressing it, which caused your aching core to clench in desire. "I'm going to take it slow with you, I assure you. I want it to be a pleasurable experience for you. You selected me after all, an honor I don't take lightly."

Your mouth slightly hung agape at hearing all of this from Lucius, your heart swelling in appreciation for this gorgeous man in front of you, and you knew once again that you had made the right decision in asking this of him. "Show me," he repeated again, his hand still rubbing you on your thigh. Taking in a deep breath, you leaned back against the chaise and then you spread your legs a bit more open so that you'd have better access to touch yourself.

Lucius was still at your eye level, but with you leaning back he got a complete and up close view of your glistening sex, the pink petals of your lips slick with longing and anticipation.

You looked at Lucius, who was looking at you and it was everything. His eyes drank you in as he looked at your core with a reverence as his jaw clenched and he swallowed hard, and to top it all off you saw that his manhood was still achingly hard in his trousers, this sight causing your core to clench, which then caused Lucius to sigh out as he saw your tight hole pulsate with longing. "My God…you're stunning darling," he said as he looked back up at you, a wicked smirk on his lips as his eyes shined bright with desire.

Him calling you darling made you sigh out as well and your skin tingle as your right hand began to slowly move down your body and head straight to your core. Your middle finger dipped slightly into your entrance bringing your slickness with it as you then slowly moved your finger up to start circling around your clit.

The instant your finger met your clit, your back arched and your head fell back as a soft moan escaped your lips. You felt Lucius' fingers tighten where they had been on your thigh and heard him began to encourage and praise you.

"Yes sweet girl, that's it," his voice said soothingly and reverently.

You couldn't help but moan out again as your finger began moving faster and faster against your clit at hearing his words of encouragement.

"Yes, you know exactly what you want," he praised, as your back arched a little more.

Even when you had touched yourself before, you had never felt this good. For some reason, being here with Lucius, in this forbidden act of defiance against society and propriety, and the way in which his seductive voice encouraged you on and made you feel like you were something to be worshipped and praised, made the pleasure you were feeling go to a completely new level. At this point you were absolutely soaking, and you knew there would be a mess on his lovely chaise lounge and yet even that couldn't distract you from beginning to move your hips in a thrusting motion, as your back arched even more and your finger moved faster and faster on your clit.

"Lucius," you moaned out, not exactly sure what you were calling out his name for, or even realizing that was the first time you had used his name improperly out loud.

"Tell me what you feel sweet girl," he said as his hand still rubbed encouraging circles on your thigh.

"Feels so good," you breathed out as your eyes bore into his with an intensity you knew he could feel. "It's never felt this good before."

You heard Lucius hum in satisfaction under his breath and you longed to always hear that sound, and more. Your mind ran wild with fantasies about what he would sound like during his pleasure and those thoughts alone had your core start fluttering with the onsets of an orgasm, which you knew would be the strongest orgasm of your life as of yet.

"Lucius, I…" you moaned as your hips continued to thrust in time with your finger on your clit, soaked with your own essence. "Lucius," you said again, as you built up to your tipping point. "I adore how vocal you are darling, tell me what you want," he said as his grip on you tightened, his rings digging into your thigh in a pleasurable way. If hearing him encourage you was the last thing you heard in life, you could die happy. But before your body tipped over the edge into bliss you knew you needed something more.

"Touch me…please," you moaned, needing to feel him touch you even more.

You saw Lucius clench his jaw briefly, a now recognizable sign of his arousal, and without saying a word, he immediately complied with your desires. His right hand reached up to cup and squeeze your left breast tenderly but firmly, his hand warm but where his rings graced his fingers the metal of it was cool against your heated skin. Seeming to know exactly what he was doing, Lucius rubbed his ring clad knuckles then over your pert nipple, causing you to moan out at the sensation and thrust your hips and arch your back even more.

Repeating the same ministrations to your right breast, the feel of Lucius' touch was driving you ever closer to your release, your core already weeping with arousal causing the velvet where you sat to become wet.

"Lucius!" You couldn't help but moan out at what you felt next.

His hand had dipped lower from his attentions to your breast to now next to where your hand was currently working your clit, and knowing exactly what you needed, seamlessly moved your hand quickly out of the way and replaced his thumb over your clit himself, so he could finish you off.

Both of your hands now clutched to the edge of the chaise lounge as Lucius' finger worked you perfectly, exactly how you needed, until you couldn't take it anymore.

Lucius must have sensed you were about to fall over the edge, since his eyes were glued on your flushed face and all you needed was one last moment of his amazing encouragement. "Yes Y/N, come for me my sweet girl, you're there. Let go."

All at once your body felt as if it had come alive, as if you had never been alive before this very moment. Your entire body quivered and quaked and you vaguely sensed that you had been crying out into the room as pure bliss rocked your entire soul. You felt your inner walls clench around nothing and pulsate as your orgasm went on for what seemed like forever and ever, all the while Lucius' magical thumb flicking and rubbing on your clit to make your orgasm keep going and going as he whispered praises at you.

Your eyes had been shut and your head had been thrown back as you had come, but after the last aftershocks of your orgasm finally wore off, you lifted your head and opened your eyes to see the gorgeous sight of Lucius staring down at you with nothing but reverence, his right hand still hovering over your sex as his thumb was still gently and slowly rubbing your clit, to his left hand which was palming his hard length through his pants, a sight which made your drenched cunt clench briefly, as if your body knew that you wanted to fully see what he was currently palming in his left hand. Much too soon though Lucius removed his hand from himself and your clit and placed both of his warm hands on your thighs as he looked into your eyes. "You did so well darling," he said leaning in to kiss your heated forehead.

You breathed out a sigh of post orgasm bliss and reached your hand out to lightly clutch to the lapel of his suit, your eyes darting down to his pants where his erection was still straining to be released. You reached your hand towards his length, indicating you wanted to touch and see him.

"Lucius, let me-" you began to say before he interrupted.

"Oh that'll be for another night, don't you worry," he said with a smirk, noting the confusion and determination in your gaze. "I told you I'd take it slow with you."

"But-" you began to say to protest, your cunt already aching for more pleasure and for more of him.

"When I'm done with you, you will know all aspects of pleasure, and what it can truly be…" he promised, his silver eyes now determined. "There's much to teach you yet."

Your skin shivered in anticipation and longing and your lust riddled mind raced with all of the possibilities of what he was going to show you and wishing it could all happen tonight.

"Patience sweet girl," he soothed as he finally stood up from his kneeling position and then offered you his hand for you to stand as well. "The wait will be worth it, I assure you."

You stood up, despite your legs feeling like jelly, and you looked up at him with wide eyes of reverence of your own. This man was truly not like any other you'd ever meet again, and your heart hurt slightly with something that felt what you could only describe as bittersweet.

As you began to dress yourself, Lucius walked over to a side table with a pitcher of fresh water on it and poured you a glass, something which you thought was extremely galant and thoughtful of him. You noticed that there was a wet spot as well on the velvet chaise lounge from where you had been and your cheeks flushed a bit as Lucius came back to your side offering you the glass of water.

"I apologize…" you said as you took the water and sipped as you indicated to where you had been seated.

"Don't ever apologize for that," Lucius said with a soft smile as he went to pick up your cloak so that he could fasten it over your shoulders for you.

You smiled softly, not wanting the night to end, but you finished the water and placed the glass on the side table. All you wanted was to stay in this room forever with Lucius, so that he could show you a world full of pleasure and bliss. To go back to your real life was truly heartbreaking in that moment.

Seeming to always know what you were thinking, Lucius took your hand in his and squeezed it slightly in comfort, and put it in the crook of his arm as he walked you out of the room and back towards the front door of the Manor.

When you got to the front door he led you outside to where the black carriage was waiting for you but not before he took your left hand and raised it to his mouth to place a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"Until tomorrow night," he said as he bowed slightly at the hips, as he then helped you into the carriage.

You leaned out the window one last time to give him a smile, and he returned one of his own, watching the carriage leave the long drive of his home, his gorgeous silver eyes watching until you disappeared from view. Leaning back against the plush green cushions of the carriage, you closed your eyes in satisfied bliss from the night you had just experienced, and knowing that the next few nights would be even better. Your core clenched in longing, and you knew waiting until the next night would feel like ages, so until then you would dream and dream on what was to come.

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You didn't realize how intensely it was going to happen, but you felt changed. You knew that doing this would be life changing, but you didn't know how impactful it would be. Despite the fact that the plan hadn't been fully completed yet, you felt completely and utterly different; and in the best of ways.
That sense of deep longing you had for having a passion in a partner, Lucius had completely fulfilled and it was almost enough for you to forget that you were betrothed to another man who was the complete opposite of what Lucius as a man was. Shutting that thought out of your mind, you lay in bed throughout the morning and daydreamed of the events of last night and the pleasure you had found under Lucius' intense gaze and touch. You could only imagine what tonight would bring…what new layers of pleasure Lucius would teach you, and your body shivered as your hand reached to your still throbbing core as you began to touch yourself and think about Lucius and last night.

Sometime later, after you brought yourself to pleasure, and the aching feelings of longing slightly subsided, you decided to finally go about your day, doing as much as possible to avoid your mother.

Since that dreadful night at the ball, you had avoided her mostly and you planned on doing so for the foreseeable future, for as long as you could get away with it.

And so today you found yourself in the gardens of your family estate, another book in hand, with a basket of berries and scones to snack on as you sought peace and solitude before another night of pure passion.
Sadly your solitude didn't last long because your mother found you by mid-afternoon with your nose buried in a book. You knew by the hurried footsteps they were your mother's and you did your best to not even look up from your book to acknowledge her. Your resentment for her borderlined on hatred at the moment.

"There you are! I've been trying to find you for days it seems," she huffed as she stood in front of where you were lying on the soft grass on your blanket, still not looking up from your book or responding to her.

"You can't avoid me forever, you live under my roof," she continued on as she huffed in annoyance at your lack of response as it was quite opposite to your usual genteel demeanor.

You still said nothing and didn't even look up at her.

"Ignore me then all you'd like. In two weeks time you'll be wed and living with your new husband. You'll never have to see me again if that's what you'd prefer," she said finally, knowing that she was trying to cause a reaction out of you to get a response.

Your eyes stuttered and started to well up with tears, although you still refused to look up at her. Two weeks. She had just said two weeks…So she was still going through with it then on your behalf. Selling you off to the horrendous Viscount. And now there was a timeline.

She stood there for what seemed like an age, waiting for you to say something, to scream, to yell, to do anything. However all you did was slowly close your book, stand up without looking in her direction, and began to walk away; you didn't even bother taking your blanket or remaining food.

You'd never not responded to your mother like this before and her shock must had done something to her brain momentarily, for she called after you, almost like she was pleading with you. "I'm only doing this for you, I swear. I want to make sure you are cared for!"

You stopped in your tracks and scoffed at the pure, brazen lie of it all. For you!? Nothing your mother ever did was for your benefit. Perhaps it was your newfound confidence from the night before, but finally, you had to turn around and look at her, just so she could see your narrowed eyes of bewilderment at her statement. You hoped that she could see in your eyes alone how much she had hurt you and how much you resented and practically hated her in that moment.

And she did, for you saw when you turned around and looked at her with all of that resentment that she looked at the ground in an act of shame; she couldn't meet your gaze. She opened her mouth as if to say something but then she quickly turned around with a huff and left just as fast as she had come to ruin your area of tranquility.

The rest of the day you really did truly lock yourself in your room. It felt like time dragged on as you waited and waited for it to get dark. You bathed, you read a bit more, and you ate a bit of dinner in your room, and finally, before you couldn't quite take waiting anymore, the clock struck 10 o'clock and you practically raced out of your window to climb down the trellis so that you could see the one person who made you feel things no one else could. This time you didn't even bother wearing a gown or a shift dress, but instead opted for one of your nightgowns. You knew it wouldn't last long on anyways.

Sure enough the sleek black carriage was waiting for you where it had been from the night before and you eagerly took the coachman's hand as he helped you into the carriage. The ride over to Lord Malfoy's Manor seemed even quicker this time, and your heart was already starting to beat wildly in your chest and you noticed this time it wasn't because of nerves, but because of extreme anticipation. You had already noticed a slickness between your legs from your body already getting aroused at the thought of what was to come. You would try not to be a simpering mess for Lord Malfoy, but when the carriage finally arrived at the Manor, you practically ran out of the carriage and up to the front doors, where again the Lord of the Manor opened the door before you could even knock.

"Good evening," you said breathlessly, your eyes sparkling as you looked up at the tall, gorgeous man in front of you.

He looked simply divine tonight, as he only wore a looser white undershirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms. He wore a similar pair of tighter fitting black pants as he had the night before and his black boots shined in the candlelight. His hair was down tonight, not pulled back, and his eyes were as silver as ever as he greeted you with a wicked smirk that practically caused you to melt.

"Good evening, darling," he said as he brought your hand up to his lips where he placed a warm kiss on your knuckles. Ever the gentleman, despite what he was about to do to your body.

Just as you had the night before, you followed him upstairs to his room, your hand resting in the crook of his arm. You had a fleeting vision, that this was something you could get used to for the rest of your life, but you quickly pushed that out of your mind, knowing that what was between you two was a favor that he had agreed to and nothing else. You were getting married after all in two weeks time. Before you could get depressed about that fact, you had finally made it to his bedroom, the concentrated scent of him there making the slickness that had been between your thighs even more pronounced; you simply adored his scent.

Before you could even say anything or lay down anywhere, Lucius had closed the door of his bedroom behind you both and had you pressed up against it. You don't even know how he did it but you were now between both of his arms, his hands pressed up against the door on either side of your face. His right hand then came to your flushed cheek to cup it and he leaned in to press his lips to your own. A kiss of pure desire to start off the evening, that also had a sense of urgency about it…as if he had been waiting all day for this as much as you had.

You sighed out as he kissed you, his thumb rubbing sweet caresses on your cheek, and soon you felt his tongue trace your bottom lip, causing you to moan in surprise a bit as you felt him silently seek entrance with his tongue to explore your own. You didn't realize kissing could be like this, as this was only your second time being kissed, but you melted into his chest it felt like as he kissed you and explored your mouth with his tongue, and you met his exploration with your own, which you realized caused him to moan out a bit as well, which caused you to feel even more confident and womanly with your body.

After a bit, Lucius pulled away slightly to look down at you, clearly adoring how petite you were compared to him, his right hand still cupping your cheek gently. You loved the way his eyes slowly looked at your eyes first, then down to your plush lips and then down to the very thin fabric of your nightgown and then back up to your eyes. "You don't realize what these see-through gowns you've been wearing do to me," he said huskily as his right hand left your check to then cup your left breast. The warmth of his hand felt divine as he gently squeezed and kneaded your breast before his thumb and pointer finger lightly pinched your hardened nipple through the thin fabric of your night gown.

"Ahh," you sighed out happily as your head fell back slightly onto the door you were against as your eyes closed as you felt him touch you. The touch you had been waiting for all day.

"Tell me…" Lucius said deeply as his hand trailed down from your breast to your upper thigh where he started to grab the hem of your nightgown and lift it up so that his hand could reach under your gown where your wetness was waiting for him. "Did you think of last night? Did you pleasure yourself thinking about it?" He asked as his fingers hovered over your womanhood.

You were simply shuddering with anticipation by this point and your breath came out shaky as you blushed slightly. "Y-yes," you said as your eyes opened and looked at him shyly.

A seductive smile tugged at his lips as his middle finger finally landed on your throbbing clit as it circled a bit, feeling how incredibly wet you were for him. Placing another molten kiss upon your lips, he rested his head against your forehead and sighed, "Good girl," he praised, as he circled your clit another time with his finger. "Even now you're absolutely drenched for me darling."

Your legs shook, wanting to give out, because your head was swimming with arousal at not only the feel of his finger on your throbbing clit, but because of his praise. Him calling you a good girl did things to you that you couldn't quite comprehend.

"Is it normal? To always be…wet like this?" You asked shyly. You had no other knowledge of what was normal or not, and despite being shy to ask, you had to know since part of you felt like it wasn't normal how much this man caused you to be this way.

Lucius chuckled deep in his chest, another sound that caused your mind to spin. "Only when the woman is rather aroused, yes it is normal" he said as his molten grey eyes looked at you. "I'm flattered you find yourself so in my presence," he smirked, knowing exactly what he did to your body.

He continued on, taking his other hand and guiding one of your hands to the front of him and placing it on his warm, hard length. "And see what you do to me every time I'm around you," he said with a more serious expression.

You gasped and moaned slightly feeling it under your hand. You of course knew what a man's genitalia looked like, having seen it in some of your science and anatomy books, but you had never seen one in real life, let alone touched one…and one that was achingly hard and almost shockingly long. Your cunt throbbed and ached as you palmed at him, running your hand up and down his impressive, and slightly intimidating length, and feeling how warm and iron hard it was even through the fabric of his pants.

His jaw was clenched hard and his eyelids were hooded as he let you touch him, his other hand that was still under your nightgown rubbing along your slit and clit, causing you to buck your hips a bit.

"I want to see you," you sighed out as your hand moved to the buttons on his pants to try and release him so you could lay your eyes on him.

With another deep chuckle Lucius, backed away a bit, causing you to look up into his eyes confused. Surely he wanted you to continue to touch him, he had been reacting well to it. Always seeming to know what you were thinking Lucius smirked, "Soon, my sweet, but not yet. I told you I was going to take it slow with you…to show you all there is to know about pleasure. Tonight I am going to show you another way for you to come for me," he said seductively as he removed his hand from your soaked core and placed his middle finger in his mouth and sucked off your juices.

You stared at him wide eyed as he tasted you, a hot blush coming up to your cheeks at the act. You had never expected that, and yet it caused your core to throb again at the sight of him clearly enjoying the taste of you, as his eyes had briefly fluttered shut.

"Lucius," you said, still blushing from him tasting you.

"Never feel ashamed darling, you taste absolutely heavenly…so sweet" he said as he grabbed your hand in his and lead you over to the chaise lounge where he sat you down. "In fact…I want to taste more of you," he said as he knelt before you and hiked up your night gown so that it was bunched around your middle, your legs already spread open for him, giving him the perfect view yet again of your wet, pink core.

He stared at it briefly in admiration, as he whispered "perfect," which caused a warm feeling in your chest. He never failed to make you feel so womanly and sexy. With wide eyes you watched as he knelt down more so that his face was at the perfect angle to be right between your legs. Your cunt throbbed but your cheeks flushed. You hadn't been expecting this and your heart was beating fast, not knowing what to expect.

"You have nothing to fear angel. I promise I'll make you feel good," Lucius soothed, one of his hands gripping your thigh with slight pressure as he opened you even more for him.

You trusted him utterly and completely and with that you leaned back and within an instant you felt his warm breath near your entrance and then all of a sudden his lips and tongue engulfed your swollen clit, and your eyes closed in absolute bliss as you entered another plane of existence.

You had thought you had known pleasure last night with him, and you had, but nothing yet in your life had compared to this.

"Oh my god," you exclaimed, as it felt like your entire mind and body were fizzing, like the sparkles in a champagne glass.

You heard Lucius chuckle deeply, which caused a vibration feeling on your clit as he gently kissed and lightly sucked at your clit, at the same time as his warm tongue flicked at it with such precision, it was like he knew exactly what would drive you insane with pleasure.

He went at the same slow and gentle pace for a while, getting you accustomed to having him perform such an intimate act on you. The sensitivity that you felt as well was overwhelming. Your fingers, and his own, had been one thing, but the feeling of his warm and wet tongue sliding over your clit in circles as his warm lips sucked and kissed made you feel almost as if you couldn't breath and in the best of ways.

After a bit, you felt him stop briefly, and his gorgeous silver eyes looked up at you from between your legs, a truly sinful sight. "How does it feel my sweet?" He asked you huskily, your slick shining on his lips, causing you to stare at it in wonder.

"I….I…." You couldn't even put together words, but finally they came to you. "It's the best thing I have ever felt,' you sighed out.
A wicked smirk appeared on Lucius' face as he took in your flushed face and body. "Good," he soothed as one of his ringed hands rubbed comfortingly on your thighs, keeping you spread open for him. "Let's continue then shall we?" He said with one last smirk before his head went back between your legs to resume his ministrations.

You groaned out, as the warmth of his mouth returned to your dripping core, his tongue making a long stripe from your entrance to the tip of your clit before he resumed the kissing and sucking motion that had been driving you wild. He moaned out himself as he tasted more of you, and that alone made your cunt start quivering slightly with the onsets of an orgasm.

He knew exactly what he was doing, building you up with the repetitive motion, but you then felt the very tip of one of his fingers teasing your entrance, causing you to buck your hips and instinctually reach one of your hands out to grip his platinum hair to brace yourself.

You realized you hadn't quite asked to grab him as you were currently doing, but you noticed his face had a smirk as he continued feasting on you, so you took it as a sign that he rather enjoyed you doing that. His mouth and tongue on your clit kept driving you wild and the tip of his long finger teasing your hole. You couldn't help but begin to move your hips even more, matching his same rhythm, driving you closer and closer to your release. You noticed at this point, Lucius was moaning, clearly enjoying himself even though he was the one giving you the insane pleasure, and it made your mind spin with how he was ravishing you and delighting in giving you everything and teaching you what pleasure could be. You knew you were so close, your insides were quivering and fluttering and the grip you had on his hair tightened.

"I feel you angle, come for me," Lucius demanded as he spoke quickly, before returning to feasting on you.

Not able to deny him that, and in one final moment, you felt the tip of his finger that had been teasing your hole enter you ever so slightly, and just the slight feel of something entering your body, as you were already wound up with pure bliss, caused you to have a crashing orgasm that made you to cry out Lucius' name over and over.

"Lucius, Lucius, Lucius!" You cried as your body shook, your legs almost trapping his head between your thighs.

You heard Lucius moaning loudly as well as he helped you ride out your orgasm, his tongue on your clit not stopping as your insides pulsated intensely, the very tip of his finger going in and out of you ever so slightly, but never deeply.

It took what felt like forever for your body to finally calm down from its orgasm, and soon your legs stopped shaking, and your entire body felt like it was melting into the couch, your eyes closed in pure contentment and happiness. Your entire body and soul felt warm and it felt like every bad thing that had ever happened to you instantly disintegrated. Feeling a breath of cool air as Lucius blew on your sopping wet core, and with one last kiss to your clit, he raised his head finally from between your legs to look at you, and your post orgasmic bliss.

"It gives me great pleasure to see you like this sweet girl," he sighed as he stood up from his kneeling position and went to sit next to you on the chaise.

Your body shuddered at his praise and you raised your hooded eyes to look up at him from where he sat next to you, his lips still glistening with your orgasm.

You raised your hand to wipe off his lips an apology already forming in your mind, "Sorry, let me-"

But before you could finish your sentence or wipe his lips, he caught your hand in his, and placed a kiss on your knuckles before putting your hand back down onto his lap. "As I've said before, you never need to apologize for something like this," his grey eyes were piercing and true. "I adore the taste of you."

This man seriously knew how to make your body already aroused with his words alone even after just having an orgasm and it didn't help that you felt his manhood twitch with longing as he mentioned your taste, which caused your core to clench again with desire. With flushed cheeks, you looked back up to Lucius' own eyes, which were looking at you expectantly, knowing you were feeling shy about something.

Your eyes flickered down to his lap where you still saw his long, erect hardness through his form fitting pants, and then your eyes flickered back up to his as you took in a deep breath, trying to find the words. "Lucius I…I want to see you…please" you admitted and pleaded. He had seen all of you, and now you desperately wanted to see him.

You heard a deep groan emanating from his chest, his eyes briefly closing as he contemplated your request, almost as if wondering if you were ready. When he looked back into your eyes he must have realized how badly you wanted it and so with a small smirk tugging at his lips, he gently grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger, "Very well then darling. Release me," he said seductively as his eyes went from your eyes, to his lap, and then back to your eyes again.

With slightly shaky hands you moved in a way so that you faced him better on the chaise lounge and then reached for the buttons of his trousers to begin undoing them. It felt like it took forever to undo each black button, but sure enough you had undone them all, his eyes not leaving your work the entire time, and you saw, much to your delight, that his chest was rising and falling rather hard as his breathing became more shallow the closer you got to your prize.

He wore no drawers, and all you had to do was move his longer shirt which had been tucked into his trousers to the side, and finally his length was revealed.

You swallowed hard at the sight you were met with. It was equally intimidating and impressive because of how large and thick it was, and the only thought you had in your mind was how badly you wanted to touch it. The skin of him there was beautiful and pale, the tip of it a bit pink, and there was a vein that was throbbing, which caused your cunt to throb almost as in answer to him.

Without even thinking you reached your right hand out and placed your fingers delicately on his manhood, rubbing your fingers softly up and down the shaft, feeling how velvety soft the skin was there and yet how iron hard it was at the same time. Your eyes briefly meeting his, which were watching you with pure desire, the silver so molten, and his pupils a bit wider than normal. His jaw was clenched and you heard another deep moan in his chest at your gentle touch and your initial feel of him.

Your heart beating fast, and your core instantly becoming wet again with arousal. "Show me what you like," you said shyly, wanting to hear him make more noise for you and to know what he liked, just as he had wanted to discover what you liked as well.

With a shallow breath Lucius began to guide you, "Grip me fully in your hand darling," he instructed as he guided your hand to fully grip his length, your fingers barely able to get around his girth.

"Now move your hand up and down, like this," he said with a strained voice as his hand covered yours and he began to move your joined hands up and down to cause movement and to show you what to do.

You were breathing rather fast, your arousal quite peaked again, soon enough Lucius let go and let you take control. You continued your movements and simply adored the sounds he was beginning to make as you continued rubbing him. You had noticed a drop of liquid at the tip of his manhood and almost as if knowing what to do instinctually, your thumb reached up to touch it and move it around the tip of him, all the while as you still pumped him with the rest of your hand. "Fuck," Lucius cursed as his head fell back against the chaise lounge and his eyes shut closed, his manhood throbbing now. You had flushed at hearing him curse, but also at the same time, it was extremely arousing to you, hearing him lose all sense of propriety and cognition. And so you continued with that, pumping him, and rubbing your thumb over and around the tip of his length, bringing his wetness to cause a slippery feeling wherever you touched.

Lucius groaned and moaned aloud, his own hips slightly thrusting, as yours had done when he had pleasured you. "You wicked thing," he said as he raised his head a bit and opened his eyes to look where you were gripping him. "You're doing so well," he praised.

You couldn't help but feel emboldened and so you sped up your motions on him, similarly to how he sped up his ministrations on you whenever you began to feel particularly good and on the verge of an orgasm.

Lucius' eyes closed again in bliss, "God, you're such a good girl, pleasing my cock so well," he said with a sigh, as his hips began to move even more in unison with your treatment of his manhood.

You were again struck by his use of foul language, but you couldn't help but love it, and you equally adored the feeling of power that you currently had; having a man such as him completely over taken by your hand upon his cock…knowing he was all yours in that moment.

Soon, before either of you couldn't take it anymore, Lucius began breathing even harder, and you could feel his iron length throbbing under your hand, somehow getting even more hard to the touch, and you knew this is what you had been wanting to see; Lucius reaching his pleasure.

"Oh good girl, you're going to make me come," Lucius confirmed, as his moans echoed off of the walls of the room, causing gooseflesh on your skin with how good it sounded.

"Yes," you couldn't help but whisper out as your hand moved a bit faster still. Now you knew why he was constantly aroused from giving you pleasure. Watching him begin to completely lose himself was practically addicting.

With a few final pumps, you felt his cock throb one last time, his head fall back with a loud moan escaping his lips, and his cock releasing a warm white liquid, a lot of it getting on your hand and even more getting up onto his shirt that he still wore. His cock kept throbbing with each spurt that he released and it was completely mesmerizing to you. It was so beautiful to witness.

You hadn't expected or knew what an orgasm for a male would be like, but watching a gorgeous man such as Lucius experience one, was one of the most spectacular things you had ever seen in your life. Seeing such a practically perfect man lose himself, his hair and clothing disheveled, his cheeks slightly flushed, it was everything to witness. After a bit, Lucius' breath returned back to normal and he looked at you with a hooded gaze with what could only be described as reverence. "You're a natural darling…you made me feel so incredibly good."

You beamed, loving his praise, and you removed your hand from him, a lot of his orgasm still on your hands. Noticing the mess he had made, Lucius then slowly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it all the way off of himself, revealing his gorgeous pale skin, his torso and chest toned and muscular and perfect. Grabbing your hand in his, he cleaned off his mess with his shirt and threw it to the ground, as well as took of his boots and pants, so that he was now finally standing naked before you.

You couldn't help but compare him to one of those greek God statues you had seen in museums. He was stunning, and his large cock was still slightly erect, and the image he made was one you would never forget.

Lucius offered you his hand to help you up and you stood, forgetting you were still naked as well. In that moment he came in closer, so that your naked forms were pressed up against one another as he leaned his head in to kiss you warmly and passionately, your body wanting to so badly melt into his own, the heat emanating from both of your bodies feeling so intimate and comforting.

"You did so well tonight," he said as he pressed another kiss to your lips and then one on your forehead.

Your body shivered at his praise and you sighed out "Lucius," not even meaning to.

Somewhere off in the distance you heard a clock strike midnight and Lucius stood back a bit so he could look into your eyes. "Until tomorrow then darling."

A piece of you was desperate not to go…desperate for him to take you finally, especially since you were so aroused from pleasuring him. However another part of you was ok with parting for the night, since continuing this tomorrow gave you another chance to be with Lucius like this. Something you wished with all of your heart would never end. And so Lucius helped you back into your night gown, and he, himself, put on a night robe as he walked you back through the Manor and out to the carriage that would take you back home, but not before one last searing kiss, and a promise of more pleasure to come.

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As you dressed in a beautiful white and silver gown, getting ready to go to the latest social gathering of the ton, your mind wandered to the moments you had shared with Lucius since he had agreed to your favor. Flashes of skin against skin, long ringed hands running up your body, long platinum hair, warm kisses and breathy moans flooded your mind, and it took everything in you not to sigh in pleasure aloud as your maid did your hair for the evening.

This would be your first outing since becoming intimate with Lucius, and you hoped with all of your heart he would be at the evening's gathering. Perhaps there was a chance you could both sneak away. Lucius hadn't confirmed if you'd be going back to his Manor at the same 10 o'clock time as you had the previous two nights, but you thought you might go crazy from longing if you couldn't see him tonight in any capacity.

Ever since being with him, it felt like you were in a constant state of arousal. He hadn't fully taken you yet as you had asked him to initially, and although you desperately wanted him to, you loved the fact that he was teaching you so many other things about sensuality and pleasure before doing the actual deed. He was the most amazing man you had ever known, in real life and in your novels.

Later that evening you arrived at the home of the Lord and Lady who were hosting the latest event. An extravagant dinner celebrating the bloom of Spring and Easter. You had mostly ignored the rest of your family, still giving your mother the cold shoulder, but you knew with a sinking heart that your betrothed Viscount would be at the dinner as well.

Grabbing the closest glass of champagne that you could, you immediately separated yourself from your family as you briefly mentioned something about 'going to mingle' under your breath; however your real purposes were avoiding the Viscount and also looking for the one man you so desperately wanted in every way. As you sipped on your champagne and made your way through the house, still not finding Lucius, you then made your way into the beautiful gardens which were blooming with hundreds of spring time flowers. Unfortunately that was where everyone was gathering anyways, since the extravagant dinner was going to be served inside of a large greenhouse, keeping with the theme of Springtime.

With a sigh you saw the old Viscount you had been trying to avoid already sitting at the table, your family already seated close by and a place setting with a name tag for you sat right next to the old man. Your betrothal had become public knowledge you assumed. You felt sick to your stomach, and right before you were about to turn around and leave without saying a word, the glow of a candlelight reflecting off of something bright caught your eye and you looked to the left to see Lucius sat at the far left hand side of the table, drink in hand, his silver eyes having already spotted you, a gorgeous small smile upon his lips as you caught his gaze. Your stomach fluttered with butterflies and your cheeks flushed happily, a smile appearing on your lips as well as you stared back at him, time seeming to stop and everyone else around you seeming to disappear. Almost as if you couldn't control your own body movements, you started moving towards where Lucius was sitting at the table, but all of a sudden you heard a chair to your right side be pulled out, and the old Viscount was calling out to you, "Over here dear," said the old Viscount. You looked with a cringe to your left and saw he had pulled out your chair for you at the table. You did everything you could to avoid your mother's gaze who was seated on the opposite side of the Viscount, but you could feel without even looking that she was staring daggers at you, making sure you were on the best behavior and not making a scene.

With a sigh, and one last look at Lucius, who was looking at the old Viscount with a cold stare like ice in his silver eyes, you made your way and sat down without a word. You would put up with this dinner, but afterwards you would find Lucius. There was no question about it.

Dinner was fabulous, although you barely thought about the food you were actually eating. You were slightly aware that your mother was bragging to the right side of the table about your upcoming wedding that you had done zero planning yourself for. All of her words, as well as the Viscount's, were just background noise to you though. For most of the dinner you had been discreetly looking to your left side to catch Lucius' eye throughout the meal. He was doing much the same, every time his gorgeous and piercing eyes met yours, you flushed with happiness and you exchanged stares of longing and small smiles throughout the meal. The candles throughout the greenhouse casting a beautiful glow off of his pale skin and hair; you wanted the man so badly, and all you wanted to do was get up from the table and run away to his Manor with him to be alone.

When he wasn't making eye contact with you, he was talking to the man next to him, the two of them often times in deep conversation. This was the same man you had seen him speak to at the garden party a week or two ago. It seemed as if this man was the only one of the ton who would actually speak to Lucius, besides yourself, and it angered you again to think that most of the ton barely spoke to Lucius, despite inviting him to their social gatherings. Lucius had been the only person to ever actually care about you, and now, after experiencing the pleasure that he gave to you, and the way he treated you so reverently, you couldn't wrap your head around why Lucius was treated so poorly amongst his peers.

Finally the dinner ended, and guests were invited for more champagne and to walk around the gardens which were beautifully lit with torches. Not even waiting for the Viscount to help you up out of your seat, you stood up from your chair, caught Lucius' eye briefly, and made your way out into the gardens.

The gardens were packed with the dinner guests, and you got annoyed a bit. Usually an empty garden was where you would meet Lucius, but since tonight the gardens were rather busy, you began to make your way to the empty home.

Sure enough, the house was completely empty, all of the guests and the servants out in the gardens enjoying the rest of the Spring evening. Only a few candles in the grand chandelier overhead were lit, and the house was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Maybe you had made a mistake thinking Lucius would know to go to the empty house instead of the gardens, but only after a few minutes of waiting in silence, you heard the sound of footsteps coming into the tiled entry way. Your heart brightened and you smiled happily seeing Lucius' tall body come into view, looking gorgeous as ever in a deep green suit, his hair pulled back, and his smoldering gaze devouring you as he made it over to you in 3 long strides of his long legs.

"I hoped you would know to find me here," you said breathlessly as you stepped in close to him, looking up at him with adoration.

"I know us," he smirked. "Where the people are, we go the opposite direction."

You laughed quietly, knowing it was true, and then Lucius quickly took your hand and led you to the right, going into the first door which led into a small but cozy study, the curtains were already luckily drawn and Lucius closed the door softly behind you both, not daring to make too much sound.

The moment the door was closed you practically grabbed Lucius, your hands finding your way to his broad shoulders, your body pressed up against his as you leaned in to kiss him as if your life depended on it. Lucius matched your own fervor, groaning out in apparent approval of your need for him, one of his hands gripping you behind your neck, the other gripping your waist hard, pressing you against him, before sliding his hand down to gently squeeze your bum in his hands.

As you both kissed, your tongues exploring the others', it felt as if your bodies were trying to melt into the others' with how intense you both were going at each other, as you both tried to keep your moans of pleasure to a quieter level.

After a bit you had to gasp for a breath of air, your forehead leaning against Lucius', both of your hands still gripping each other. It was extremely intense and your heart was racing and your head felt light headed, but you loved it. "I needed this so bad," you sighed out, "I need you," you said looking up into Lucius' eyes, almost as if pleading. Your core throbbed and clenched around nothing, and you wanted him to finally take you. "Please," you said in a whisper so quiet, it was almost meant for yourself. "I know darling," Lucius said breathing just as hard. His eyes closed briefly, as if thinking. "But it can't be here. I will have you in my bed, or nowhere at all," he practically growled.

Your thighs clenched together, hearing about his plan to finally bed you properly, and it didn't help that you felt his hard erection pressing up against you from where your bodies were currently so close together.

"I need you," you said again as you practically writhed against him. "And you'll have me angel," he soothed as one of his hands caressed your cheek, causing your eyes to flutter shut and your core to yet again throb in need. "It…it doesn't hurt…but my…it feels rather…" you couldn't bring yourself to say it, your cheeks hot with a blush. So instead you looked down as if indicating to your core, "I need more of you…"

Lucius seemed to know exactly what you were trying to say, "I know my love…I ache for you too," he said as his member throbbed in longing again at his own words. Yes that was the perfect word to describe what you felt. Aching.

You couldn't help but kiss him passionately, not only from having him confirm himself what you were feeling and always making you feel safe and comfortable to tell him anything, but because he had called you 'his love.' You knew it could just be a pet name, as he had a lot of those for you, but hearing him call you that did something else to you…did something to your heart. And it both amazed and terrified you to feel the things you were feeling right now for him. You both continued passionately kissing, the room itself growing warm with the heat that was radiating off of you both. You continued trying to writhe yourself against him, wanting to feel the hard length of his erection press up against your aching core, and without hesitation Lucius slightly put his leg between your legs so that you could rub up against his own upper thigh. You felt completely shameless in that moment as you rubbed on him, sighing out wantonly as his kisses went from your lips to the sensitive skin of your neck where he kissed and nipped, deep groans emanating from his chest at feeling you move on his leg.

"Yes sweet girl," he soothed, causing you to whimper.

"Lucius," you sighed out as you slowly halted your movements against him. If you didn't stop now you would embarrassingly come on his leg from humping him alone, although deep down you knew he would love that and encourage it. With a knowing smirk, Lucius kissed you tenderly one last time and took your hand to lead you over to a love seat that was across from a rich mahogany desk.

"Come here," he said as he sat down and opened his arms. You sighed out happily, your body still trying to calm down, and sat against him, your head and back leaning comfortably against his chest. Something so comforting, that you wanted nothing more than to have moments like these forever. A thought that caused your heart to pang again with a sadness you couldn't describe.

Sitting together, you both didn't have to say anything, being together was enough, but you wanted to know more about this amazing man and so you asked a few questions which had been on your mind.

"Who is that man that you often talk to?" You asked him, as you held his hand in yours and admired his rings as he began to talk to you.

"Ah that is Lord Valery, perhaps the only man to really speak to me since my return to the ton. He's 'new money,' so he doesn't quite care about the gossip and the ways of the old crowd…we often talk about different business ventures we could potentially invest in. It's good to have a partner in business again."

"Why though Lucius?" You asked as your hand grasped his own and brought it to your chest over your heart. "Why are the others so rude to you? You are the greatest man I have ever met…I don't understand…"

You heard Lucius sigh and he kissed the top of your head as if in appreciation. "Ah…I have felt shame to really talk about it…but you have confided in me and have trusted me so I will do the same…" he hesitated, as if embarrassed.

You turned around then so that you could look at him in the eyes, you wanted him to know you were there for him just as he was there for you. "You can tell me anything, Lucius" you said sincerely.

He brought your conjoined hands to his lips and kissed the top of your hand softly, a relieved small smile on his face. "The most painful time of my life happened about five or six years ago now. My wife, at the time, had been spending more and more of her days in France, staying at her family's countryside chateau, she had told me…" he said, his silver eyes growing a bit darker as he spoke about his past. "One such instance, I had decided that I would surprise her and spend the summer there myself…when I got to France and made it to her family's chateau they had looked at me rather confused and said she hadn't been there."

You looked at Lucius now, starting to understand where this story was going and it hurt your heart to see him have to recollect this.

He continued "I went immediately back to the Manor and waited for her next return. When she eventually came home, I confronted her…" his jaw clenched a bit, clearly trying to hold back his hurt. "She barely even hesitated before she admitted that she had taken a lover in France, and had been staying with him, not with her family…had she had decided her life back in France was better and more exciting….not that I could blame her however…after all we were a match put together because of our family's wants…we had never been in love, but I was fond of her and her of me," he sighed out, "or so I thought."

He paused a bit to contemplate more and then continued on. "The part that hurt the most though was that she demanded the divorce be kept secret and her affair. I understood her need for discretion, and being a man of my word, I honored her desire to keep things private, but you know the way of the ton…the way of gossip…when my wife disappeared without a trace, and with the divorce not being public, others started spreading nasty rumors. The worst being that I had killed my wife and that is why she was gone without a trace."

You shook your head out of anger. Your own mother had been gossiping about him when he had returned to society those few weeks ago…had mentioned something about his wife disappearing. Meanwhile, the real story was that he had been a gentleman and had covered up her affair and her betrayal. He was innocent in this whole scenario.

"I left for these past years because the rumors became too much and I lost more and more friends…or people I had once considered friends. No one had cared to even ask how I was…or what had really happened. I decided being alone and away from society would be better…and to be honest it was, but I knew I couldn't leave the Manor alone for any longer. I had a staff that depended on me and without being there it would fall into ruin. Plus I had heard of the newly appointed Lord Valery and not only saw a potential new business partner, but also possibly a new friend who wouldn't care about the gossip that the 'old money' liked to spew."

"But why do you keep getting invited to these society gatherings and balls, if they hate you so much?" You asked curiously, "Not that I mind of course, quite the contrary" you smiled.

Lucius smiled softly, but then grimaced, "Money of course," he said flatly. "These people…my people…will say that they hate me or don't trust me or invent stories about me, but they keep me around in case they need my money. The one thing that they cannot deny about me is that I am good at business and wealthy, and that is all that matters to them at the end of the day…and perhaps that was even how I felt at one point in my life, but after being betrayed and after being alone for so long, I realized that there are more important things in life," he said as he cupped your cheek sweetly again, as if he perhaps meant what you two were sharing.

"I'm so sorry Lucius…" was all you could think to say as you squeezed his hand which was still in your own. You couldn't even imagine the loneliness he must have felt.

"Don't be darling," he said squeezing your own hand back. "Meeting you has been…a rather pleasurable surprise since coming back, and one that makes it all the worth while," he said with a wicked smirk. "The moment I first saw you in that garden, I knew you were different, in the best way."

You smiled and blushed. You both did have an instant connection when you had met. You had both sought shelter away from the noise of society and you both never had fit in it seemed. "I've always felt different," you admitted. "But you saw me for the real me and never judged me for it."

"And you've never judged me," he said as his silver eyes shined brightly as he looked at you.

For a while the two of you just sat in silence, looking into each other's eyes, both of your souls feeling so light as you confided in each other and trusted in each other. Finally you spoke, having to tell him what you were feeling. "I've always dreamed of something like this," you said as you placed your hand on his hand which was still cupping your cheek sweetly.

Lucius smiled gorgeously, causing your heart to beat quicker. "I must admit darling, that I have never felt feelings like this before…" he said his brow furrowing a bit as he studied your face, mostly your eyes and lips. "I feel such a need and an intensity when I'm around you, it's intoxicating."

"Yes," you said your head nodding slightly in agreement, not able to help it as your head moved in so that your lips were just hovering over his.

Lucius moved the last inch closer to seal the kiss, his tongue immediately entering your mouth and ravishing you, causing your toes to curl in your shoes and your skin to tingle all over.

Despite having just had a more serious conversation, you couldn't help it as you fell back into the haze of passion and sexual tension, especially after hearing him tell you he had never had feelings like this before. It emboldened you and made you feel even deeper in your connection with the wonderful man.

You kissed Lucius back, trying to ravish him as much as he was doing to you. You moved on the loveseat then, so that you could straddle Lucius where he sat, your lips never leaving his as you boldly moved to how you wanted on top of him. You heard that sexy, deep moan in his chest that he did whenever you did something that particularly aroused him, and his hands immediately came to grab your bum where you sat on him. "Look at you, you wicked thing," he said with a smirk as he pulled away to look up into your eyes.

You couldn't help but smirk back, as your hands gripped his shoulders as your hips began moving on their own accord, rubbing your damp core against him, his manhood already starting to grow iron hard beneath you where you writhed on him.

"Mmmm," he groaned as you rubbed against him, the smirk never leaving his lips. "You know what you want don't you sweet girl?"

"Yes," you panted as your forehead rested against his own. "I want you so bad," you said breathlessly as your hips continued moving.

"And I you," he said deeply, his grip on your bum growing a bit tighter as he rubbed and massaged as you moved on him.

Your moans became louder and louder and you couldn't help the "please" that escaped from your lips desperately.

Lucius moved his hips up, causing delicious friction against your own movements, your eyes practically rolling back into your head. "You know I can't deny you when you plead with me my love," he said as one of his hands went from grasping your bum to gripping your thigh and then moving a bit higher up under the bunched up hem of your gown so that his fingers were hovering over your wet, heated core.

You were practically whimpering at this point, needing him so bad. "Tomorrow night," he said his silver eyes piercing into yours, his pupils blown with lust. "I promise."

"Lucius," was the last coherent thing you could say before you felt his fingers on your clit, and within seconds of him rubbing, you moved your head in so that your mouth could rest on his shoulders as you came hard, your moans luckily absorbing into where your mouth was on his shoulder so that your bliss was muffled. Your whole body was shuddering and you felt him throbbing beneath you where you straddled him, but ever the gentleman both of his hands were now rubbing soothing lines on your back as you calmed down from your orgasm.

You lifted your head up so that your forehead was now against his own, "Tomorrow," was all you could think to say, the only thought that swirled around in your lust addled brain.

"Tomorrow," his deep voice confirmed as he held you safely and securely and passionately in his arms.

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You had left the soiree from the night before feeling as if you were in a daydream, and you were sure Lucius did too. After his promise of 'tomorrow' you had parted ways with one last secret kiss and had both headed home to dream about the next day.

You did just that, and for the entire day it felt like your body was the flame of a candle, heated and alive, ready for what was to come. Even from the night before, it felt like your and Lucius' relationship had evolved again. He had opened up to you and revealed to you the pain and loneliness he had been experiencing in life, and although you knew that your relationship was pure passion and desire, you also felt as if it was becoming rather emotional and intimate in other ways. It felt like what a real relationship was supposed to feel like between two lovers, and despite your heart feeling like it wanted to shatter at the thought of marrying the old Viscount, you pushed that away to the back of your brain like you did every other time you thought about that. Something to deal with later…

You had kept to yourself the entire day, expertly avoiding your family, a skill you were getting rather good at, and when evening came around you dressed in one of your thin white nightgowns again and waited for the clocks to strike 10 o'clock. Your heart beat fast and hard with every chime of the clock as you carefully made your way out of your window, down the trellis, across the front garden and around the corner from your home, where sure enough, the elegant and sleek black carriage was waiting for you.

You barely remembered the carriage ride, you were so filled with anticipation, and before you knew it, the carriage was pulling up to the long drive that led straight to Lord Malfoy's Manor. If you were being honest, this place was beginning to feel more and more like the place you felt truly at home; not only because of the nightly pleasure you received here by it's master, but because here you could truly be yourself, no one to ever judge you for anything.

As you had done the last time you were here, you could barely wait for the coachman to open the door before you were already practically flying out of the carriage and up the front steps to the Manor. And as always, Lucius had the door open before you could even knock and his eyes were already molten silver, his pupils large and filled with lust, his gorgeous hair undone and slightly wild.

Immediately grabbing you by the hand, he brought you inside, closed the doors, and then pressed you close into his body, crashing his lips on yours as he kissed you like a man starved. Your own hands gripped to the thin fabric of his white shirt as you kissed him back, and you couldn't help the small moans and whimpers that came from your mouth as you kissed him and tasted him and realized that you were so close to what you desired most in life. So close to getting that favor you had asked of him.

For a while you both kissed passionately in the grand entry hall of his Manor, the only sounds to be heard were the two of you slightly sighing and moaning in bliss, but soon Lucius pulled his lips from yours, breathing hard, and he looked down at you, his eyes searing into yours. "Waiting a day seemed like years," he said as his eyes raked over you in pure longing.

"I know," you said just as breathlessly as your eyes took him in too; the way his strong body towered over you, the way his skin was already flushed with desire, and the way that his silver eyes popped against the paleness of his porcelain skin and hair. He was divine.

You noticed as well the white button up shirt he had been wearing was slightly unbuttoned at his chest, and the smooth skin there looked so gorgeous you leaned in to place your mouth on his bared chest, kissing softly and running your tongue a bit on the smooth skin. You felt his skin prickle with gooseflesh under your tongue and you felt his body shudder slightly as you heard a low deep groan in his chest. You adored when he made that noise and enjoyed even more as he softly said "angel," which caused your heart to flutter in adoration for him.

You soon felt his hand cup the back of your neck and his other hand grip your hip a bit forcefully which had your core throbbing at the slight domination.

"Come with me darling," he said, causing you to stop kissing his chest and look up into his eyes with your own hooded ones, "I need to have you," he said taking your hand in his as he began leading you up the stairs towards his bedroom, "Properly at last."

The heat that pooled in your core was all consuming and the aching that you felt in your inner walls was at an all time high. You needed him completely, and now it was going to happen. Finally. Every step up the stairs and towards his bedroom, your legs slightly shook with a bit of nervousness and a lot of anticipation. The nerves weren't so much a bad feeling, but now that it was finally going to happen, your body and mind were in overdrive and your head couldn't stop spinning, wondering how it would be and how you would feel…and how would he feel too?

But as soon as you stepped into his bedroom, and saw the warm, comforting crackle of the romantic fire in the fireplace, the plush cushions of his epic bed and then the look of reverence and passion in his eyes as he turned to look at you, everything you were feeling seemed to go away except for the complete feeling of certainty. You were certain this was what you needed and you knew it would be the best experience of your life. The gorgeous man stepped in close to you, looking down at you with his own complete certainty, but ever the gentleman, he asked one more time "Are you sure about this darling?"

You smiled sweetly up at him, your heart wanting to burst out of your chest from how much he meant to you in this moment, "Yes. I've never been more certain about anything," you confirmed with him, which caused him to smile softly and bring his hand up to your cheek to touch it and caress it lightly.

You reached your own hand up to hold his own which was on your cheek, as you leaned your head into his touch, your pretty eyes looking up at him as you both stared at each other for a brief moment.

With piercing silver eyes, Lucius' hand dropped from your cheek to caress your neck and your collar bone before his long fingers landed on the bow that tied the top of your nightgown together. Still looking into your eyes, Lucius pulled on the thin ribbon, letting it open up and then he brought his hands to your shoulders to guide the nightgown down your arms so that it fell to the floor, leaving you bare before him. His eyes took their fill of you, his jaw clenching in the sexiest of ways as his gaze took you in, his expression almost as if he wanted to devour you. And you would let him if he wanted. You knew he couldn't help it then, as his hands came to your breasts to cup them tenderly, squeezing lightly as his thumbs rubbed over your nipples, causing them to harden and your head to fall back slightly as your eyes closed as you enjoyed the sensations. Your skin pebbled into gooseflesh as you also then felt his warm lips lean in to kiss your neck. The feelings of his hands caressing your breasts and his lips caressing your neck only added more fuel to the fire of longing in you that you had for him. You couldn't help the sigh that escaped your lips as you moaned "Lucius," breathlessly, your core aching so badly you needing him like nothing else in the world.

"Are you ready for me sweet girl?" His deep, husky voice moaned against your neck where his lips were.

"Yes. Please," you practically begged.

With a deep groan emanating from his chest, Lucius kissed your neck one last time, and then stepped back from you so that he could begin to remove his shirt, which he deftly did in one movement, and then his long fingers went to the black buttons of his pants to begin removing them, his eyes never leaving yours as he noticed your own eyes taking in the strong form of his upper body and then looking down to where his fingers currently were. You couldn't help but bite your lower lip in anticipation to see him fully bare, and of course when his pants finally came off, you were not disappointed as usual.

His body was so perfect, it was as if it was carved from marble by the Gods. His form was lean, but still muscular, his skin so perfectly porcelain but flushed in all the right places, including his long, hard member which was standing proudly and fully erect and it was a stunning sight. Although you did slightly wonder how that was going to fit in you and your heart beat a bit more quickly at the thought.

You swallowed hard and then stepped in forward, his body like a magnet to your own. It felt divine when you pressed your own bare flesh against his own, the skin to skin contact so intimate you felt like you wanted to do nothing more than melt into this man's own body, a feeling which just proved how close you felt to him now.

Lucius moaned deep in his chest again as he held you against him tightly, his cock twitching slightly as it was pressed between your warm skin and his and one of his hands came to hold you on your bottom as he held and squeezed it sightly, his other hand dipping between you both briefly to trace along your slit. You had already been incredibly wet for him, but you heard Lucius' moan of approval at your evident arousal and your inside walls clenched.

"So ready for me," he moaned as he placed one last kiss on your forehead and then led you over to the bed where he motioned for you to gently lay amongst the soft green cushions.

You obeyed, and your legs instinctively opened, as if immediately knowing what was to happen, and your breath began getting a bit quicker as Lucius joined you on the bed, his body coming to be over your own, your eyes looking up at him with such trust and adoration. You knew Lucius took this extremely seriously and the way he looked at you made your heart thump strongly in your chest.
"God, you're so beautiful," Lucius said as he reached one of his hands down between your legs again to gather your slick onto his fingers as he then rubbed it over his cock which was hovering just above your entrance. The sight alone of him getting ready to take you practically made you swoon.

Again he reached his hand between your legs rubbing sensually along your slit and circling your sensitive clit, but then one of his long fingers pushed inside of you, causing your back to arch and you to let out a moan. He hadn't ever actually put his fingers inside you until this point, probably waiting for this exact night when he would take your virginity. His thumb still made soothing circles over your clit as he pumped his index finger in and out of you slowly, testing how you would react.

His jaw was clenched, a tell tale sign that you knew he was extraordinarily aroused, and his silver gaze pierced your own as he spoke, "You're so incredibly tight angel," he practically moaned as he removed his finger and rubbed your slick over his cock again, which you noticed was already leaking with its own lubricant.

"Lucius," you panted, practically going insane with the anticipation and arousal.

"I know my love," was the last thing he said before he guided his large cock to your core and began to push into you so slowly and carefully, his eyes never leaving your own with each slow inch forward into you.

You never knew you would feel something quite like what you were feeling in that moment. Being stretched out to the brink with a quick but minor soreness occurring, but then feeling so incredibly full and warm and trusting a man so completely that it felt like you would fall off of a precipice if it wasn't for his strong, gorgeous body supporting you. It was overwhelming, and your eyes began to start watering with all of the emotions you were feeling and you momentarily forgot to breath.

"You're doing so well angel," Lucius said breathlessly as his cock was still entering slowly into you, his jaw still clenched, as he clearly was trying to hold back from moving too quickly as he stretched you out.

Noticing your watering eyes then, he quickly stopped his movement into you, "Is it too much love," he asked with concern as he sweetly kissed your cheek.

You shook your head breathlessly. "No…no," you panted slightly. "I need more…I need it all," you confirmed.

With a soft smile, Lucius kissed your lips softly and thrust the last few inches in, causing you to whimper a bit in pleasure and pain. He was finally bottomed out and his hips were flush with yours. He was fully seated in you. Finally.

You took a breath then, as your hands gripped his shoulders, feeling the lithe muscle underneath your hands. And then you began to feel him move within you. His thrusts were very slight, not wanting to cause too much movement or friction just yet, but you were surprised at how fast it became the best feeling you had ever felt in the world.

Feeling you fully relax under him, Lucius' speed picked up a bit, and his piercing eyes were looking into yours, taking in the way your face was flushed, and your lips now open as you were moaning out with the pleasurable feelings you were now experiencing. "Does it feel good love?" He asked you, his silver eyes molten with arousal.

"Yes," was all you could moan out as your eyes shut tight against the pleasure. "I never knew it could be like this," you admitted, as he thrust into you ever more passionately.

Truly you had never known it would be like this, especially being brought up to believe that you didn't marry or copulate for love, and thinking it was just a marital duty. Never in your wildest dreams did you think lying with a man could be like this. The passion, the pleasure and the bliss that you were feeling.

"I didn't either," Lucius said, as he too was beginning to moan louder and louder as his pace picked up, not holding back completely anymore.

Your heart beat at his last words…hearing his admission. What did he mean by that? Surely he had been a man with sexual experience before. What about it this time could be different to him? Whatever he meant by it, it made you feel even more treasured and revered by him and it made your heart beat with longing towards this amazing man, never wanting to lose this feeling. Your eyes began to water again as you thought this, but soon your mind was reeling as he then put one of his hands on your left thigh and slightly lifted your leg so that it wrapped around his hip as he thrust into you, the angle that it created causing him to go even deeper as he began to hit an extremely sensitive spot within you.

"Lucius!" You practically screamed as your inside walls began to grip his cock, wanting him as deep as he could go as he continued hitting that special spot he had found within you.

"Yes my love…God you are so tight…so perfect," he said as his forehead rested against your own, his hips never faltering in their pace.

You couldn't help but writhe against him at his words of praise, your hips coming up to meet his own thrusts. Lucius immediately reacting in the best of ways at your movements matching your own. "Oh you good girl," he praised you again, which caused your inside walls to flutter.

"Lucius" you moaned out again, the only coherent thought in your brain as your senses consumed every aspect of his being. You couldn't believe it was going to happen, but you knew that with a few more thrusts of his cock against the spot he was hitting you would be falling over the edge into an extremely intense orgasm. Something you hadn't even thought would be possible. "I feel like I'm going to…I'm going to…"

"Yes my love. Are you going to come for me? You're such a good girl," he said as his thrusts became slightly messy, but hitting your pleasure spot all the same. He knew exactly what he was doing. He had sensed you loved his praises and he knew that continuing that would cause you to fall over the edge.

Finally you couldn't hold back anymore, your back arched, your brows furrowed, and you cried out into the room Lucius' name over and over again as your inside walls fluttered and clenched around his perfect cock as you came. The feeling of orgasming while his thick length filled you was an entirely new experience and one that you would never forget…one that you didn't ever want to let go of.

As your core clenched on him, you knew Lucius was all-consumed by his own pleasure at seeing you have so much pleasure of your own because of him. Your core clenched again as you heard him moan out "fuck," as he watched you come, all sense of propriety leaving him. You adored it. He seemed to know exactly what to do to extend your orgasm to last the longest, his thrusts not slowing down at all, his hips so flush against yours that your clit was getting rubbed as well, which made your orgasm last so long, your vision began to get a bit fuzzy around the edges as your brain tried to comprehend your feelings.

His grip that was holding your thigh up was only getting stronger, and you were quite certain that you would most likely have bruises afterwards, but you adored it, and you adored even more watching him slowly lose more and more of his strength to hold back as his thrusts became ever more erratic and fast, his moans of pleasure as your name escaped his lips becoming more and more intense.

One of your hands moved from gripping his shoulder to then running through his soft platinum hair causing his eyes to flutter shut tightly. "My love," he moaned as he leaned in to kiss you as his thrusts continued. "Are you ready for me?" He asked breathlessly, as you knew his orgasm was about to hit him strongly.

"Yes, I need you," you moaned as you felt him thrust into you three more times so intensely and so deep, you felt like the air was pushed out of you completely. Those four words were all it took for Lucius to practically roar out into the room as he filled you with his warm essence, his hips stilling as he released into you, his lips attacking yours with a passion and a warmth that seared your very soul as his moans transferred into your own mouth where he kissed you.
For a while, he stayed still and on top of you as you both kissed passionately, both of your breathing hard and labored with the exertions of what you had both just experienced together. But soon enough, with one last kiss to your lips, Lucius pulled slowly out of you, both of you sighing out with the immediate loss of warmth, and you realized that you already missed the feeling of fullness and completion that he provided you.

Now that Lucius had fulfilled his promise to you, and the deed was complete, you began to feel an overwhelming sense of despair. You didn't want this to end. You couldn't fathom this ever ending. You wanted more. You needed more. Only from him.

"Come here," you heard Lucius say deeply to the side of you, breaking you out of your trance as you began to spiral.

Turning to look at him, your heart lightened as you saw his arms open wide for you, indicating he wanted to hold you in his arms as you both came down from your highs. Immediately you obliged him, fitting your body into his as you cuddled against his warm, comforting chest, his arms coming to wrap around you in an embrace as his fingers began to stroke up and down your back sweetly.

You didn't know what you had expected after you had both laid together. You had slightly thought he would kiss you one last time and send you on your way. But the notion of him wanting to hold you afterwards and make sure you were comforted and happy was everything and your heart beat strongly as you felt his beating just as strongly in his own chest in time with yours.

"How do you feel?" Lucius asked dreamily, as his lips pressed a soft kiss on your head.

"It's even more perfect that I ever could have imagined…" you said truthfully as you closed your eyes and basked in all of the beautiful feelings.

Although you couldn't see his expression you knew Lucius was smiling softly. Basking in that same warmth you were currently in. "I feel much the same," he admitted.

You lay together for what seemed like an age. Your body feeling so perfectly numb in the best of ways. You felt your eyes getting heavy with tiredness from the amount of pleasure you had experienced and you knew you would most likely have to leave soon, otherwise you would never make it home before the sun rose. But for some reason you couldn't muster the strength in you to move. It was too perfect here with Lucius. You felt free and loved and respected. It was like he was the missing puzzle piece to your own. You knew in that moment then that Lucius had been right from what he had said when you first asked him this favor and he said he would 'ruin you.' He had ruined you. Not your reputation or your name in society as he had meant. No he had ruined you from anyone else. He was the one you wanted. Always and forever. That was the only thought that swirled around and around in your mind before your eyes closed, finally succumbing to the warmth and comfort of laying in Lucius' arms as you fell asleep. Sunrise and reputation be damned.

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Note from author: added in a bit more dominating side of Lucius for a guest comment on the last chapter (Lena!). Hopefully more in the future too! Hope you like it and I am always open to requests for things :)

You don't know for how long you slept cuddled up against Lucius' perfect body but you awoke at some point in the very early morning, the sun not even risen yet, the fire in the fireplace just a low burn of reddish-orange, and the feeling of Lucius holding you as steadfast as he had been when your eyes had closed and you had slept peacefully. Seeming to sense you had awoken, Lucius held you tighter against his body, the hand that was around you rubbing up and down your soft, sensitive skin, causing you to mewl and moan softly at his touch. You never wanted to leave his bed. If you could stay like this forever, you'd be the happiest woman in the world.

You felt him kiss the top of your head as his hands continued stroking you, your left leg was draped over him and so his other hand came to grab your thigh a bit roughly, bringing you as close into his body as he could get you. You couldn't help then but writhe against him in desire, your body already enflamed with longing for him and you immediately noticed he was much the same, as his cock was already hard for you.

Your heart beat fast, not only because you desperately wanted this man again, but also because seeing him want you as equally made your heart feel so light. You had been somewhat worried that when he had taken you for the first time, he would politely excuse you and go back to his life, but you should have known when he had asked to hold you in his arms after, that that wasn't the case at all; and perhaps this man felt even an ounce of what you were feeling for him…something you were almost scared to admit. You had gone down a forbidden road, and now that you were on it, you never wanted to turn back or get off of it.

Without even a second thought, your small delicate hand grasped his length and began pumping him with a slow but firm grip. A low, deep moan emanated from his chest and he turned his head so that he could capture your lips with his own, his moans causing delicious vibrations to be felt against your own lips as you pumped him.

You couldn't help but writhe and grind on him, your bare core grinding against one of his legs as he held you, and you could feel his lips smirking from where you were currently kissing him, and the hand he had that was gripping your thigh moved up to grab your bum rather roughly, pressing your core even more intensely against his leg where you were grinding on him. You came up for air from kissing him, and looked into his eyes which were inches away from your own and you could see the burning, molten silver passion in them, and his sculpted jaw was clenched gorgeously as he took you in grinding on him and stroking his long, hard length.

In the lowest, deep and husky voice he said "Turn over onto your side my love. Now," causing you to break out into gooseflesh at hearing his command and knowing what he was about to do.

Wasting no more time, as you needed this man more than air itself, you turned over so that your back faced him, and you felt his delicious lips kiss your shoulder softly and then felt the amazing feeling of his iron hard length at your entrance, teasing it slightly as he rubbed your slick over his cock, and then quite suddenly, he pushed in so hard and completely it took your breath away. "Ahhh!" You cried out at the shock of being filled so fully for only the second time in your life.

A deep groan emanated from Lucius as he stayed still inside of you after his first initial hard thrust in, but again he kissed your shoulder sweetly and began moving inside of you, the feeling so divine at this angle that you could barely think, and the contrast between his sweet kisses on your shoulder and neck compared to the hard, demanding grip he had on your hip as he moved inside of you was making you go insane in the best way possible. You loved how sweet and gentle Lucius was with you, but you could sometimes feel that he had a more dominating side within him, just waiting to be released, and for some reason that caused your inside walls to clench around him in desire, thinking about all of the things he could do to your petit body.

"Look at you," he said deeply and seductively, causing you to open your eyes and realize what he meant. You hadn't realized before, but on the far side of the wall you faced there was a large and spectacularly gilded mirror where you had a perfect sight of him behind you, thrusting into you, your body on full display for both of you to see, his silver eyes meeting yours in the mirror with rapt attention and longing. "So stunning," he said to you in the mirror, causing your cheeks to flush at his praise.

You couldn't take your eyes off of the sight, and neither could he, and you both stared at the stunning pair that you made while he entered you in and out in a steady and dominant pace, his fingers almost pure white from how tightly he was gripping your hip. "Lucius," you moaned as your inner walls clenched around him, wanting him even deeper, wanting him to never leave where he fit perfectly inside of you.

"Yes darling," he moaned as he placed more warm kisses to your shoulder and neck, his eyes never leaving your own in the mirror as he did so. He was so handsome it was almost unimaginable.

"Lucius," you moaned out again, the only coherent thought in your brain.

"I'm here love, I got you," he said as he thrust into you even harder, causing your head to slightly fall back. His hand that was gripping your hip moved to the front of your body to slip in between your legs to begin massaging your sensitive clit which made your moaning even louder.

You couldn't help but lift your leg up and bend it slightly at the knee so that you could give him better access to rubbing your clit and the slight movement gave you an incredible view in the mirror as your cunt was now on full display for both of you to see, and for both of you to see his manhood sliding in and out of you, the length of it never seeming to end as he thrust in and out. "Oh yes, look at that gorgeous cunt of yours," he said as he now had two of his long fingers strumming your clit in perfect movement with the thrust of his hips.

You moaned yet even louder, and Lucius could surely feel by the fluttering of your inner walls as you approached your orgasm, and sure enough he confirmed it by whispering huskily in your ear, "Yes my sweet girl, you're going to come for me aren't you?"

"Yes, yes," you moaned as your cheeks flushed even more deeply pink as the feeling built up and up, the feeling of his fingers on your clit and his cock in you becoming overly sensitive as you were about to fall over the edge.

Your hips began thrusting on their own accord, meeting his thrusts with your own, your body not in control of itself anymore and you immediately fell over the edge at hearing Lucius mutter fuck under his breath and then promptly commanded you to "come."

Obeying him at once, you came, and came hard. His fingers strumming against you were relentless as your body spasmed against him, your body writhing on him as your inside walls clenched and milked his cock, until finally you heard him let out a roar as you then felt him as coat your insides with his release.

Despite being in the midst of your own throws of passion you were mesmerized at the site of Lucius' reflection in the mirror as he came, his head slightly thrown back, his eyes tight, the muscles of his arms, chest and neck straining, it was all practically too much to take in, and it would forever be a sight burned into your memory and also a feeling burned into your body. Him and him alone. The act of coming together as you had was something you knew no one else would be able to bring you to again. Only him.

You both lay still for quite a few moments as you came down from your orgasms, Lucius peppering a few soft kisses on your shoulder once again, as both of you breathed hard trying to catch your breath, both of your bodies feeling as if they had died and come back to life in the best of ways.

All too soon though, he slid out of you with a sigh, and got himself off of the bed. His gorgeous body was slightly shining with a layer of perspiration, and he was stunning, his cock still half hard, and you couldn't help but just lay there and admire him as you watched him go over to one of his armoires to bring out what looked like a towel and also a small vial of liquid.

Coming back into bed, you immediately adored how Lucius cleaned you up a bit between the legs, a soft smile on his face as he admired your naked form and how you let him do with you whatever he wanted. Him taking care of you like this made your heart feel like it could explode. After he did that, he handed you the vial of liquid.

"What's this?" You asked, your throat a bit hoarse from all the moaning you had been doing just moments before.

"It will ensure you don't become with child," he said looking down humbly.

"Oh," you said, surprised he had the forethought to even think about something like that. You were slightly surprised at your own self that you hadn't even taken that into consideration, making you feel slightly foolish. Thank goodness Lucius was nothing but thoughtful when it came to you. "Yes, of course. How foolish of me," you said.

"Not at all darling," he said as he cupped your cheek briefly with his hand. "But I'm sorry to say it won't taste all that nice and your stomach might hurt for the rest of the day…" he said grimacing slightly, clearly feeling bad he was the cause of your discomfort the rest of the day.

"No, no, don't be sorry…" you said uncorking the bottle and then drinking the liquid in one full sip, the taste so bitter and yet astringent it made your mouth pucker. "I should have thought about this on my own."

"It's no bother my love," he said, taking the vial from you and putting it on his bed side table.

You saw his beautiful silver eyes look over to the curtains, where the darkness of the night was beginning to fade into a deep grey…dawn was coming.

You stood up, your core achingly sore, but a feeling in which you adored as it reminded you of last night and what just happened mere moments before, and you knew you had to go back home, your heart absolutely sinking. This couldn't be it…and your eyes started to well up with tears and so you avoided eye contact with Lucius as you slowly put on your nightgown and cloak.

Finally you turned to face Lucius, and saw that his face also had a pained look upon it, his eyes staring at you so intensely.

You couldn't help it as the next words fell out of your mouth, "Is this it?" The tears welling back up immediately.

Lucius instantly reached his hand up to cup your cheek and rub sweetly with his thumb in a comforting way, "Do you want it to be?" He asked in a saddened, deep voice.

"No," was the immediate word that fell from your mouth. "Never…" you admitted.

Lucius seemed to let out a breath that he had been holding, as if hearing you say that was just as relieving as it had been for you to admit. "Then come to me again tonight," he said, his silver eyes piercing yours. You nodded your head, your heart beating fast, just knowing you still had more to look forward to with him. Although deep in your heart, there was a ticking clock of doom…you were to be married in a bit over a week's time. There had to be something that could be done. There just had to be. You had just been introduced to the life you had always dreamed of with someone, and you couldn't give that up now.

And so Lucius led you outside to the carriage that was waiting to take you back home. You would have only but an hour to arrive back before dawn truly arrived and so he kissed you briefly but with all of the passion in the world until you were out of breath from the feeling of it.

"Thank you Lucius," you said as you looked at him with adoration. You had never meant it more. He had fulfilled his promise to you and more. What he had done for you was such a gift, especially as women in the ton rarely had a say in anything that happened to them or their bodies. He had been everything you had dreamt of and more.

Lucius bowed gallantly and placed one last chaste kiss on the top of your hand, and finally the carriage pulled away, taking you back to reality as your heart dropped more and more as you felt your dream slip away.

You had somehow managed to get back into your home without being detected despite it being practically dawn; the maid servants and the cooks already bustling about getting ready for the day before the family of the grand home could awaken. You, yourself, had fallen into a deep sleep, entirely exhausted. Your body sore but completely at peace, but your mind raging with anxiety about how you were going to get out of this damned engagement to the Viscount. At around noon, you heard a few loud knocks at your door and the shrill sound of your mother barging in to wake you out of your slumber. "Still asleep?! At this hour? Are you quite unwell?" She asked as she opened the curtains of your bedroom, letting in the blinding sun.

You groaned, annoyed, and rolled over trying to block her out by any means possible. "Wake up! We have your wedding dress fitting today at the seamstress'!" She fussed. Your heart sank even lower, if that was even possible. Tears immediately welled in your eyes.

"I think I am unwell," you mumbled into your blankets as you shut your eyes tight, trying to block out everything. The only thing currently holding you together from completely breaking down was the slight scent of Lucius still on your body and nightgown, and so you breathed in deep just trying to focus on that.

Your mother huffed, and without even looking at her, you knew she was probably staring you down, her hands on her hips and an annoyed expression on her face.

"Well then…I'll just have to have the seamstress come to the house then," she said, her voice indicating she thought she was so clever at finding a solution.

Just hearing her smugness and the fact that you had to get up and get fitted for a dress that you would rather see be burned in a fire, caused a few hot tears to stream down your cheeks. You tried to breath in more of the lingering scent of Lucius but even that wasn't enough to calm you down. If anything it almost hurt your heart more.

And so after a few hours, you had managed to drag yourself out of bed and into the grand salon where the seamstress was waiting to fit you for your gown. You refused to make eye contact with your mother, who was too busy fussing over the gown anyways. It wasn't necessarily an ugly gown, it was of the latest style and in a pretty shiny white fabric with delicate crystals and floral lace, but just the thought of it on your body and wearing it to a wedding to a man who was absolutely disgusting to you, made you want to tear the dress to bits and never set eyes on it again.

"Just lovely," your mother said as she circled you as you were being fitted into the gown. "Didn't I do such a lovely job picking this fabric?" Your mother bragged as she complimented herself.

You refused to answer her and your eyes just stared ahead, dead and cold and unfeeling, and you caught the seamstress' eye in the mirror and noticed she gave you a sympathetic look. Even she could see how miserable the situation was, and your eyes softened a bit in the mirror at her, seeing the camaraderie that you had, even if it was silent.

Your mother, oblivious to the situation, kept fawning over the fact that in about a bit over a week's time you would be wearing this dress, walking down the aisle to finally be married. As she kept going and going, the more and more you tuned her out until the sounds around you just became an annoying ringing in your ears, until finally the seamstress unpinned you and you were free to leave the room. You were so numb by this point.

After the fitting, you spent the rest of your day in your room, crying in bed and just thinking. Thinking about what horrors would await you if you didn't think of a way to stop this wedding, thinking about how free and alive and amazing you felt with Lucius, thinking about how you could never let that feeling go, and thinking about later that evening and being held by Lucius. The only thing that was keeping you going at the moment.

And so, despite having red eyes, cheeks and nose from crying all day, the moment finally came where you snuck out of your room, and down to where the carriage was waiting for you. The carriage that would take you back to your happiness and freedom. You ran as fast as you could and the sight of the opulent black carriage sent a jolt of happiness straight to your heart.

The carriage ride seemed to go by slowly this time, as you were impatient to finally see Lucius even though you had just seen him this morning, and as soon as it pulled up to the now familiar grand manor, you practically leapt out of the carriage and up to the front doors. You didn't even bother knocking, you just opened the doors and ran into the grand foyer to see Lucius walking quickly down the stairs and practically running over to you himself, catching you in his arms as you flung yourself into him. You needed him so badly it was taking over your entire being; his touch, his scent his presence. Everything.

Lucius seemed much the same as he caught you in his arms, his face so serious but determined, the furrow in his brow indicating he had felt perhaps the same emotions you had been feeling during the day. He immediately then began to bury his face into your neck,
kissing you and breathing you in as his arms held you so tight against him that you wouldn't be able to break free even if you had wanted to. You couldn't help it then, as the emotions were so high, but tears were starting to stream down your cheeks as you held him and as you kissed him with everything you had.

One of his hands came to caress through your hair the other still holding your waist tightly as he kissed you back with equal fervor. You noticed he was walking you both back so that soon your back was pressed up against one of the marble walls. You barely even noticed as Lucius began to move the hem of your nightgown up so that it was bunched around your waist and then he lifted you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist as he supported you between himself and the wall. You knew immediately what was coming and your mind was solely focused on this gorgeous man as you heard him undo the fastenings of his slacks letting them fall the floor around him, and then finally felt him press into you hard and fast as he began to take you against the wall.

"Lucius!" You cried out as he pounded into you. There was nothing gentle about it, nothing like he normally was, and despite still being slightly sore from your first time from the night before, it felt so good since you could feel every emotion you both had been feeling passing through him and into you.

The marble was cold against your back, but the heat of his body in front of you was like an inferno as he thrust in and out of you, his strong arms and hands holding you by the bum, his lips on your own tasting you and taking you in as he seemed to take you like it was his last night on Earth.

You felt equally how he was; the longing and the desperation and the knowledge of what was looming over you both. He clearly never wanted this to end, just like you, and the feeling that had been growing in your heart, the one you hadn't wanted to admit until now finally made itself completely known. You loved this man. And the way he was taking you, the way he was ravishing your body with not only his lips and manhood but also with his care and emotions, you were perhaps certain he felt it too.

It didn't last as long as it normally did between you two, perhaps the emotions were too much, and despite you feeling divine as he pounded into you, your hands clutching to his shoulders and your moans of pleasure echoing off of the marble walls, he moaned loudly and buried his face into your neck as he came hard. You felt the warmth of his essence fill you up, and the feeling of being as one with him made more tears fall down your cheeks in happiness, completion and also despair.

You were both breathing hard, and after a bit, Lucius lowered you gently back down so that your feet were now on the ground, but your body was still tightly pressed between him and the wall, his essence dripping down your thigh and leg, a glorious reminder of what just happened. Lucius rested his forehead against your own and swallowed hard, and you sensed he wanted to say something. And he did.

"I'm sorry darling…I needed to have you right then and there…I…I was desperate to have you back all day," he said as he swallowed again. Clearly he was feeling so many emotions, as you had been.

"I know," you breathed out hard. "I needed you so badly." You said as your fingers reached up to his shoulders and then to slightly run through his shining hair.

You had to continue though. To tell him what you had been feeling. "Lucius I…I don't want this to ever end…I…" you wanted to tell him how you truly felt, but you were slightly afraid to ruin anything and so you didn't fully voice it.

"Me too," Lucius said huskily, his breath still coming out hard as his hands caressed you everywhere they could reach.

"I can't…" you said, finally pulling back a bit so that you could look him fully in the eyes. "I can't marry that vile Viscount."

Lucius breathed out a shaky breath. "I can't bear the thought of you with that man…of you with any other man…" he admitted, his eyes piercing into your own, his brow still furrowed with emotion. "I never knew that when I agreed to this that I would feel this way but…I just…I can't bear it my darling."

Your heart beat fast at his admission and it made you love him even more. "Lucius," was all you could say for an age as you just stared at each other, so many unspoken words passing between you both.

Finally you spoke, "What am I going to do…how can I stop this wedding?"

The silver in Lucius' eyes flashed and his expression became one of determination, "I will find a way my love. I promise. You won't be alone. Never again," he promised.

Tears of joy flowed down your cheeks and you couldn't think of anything else to do in that moment but hold him and kiss him, and after a bit, you looked back into his eyes, his expression expectant, as if he knew what was coming next. "I love you," you said, as your entire existence became clear and cemented in your heart.

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Author note: Added in some more fluff from a request from Olivia from the last chapter! I hope you like it! :) 

Lucius' silver eyes alone portrayed so many emotions at hearing you utter those three words. They seemed to stare straight into your soul as he took in what you had said and he seemed to breath out a breath that he had been holding; as if every stress of the world was coming off of his shoulders at once. Tenderly, he cupped your face in both of his hands, causing you to only look directly into his eyes as he spoke, "Oh darling, I love you too," he said as he leaned in to kiss you so intensely, it felt like your heart was melting out of your chest and into his own to combine as one. "I knew that night I met you in that garden that you were different, in the best way, but never did I realize I'd find the woman that I love."

Hearing him repeat the words back to you and his admission was everything. You never knew in your wildest dreams that you would ever find love, let alone a love that was so passionate that it completely dominated any romance you could ever read about in your novels. A love like this was rare amongst high society, and now that you had it, you would never let it go.

A few more happy tears fell down your cheeks, which Lucius immediately wiped away with his thumbs, and then he held you tightly against his body, your head resting against his chest as he held you, his heart beat strong and beautiful in your ear. You felt him kiss the top of your head and whisper "angel" as he continued holding you for what felt like an age. Soon, with one last kiss, he released you, did up the fastenings of his trousers, which had still been undone after your intense coupling, and then took you by the hand to silently lead you upstairs. However, this time he didn't lead you directly to his bedroom like he normally did, he led you to the most grand and stunning library you had ever seen in a home. There was already a crackling fire going in the epic fireplace and the golden glow of it, and the glow of a large chandelier above, cast all of the book shelves, books and plush chairs in a comfortable golden hue. Even if you lived a hundred years, you didn't think you'd ever be able to read all of the books that were in the library. You could spend forever in here and never leave.

"Lucius, this is amazing," you breathed out as you ran your hand over some gorgeous, leather-bound books that had Latin on the spines.

"I'm sorry for not showing it to your earlier," he said, his eyes glimmering as he noticed your shock and awe, "However, we've been…preoccupied normally," he smirked. "I hope you can make use of this place one day. One day soon." You smiled softly back, so in love with this man, and Lucius took your hand once more and led you over to a plush, red velvet couch in front of the fireplace. Your eyes were still taking in your incredible surroundings, and then finally you turned to your left where Lucius sat beside you and you noticed he had been looking at you the entire time with nothing but adoration on his face as he admired you. "You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world, to have your love," he said, causing your heart to throb for him.

"Im the lucky one," you said as you held his warm hand in your own. "You've done so much for me. Granted me my…favor…, taught me so much about passion and pleasure, protected me, cared for me, understood me…you're everything I had ever dreamed of Lucius."

You could tell your words touched him more than anything, as his silver eyes sparkled with wetness, almost as if he could shed a tear. Or perhaps it was just the glow of the fire reflecting in his beautiful eyes.

And despite being on a high of incredible feelings, the words that Lucius had said mere minutes before echoed in your mind, 'I will find a way. I promise.' A promise from him to find a way to stop your wedding to the horrible Viscount.

"How can we stop the wedding though?' You said, becoming a bit worried again despite having all faith in Lucius. "Do we run away?"

You were quite serious too, since you couldn't comprehend another way out..for either of you.

Lucius seemed to slightly laugh at the mere notion at running away, although the slight gleam in his eye made you think that he wouldn't much mind that at all actually. However he spoke.

"I've already had a thought run through my mind…but…" he said but then looked down, as if concerned to iterate further.

"What is it Lucius?" You said holding his hand a bit tighter, letting him know it was okay to speak his mind. That you would still love him no matter what.

"It's only that…I worry about what you might think of me…of my character…" he said as his eyes looked away and into the fireplace as if pondering.

You couldn't understand what he was thinking that could make you question his character. He was nothing but the gentleman and a good man.

"Tell me," you said gripping his hand a bit harder and rubbing comforting, light touches with your thumb.

He breathed out a sigh, "Well, I knew it wasn't a concern about money. I have enough money to provide for you even more than the Viscount can. The concern is my reputation…" he said, his eyes becoming sad as he talked about how the ton shunned him for the rumors about what happened to his wife. "However, I have the document…the divorce papers…if I were to somehow release them…to show society that my wife is alive and well, but that we divorced because of her adultery…my reputation would be healed…"

You were holding your breath as he continued to talk. "But…I'm a man of my word and I told her that I would keep the divorce a secret. To protect her reputation," he said as he looked down, as if he felt trapped by his own loyalty. "I never cared about the fact that my reputation was damaged by it all, even though I am innocent. I had made a promise to my former wife and I didn't mind keeping it…until I met you…and until I started thinking about making you mine and taking you away from the Viscount. Unfortunately, because the ton still think me guilty of doing something most foul to my former wife, I knew I'd never be able to have you. Officially."

Your mind was reeling. Not only from this plan, which could actually work, but because he was worried about what you would think of him after he broke his word to his former wife. And then suddenly you were angry. Not at him. No never at him. But at his past wife. His entire life had been practically ruined. Everything but his money had been taken away from him because of her disloyalty and because of her betrayal. And while you thought Lucius to be the greatest of gentlemen, him keeping her secret was now coming between your love. And you just wouldn't stand for that.

"Lucius," you said softly but firmly, causing him to look back into your eyes with his own conflicted ones, and you hated seeing the pain there. "I could never think badly of your character because of this…if anything it makes me more enraged that your former wife has caused you so much pain because of her indiscretions. Yes, you've been a man of your word and have kept her secret, but it has also caused your life to be ruined, and that isn't fair either."

Lucius seemed to be holding his breath as you spoke, almost as if he desperately had been needing to hear this for a while. "And yes…of course I know that it would also benefit us…and our love…and would possibly be a way out of my betrothal, but even if that weren't the case, I don't think you should let your former wife ruin your reputation…for the rest of your life."

Lucius swallowed and squeezed your hand back just as tightly as you were holding his. "You're right my love, keeping this secret has cost me…essentially everything. I thought I was doing the right thing. And I guess I was, but for her, not for me."

"We both deserve to be happy," you said as you leaned closer into him, wanting him close in every way possible. "Being with you, and experiencing passion and love with you, has taught me that," you said, almost wanting to cry again at admitting how much that was true.

"Oh my darling," he said as he leaned in to rest his forehead on yours, his eyes closing briefly, "you are right. Completely right. And I think I've been waiting for someone to say that for so long…"

"You deserve happiness Lucius," you said as you leaned back a bit again so you could look into his eyes.

"As do you my love," he said, leaning in to kiss you softly. "And I want to be the one to provide you that to you."

"I need that more than anything Lucius," you said breathing hard at this point, knowing that you had perhaps had found a way forward with Lucius in an official capacity, and also because the urge to have him right then and there was so strong as all of your emotions were so built up from the conversation.

Lucius' own breathing was just as hard as he reached one of his hands to cup your flushed cheek, and look at you intensely. "And as I've mentioned…the thought of another man touching you…being with you…is something I can't stand the thought of," he said as he kissed you deeply then, his hand that was cupping your cheek slightly going down to wrap around your neck slightly with a firm and yet gentle grip. "You're mine." He said so deeply and quietly it was almost as if he was saying it to himself and not aloud.

"Yes," you breathed out, in answer to his own practically silent declaration. You belonged to him completely. And you knew he felt the same as well about belonging to you.

You both kissed for what seemed like an age on the velvet couch you had been sitting on, the heat from the crackling fire in front of you only adding more heat to what your bodies were now feeling yet again whenever you kissed or touched, or were merely in the presence of each other.

The grip he had on your neck was tightening but soon his hand moved further down again so that he could cup your breasts through the thin fabric of your nightgown. The feel of your breasts under his hand causing him to groan in satisfaction as he kissed you.

He continued caressing you and kissing you, but before long, you knew he needed to have you and you were once again on the same wave length. "Come here," he said almost impatiently, as he took your hand in his and knelt both of you to the ground so that you were now both kneeling on the plush rug that was in front of the fire.

A thrill ran through your body, knowing that he meant to take you right then and there, on the rug, in this grand library right in front of the romantic fire. It was as if one of your romance novels was coming to life, although every time with him felt so divine it was almost fantasy.

You quickly removed your nightgown, and watched in pure ecstasy as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly and remove it so that it was off and his muscled chest and abdomen were on display. What a sight he was.

"Lay back darling," he commanded gently, as his silver eyes raked over your naked body as if he meant to devour you. And devour you he did. The moment you laid your body back upon the plush rug, Lucius was immediately between your legs, consuming you as if you were the best thing he had ever tasted, and based on the sounds of pleasure he was making as he feasted upon you, you perhaps were the best thing he had ever tasted.

"Oh Lucius," you said as you closed your eyes and arched your back into the pleasure you were receiving from his lips and tongue as he licked and sucked you with such perfect precision you were already seeing stars.

"Mmmm," he moaned upon your womanhood, causing sweet vibrations to coarse through your entire body and soul. You couldn't help it as your hips began moving a bit, rutting against his mouth, causing extra friction.
You noticed Lucius himself was rutting his own hips a bit, surely causing some friction to be felt on his hardened manhood. The sight of it causing your inside walls to already start trembling. And then with those gorgeous, silver cat-like eyes which looked at you with adoration, Lucius added in two of his fingers into your core, his mouth never leaving your clit as he did so. The feeling of his fingers driving in and out of you and his mouth upon you, soon had your back arching even more and your hands gripping to the rug as you were about to fall into oblivion into an intense orgasm.

It didn't take long at all either. All he had to do was curl his fingers inside of you a certain way and you were done for. Your orgasm was all consuming as you writhed on the rug, Lucius bringing one of his hands to press with a comforting pressure on your hips to ground your body back down to Earth. "Lucius!" You cried out as your orgasm kept going and going as his tongue was still relentlessly circling your clit until the point that it was almost too sensitive.

Soon though, with a smirk, Lucius removed his mouth from your sensitive womanhood and removed his fingers from inside of you, licking them clean, as he looked at you with satisfaction. "Good girl," he said with that soothing, husky deep voice of his, as he began to remove his trousers, his manhood clearly straining to get out of its constraints.

Your eyes, despite still seeing stars, drank him in. He was so insanely beautiful that you sometimes didn't think he could be real. You realized then that you wanted to please him exactly how he just pleased you. With your mouth.

He had fully released himself, and just before he was going to lean down to make love to you, you stopped him. "Wait," you said with a small smirk of your own as you sat up from your position. Lucius stopped immediately, his eyes wide with wonder as he heard what you said next. "I want to please you. Like you just did to me. With my mouth," you said as you bit your lip a bit shyly and looked at his thick, long length and then back into his eyes, which had gone hooded with even more desire. "Teach me…" you said slightly shyly, "As you have done with everything else."

Lucius' breathing was hard, and you noticed he couldn't help but stroke himself at your words, his cock already throbbing with what was to come. "As you wish my sweet girl," he said with a smirk as he came to a kneeling position, his cock in his hand, clearly waiting for you to take him. "Hold me here," he said guiding your right hand to grasp him firmly around near the base of his shaft causing him to already moan slightly, "Now take me into your mouth my love." You loved the feeling of his velvet soft, iron hard length in your hand and wanting to please him immediately, you wrapped your warm lips around top of his length, your tongue instinctually coming out to taste the drop of his essence which had been leaking out of his tip. The act of doing that must have caused him great pleasure as the second your tongue circled around the tip of him, his entire body shuddered and his cock throbbed in your hand and you heard him emanate a sound of such satisfaction it made your core clench itself.

"Oh yes my sweet girl, just like that," he said, as his head was slightly thrown back in bliss. Picking up on what to do, you used your tongue again to circle around his tip, causing him to let out more delectable moans of pleasure.

"Such a good girl," he said looking down at you with pure molten desire. "You're doing so well," he praised. "Now stroke me as you continue using your tongue. That's it, your so good my love," he said as you began to implement what he was telling you to do.

As you pumped his length with your hand and moved your tongue and lips around the tip of him, he was soon practically a moaning mess, with endless praises falling from his mouth as his hips started moving in rhythm with your hand and mouth, more of his length entering your mouth, your tongue caressing more and more of him as he went deeper and deeper.

You loved the feeling of giving this gorgeous man so much pleasure with your mouth alone. It was almost empowering at seeing him practically falling apart under your ministrations and soon one of his hands was tangled in your hair, gripping it tightly as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into your mouth until you couldn't help as some tears fell down from your eyes onto your cheeks with trying to take all of him. "Fuck yes my sweet girl, you are so perfect," he said as his cock throbbed, and his length got even harder, his eyes never leaving the sight of you giving him pleasure. His hips were thrusting erratically at this point and you knew that just a few more moments of pleasuring him with your tongue and hand would have him spilling his essence.

Seeming to know exactly what he needed, you swirled your tongue around his tip and sucked one last time. His breath immediately hitched and you heard him let our a roar of pleasure, his hand gripping your hair so tightly, and then finally you felt him release. His warm essence filled your mouth up and you were surprised that you didn't mind the taste of him as he continued to thrust into your mouth a few last times, each time he let out the sexiest of moans.

After a bit you released him from your mouth, wiping a bit at some of his essence on your lips, as you looked up into his eyes with your own wide ones. He looked at you as if he saw a true Goddess. "You are so perfect my love," he said as he released his tight grip on your hair and helped you stand up with him. "You barely ever need any guidance. You're an absolute natural, my gorgeous girl."

You smiled and flushed at his praises, feeling so good that he thought you were a natural when it came to pleasure in the bedroom.

"Thank you," he said sweetly as he kissed you gently and held you tight against him.

"Thank you," was all that you could think to say back. For everything he had taught and given to you.

Pulling a soft blanket from the couch, Lucius wrapped you in it sweetly and then took you by the hand to lead you out of the library and towards his bedroom at last. Immediately going to the familiar, comfortable bed, you laid down with Lucius and simply cuddled with each other, basking in post orgasmic bliss.

"So our plan is in motion," Lucius said after a while, with a voice that sounded so at peace. "Soon you will officially be mine."

You couldn't help it as your skin broke out into gooseflesh at hearing him say those words. Yes, you were irrevocably his. And with his plan to reveal to the ton the circumstances of the reason why his wife had disappeared, you prayed with all of your heart and soul that nothing would stand in the way of your happiness now. Not even an old Viscount or a wretched mother.

Author Note: Thank you so much to 99Alexa99 on Wattpad for this amazing AI image she did of Lucius from this story!

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The rest of the night was spent in absolute bliss. You and Lucius couldn't help but make love several more times. Just the knowledge that Lucius had a plan to try and help you get out of your betrothal and to also clear his name was something that had both of your hearts so light and happy that you couldn't help but combine as one again and again because of the joy and freedom you both felt in that moment.

In between your love making sessions, you both ventured back down to the library to sit together by the warm fire, Lucius occasionally picking out a random book or two, mostly poetry, which he would read to you in his comforting, deep voice of his. It was your absolute ideal scenario, being with this gorgeous man, hearing him read to you in the setting of a spectacular library. This was the life you had always dreamed of, and your heart beat in such contentment knowing that it was within your grasp at last.

Too soon though, dawn was beginning to break, as you both noticed the sky turning a lighter grey. You were exhausted, yet completely and purely happy and you didn't want to leave to head back to your family home, which now felt so foreign to you. Lucius' manor truly felt like your home now.

Reluctantly, Lucius bundled you back up in your cloak and kissed you passionately before walking you outside to the carriage which would take you back. Noticing the slight frown on your face, Lucius smiled softly at you and ran his fingers through your hair sweetly.

"Don't worry my love, soon you won't have to leave ever again if you wish. Soon this will be your home…if that's what you want," he said, his silver eyes suddenly holding so much vulnerability in them.

You couldn't help it as your own beautiful eyes slightly watered at hearing his words. Of course you wished it. It's all you wished for now. "It's all I want," you confirmed with him, causing his smile to grow again. "I want you Lucius."

"Oh my darling. I want you too. Only you," he said he brought you into his body to hold you against his warmth as he continued stroking your hair, causing your skin to break out into goosebumps.

After holding each other in perfect contentment, you kissed each other one last time before you got into the carriage so it could take you back, a piece of you already feeling like it had been left behind with Lucius until the next time you saw him again.

As usual as of late, you slept in until about mid-afternoon, catching up on the sleep you missed while you and Lucius had been too busy making love and experiencing pure happiness with each other.

And as usual, your mother barged in at some point, waking you from your contented slumber to pester you and get on your nerves; what she was truly best at.

"Are you still quite unwell?!" She said as she came in to open your curtains and get you up out of bed. "Sleeping in practically every day until the afternoon?"

You couldn't help but grumble something incoherent as you rolled over in your bed and tried to ignore her.

"Don't forget, we have the luncheon today with the other ladies," she tutted as you heard her order one of your ladies maids to start preparing your outfit for the day. "And as for tomorrow, your engagement party, before your wedding next week."

That caused you to open your eyes in terror. You hadn't even realized there'd be an engagement party. This wedding had been put together so quickly by your mother in an effort to get you married off, that you hadn't realized there'd be a formal engagement party as there usually was for most couples of the ton.

"What engagement party?" You mumbled as you finally sat up in bed looking at your mother incredulously.

"Your own, you silly girl," she said as she she looked you over, as if disappointed in your state of dishevelment.

"Obviously," you said, snapping back, "but why? This betrothal is so sudden and last minute. Why even have an engagement party? It's unnecessary."

Your mother pursed her lips, displeased at your apparent attitude towards her plans. "I've been waiting for this for a long time and it's a big moment for our family. Of course we are still having an engagement party…even if the wedding is so soon after."

Your cheeks flushed with slight rage. "Of course it's still about what you want."

Your mother didn't say anything back, perhaps she couldn't think of anything quickly enough to dispute the truth that you had just said, and so you stared back, just as stubborn and unflinching as she. Knowing that you and Lucius now had a plan though, you didn't feel any more need to feel smaller or lesser than your mother, as you usually did in the past.

After a bit of a staring contest, your mother huffed and made her way out of your room mumbling "Just get ready for the luncheon," as she closed your door a bit hard.

Your ladies maid looked at you with slight pity, which in a way you appreciated, and you got out of bed to get ready for the luncheon with the other ladies of the ton.

Having dressed in a sweet pale pink gown that was suitable for an afternoon tea, paired with a matching pink and cream colored parasol, you and your mother headed into town to the local tea room for luncheon with the other ladies of the ton. You and your mother didn't say a word as you walked silently through town, which was fine since your eyes were too busy scanning the bustling streets searching for the platinum head of hair that you adored so much. However you didn't see Lucius. Much like yourself, he was probably catching up on sleep and perhaps he was figuring out the next steps in your plan.

Arriving at your destination, you were at least a bit contented realizing that a lot of your friends would be there, and you'd be able to get a seat away from your mother, and sure enough when you walked in you were instantly beckoned over to a table with your friends, which caused you to feel a bit less stressed about the situation. They were all happy to see you as well, and immediately they went into their daily gossip, something you always listened to and yet never partook in. However you did briefly mention your disdain for your mother under your breath and your displeasure at her for trying to force an engagement party for your awful betrothal to the Viscount. Your friends seemed empathetic for a bit, voicing their displeasure on your behalf, but as it always was, something else distracted them and they quickly moved on to the next piece of gossip.

You weren't disappointed in the fact that they moved on so quickly from your predicament, you were quite used to it, and you were used to being a bit different always from the young ladies of society, but your heart ached for Lucius in that moment, still the only person in the entire world to actually listen to you and try to help make you feel better in any way. Coming to this realization, you couldn't help but smile happily to yourself realizing that not only was Lucius your incredible lover…he was also an amazing friend. Someone who was there for you and listened no matter what, and didn't only care about themselves or the latest gossip. There really wasn't anyone like him and you loved him even more.

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, luncheon was over, and you and your mother walked with the other ladies the long way home through the lovely park, all of you in your dresses and parasols looking like cotton candies walking about. However, despite the gorgeous day and the pastel atmosphere around you, you noticed something. Everyone else in the park, especially the gentlemen seemed to have the daily newspaper in front of them, everyone's eyes so invested in what they were reading on one of the inner pages.

"Are you all noticing this?" You asked your group of friends as you walked on through the park.

"What?" One of your friends asked as she looked around oblivious.

"Everyone's reading the paper. Every man in this park, and practically all of the women seem quite enthralled with whatever they are reading," you said, your curiosity more and more piqued.

Your friends began noticing, and of course, being something that seemed like everyone was reading, your gossipy friends had to know too. Leave it to them to find the nearest gentleman and ask them for his paper.

In no time at all, you and your group of friends had a newspaper in hand and were all crowded around each other under the shade of a large tree as you took in the first few pages.

"Nothing out of the ordinary," said one of your friends as she turned the black and white pages.

"Wait! Stop. Right there!" You said urgently as your eyes immediately caught Lucius Malfoy's name on a headline on page three.

All of your friends breathed in a breath of shock and awe, as did you actually, at seeing the headline.

LUCIUS MALFOY'S RETURN TO SOCIETY

Sure enough it was a news article published for the daily paper, which detailed Lucius' return to society and finally revealing why he had left in the first place. It went into depth about the betrayal from his former wife as well as the divorce in which had been made to kept secret. Printed on the page as well was a copy of the divorce certificate for good measure, with Lucius and his former wife's signature on it, where she admitted to adultery as the reason for the marriage being broken up.

You couldn't believe it. He had actually done it. Surely he had some connection to someone in one of the main newspapers and, being a man of his word, had revealed the reason for his wife's disappearance and his reason for coming back into society.
Your entire body was tingling all over, and your ears were ringing, blocking out everyone around you. You were so proud of your Lucius. You were sure this had been so hard for him, and you wanted nothing more than to be with him right now and hold him. But you couldn't help it as a smile graced your face through all of the emotions swirling around. He was finally free from the dark secret his former wife had burdened him with. And now, it was one step closer to being able to be together, since now his name was no longer sullied.

You were broken out of your trance when your mother and your friends' mothers realized your group had fallen behind and were all circled around something, and they came speed walking over to see what all the fuss was about.

Snatching the paper from your friend's hand, your mother read the article, her eyes going wide as she read it, as well as the other mothers' eyes as well.
"Hmphhh, so he's not a murderer after all," was all your mother had to say as she folded up the paper and motioned for you all to keep moving along.

Despite rolling your eyes at your mother's comment, the smile on your face remained, as your body continued buzzing all over. You couldn't wait to see Lucius that night.

While heading to Lucius' manor that evening, your entire body was still buzzing. You couldn't wait to talk to him about the news that broke this afternoon, and you were sure he had a lot to tell you. You hoped he was happy with his decision and hoped that he wasn't regretting anything. This was a great first step to freedom. For both of you.

When you arrived, your heart felt so light since right as he opened the door to greet you, his face already had a contented smile on it. As if he had been pleased and happy all day with the news being out there.

For a bit you just held each other in the grand entry way of the manor. Unsaid words of happiness and support being felt between you both. Finally though, you pulled back a bit, your hands resting comfortably on his strong chest as you looked up into his gorgeous eyes.
"How do you feel?" You asked him.

"I feel content," he replied, his silver eyes sparkling with happiness. "I feel a freedom I haven't felt since my marriage ended and I had been burdened with that secret."

You reached your hand up to gently stroke his cheek comfortingly, "Good," you softly smiled.

"And how about you my love? How do you feel about it all?" He asked as he began leading you up the stairs and towards his bedroom.

"I feel happy for you most of all Lucius," you said truthfully. "It was quite a scene today at the park. Everyone at once seemed to be reading about it in the papers. You're the talk of the town. But I think everyone is now on your side," you smiled, so happy to realize that fact.
Lucius didn't say anything, but smiled too, as he lead you into his bedroom and pressed you up against the door immediately kissing you with so much fire and passion, you knew he was going to make love to you in mere minutes.

You couldn't help but writhe against him, surrendering yourself to the pleasurable feelings of his lips and his touch, but also the feelings of joy in your heart. There was just one last thing that was standing in the way…the Viscount.

Reluctantly you pulled away from the kiss. "Tomorrow though…" you said, catching your breath. "Tomorrow is my engagement party and I-"

"Shhh," Lucius said with a smirk, his finger coming up to your lips to quiet you. "The plan is in motion my love, however not yet complete. I promise you, I won't allow that Viscount to lay a finger on you."

Butterflies fluttered in your lower stomach at hearing him so protective of you, and the worries that had crept up into your mind, quickly filtered out again. You trusted him utterly and completely, and his confidence in himself and the plan had you feeling confident too. Just another reason you loved this man so much. He always knew how to make you feel better in an instant.

"For now my sweet girl, let us just revel in the joy of today," he said as he leaned back in to resume his ravishing upon your body.

And ravishing he did. All throughout the night he focused on every part of your body, from your lips, to your neck, to your breasts and finally to your core, which was throbbing with need for him.

Over and over he pleasured you, and you him, until you both were gasping for air by the early morning, when the dawn was just beginning to approach. Laying in his bed, the sheets a mess, your bodies glistening with the afterglow of many orgasms, you both sighed out softly knowing that in mere hours, everything would finally fall into place. For once you didn't fear leaving the Manor, not knowing when it would be your last night there. You knew you were destined to be here, with Lucius, always.

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By the time you had left the manor in the early hours of the morning, you were sufficiently exhausted and yet so happy. As the carriage brought you back to your family house, you knew it was only a matter of time before you didn't have to go on anymore midnight jaunts in secret, but could be with Lucius any time of the day; once you were declared publicly for each other.

You weren't even mad when your mother came barging in as she did every day around noon to wake you from your slumber. You knew that her days of bullying you were numbered, and if you were honest, you couldn't wait to see her face once Lucius finally saved you from this damn betrothal to the Viscount. All you had to do was get through your awful engagement party that evening, which you definitely could, knowing that a marriage would never happen. You didn't know how or when Lucius would reveal himself, but you had faith. You trusted him more than anyone or anything in your life.

And so as the day wore on and your maids began to fuss over you, trying to help you get ready for your engagement party, your mind stayed in contented, peaceful bliss as you allowed your maids to do up your hair in ringlets and a tiara, and dress you in a beautiful crystal-adorned satin gown.

You noticed both of your maids looking at your contented visage in the mirror with subtly confused looks on their faces. They knew how extremely unhappy you had been with the betrothal, and being the sweet souls that they were, they always gave you silent and yet sympathetic looks anytime you had to get dressed for a ball or dinner with your mother and the Viscount. You knew they were on your side about things, so they must have been confused on what was having you look so contented and happy. You gave them reassuring smiles in the mirror, not wanting to reveal anything, but also wanting to let them know that you were ok. Returning your smile, your maids finished doing you up in all of your finery, and finally you were ready to face this dreaded engagement party head on.

You walked down the stairs of your family home into the main foyer with your head held high; you noticed guests had already started arriving and your mother was currently greeting them all in the grand entry way of your family home which was decorated for the supposed wedding of the century. At least in your mother's delusional mind it would be the wedding of the century. Floral arrangements were everywhere and all of the chandeliers and candelabras were shining with hundreds of candles. You scoffed slightly to yourself thinking that it would all be so pretty, if not for the horrid betrothal arrangement that it was celebrating.

Your mother looked at you as you confidently descended the staircase in all of your finery, and you noticed that she had to look at you for a bit longer than normal as she took in your relaxed and confident composure. You could see the questioning look in her eyes as if saying 'why are you so calm about all of this right now?' She was most likely expecting you to either not show up completely, or if you did, she probably expected nothing but scowls and angered looks from you.

You wished in that moment that you could laugh out loud in joy at seeing her confused expression, but you looked away from her and greeted the guests and some of your friends politely as they came up to you to wish you congratulations; a lot of the younger guests having that same silent yet sympathetic look on their faces, like how your maids looked at you.

However, your heart was so light and happy knowing Lucius would save you that you didn't feel any dread from those sympathetic stares silently telling you that they knew you were about to have a horrible life with the Viscount.

Soon the Viscount himself arrived and as usual, sucked the air right out of the room, making himself the sole focus of the universe, although you could see his beady eyes immediately trying to search for you. Your mother greeted him politely and happily, however you made a beeline straight for the dining room where you would all gather shortly anyways to begin the dinner, before the party and dancing later on. A party you severely hoped would get cut short.

Soon enough everyone filed into the grand dining room, and as luck would have it, at these types of engagement dinners, the betrothed sit on opposite ends of the table, one at each head, and so you luckily did not have to sit next to the old Viscount and interact with him. You couldn't help but cringe though as the Viscount raised a glass in a toast before the meal began with the most eye-rolling speech you could ever imagine.

"A toast to my pretty little fiancé over there," he had said as he pointed one of his grubby fingers at you, "soon we shall be married and your life shall be forever improved. Quite the lucky one you are," He said jovially as if he had made the best speech ever, even though it was possibly one of the most conceited speeches you had ever heard.

You being the lucky one to marry him!? The gall of that man. You didn't even raise your glass as the rest of the table awkwardly raised their own glasses in a toast, everyone clearly seeing how much of a horrid man he was. More sympathetic stares came your way, and you noticed your mother finally looking around with anxiety, as she noticed others staring at you with pity.

Before your mother or the Viscount could make a scene that you didn't raise your own glass, since you saw both of their eyes on you, you were so thankful that the butler and the stewards began to serve the first course of food, which quickly distracted everyone from the awkwardness to focus on their plates which were now being filled.

You ate little throughout the meal, as your appetite had disappeared with both anxiety and anticipation. The guests sitting near you though kept your mind mostly occupied as they spoke to you with simple, yet polite conversation; all of them seemingly avoiding the topic of your upcoming wedding itself, which you appreciated.

By the time dessert ended and people were starting to file out of the dining room and headed towards the ballroom for the rest of the party, your stomach was now really not feeling well. You would be expected to dance with the Viscount, and while you had avoided speaking to him or touching him for weeks now, you knew you couldn't avoid it any longer during this next part of the evening, and in that moment, all you felt was that you wouldn't survive without Lucius' presence any longer.

With steps that felt like pure lead, you slowly followed the crowd and headed into the ballroom with the others, the urge to make a run for it almost overtaking the rational side of your brain. Your mother glared daggers at you as she most likely could sense your inner turmoil and you longed in that moment to never see her face again.

The moment you stepped into the ballroom, everyone had already gathered around the parquet dance floor, the grubby old Viscount in the middle of the floor holding out his hand to you, causing your stomach to drop.

"Come my little fiancé, we must start the party with a dance," he said with a glint in his eye, knowing he'd be able to touch you soon. You couldn't stomach it. You made no move to step forward as your heart beat fast in your chest. What were you going to do?

Everyone noticed your hesitation, especially the Viscount, which caused him to chuckle nervously as he still held his hand out "I haven't danced in many years, surely you won't deny your future husband the privilege my dear. You should have no objection to me-" he said until he got cut off mid sentence.

"But I do," said a deep, gorgeous voice from the entrance of the grand room, causing everyone to spin around in shock.
Your heart beat fast, but this time with pure joy. Your Lucius was here.

The feeling of love and thankfulness for Lucius bloomed in your chest as his tall, elegant and imposing form stepped forward, the crowd parting for him as if he was some sort of untouchable god-like figure, although you knew everyone was just in pure shock, their eyes all wide and some even had their mouths hanging open in disbelief.

After getting your fill of Lucius as he met your eyes with his own shining silver ones, you turned back to the Viscount to see his reaction to the interruption. You couldn't help but feel a sense of victory at seeing him splutter and mumble as he tried to find the words to address Lucius. The only thing that finally came out of his mouth was, "I…I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me," Lucius said in that low, deep voice of his that could simultaneously be so arousing and yet so terrifying at the same time, depending on how he was speaking to someone. "I object. To this. To all of this," he said gesturing to the engagement party and then motioning between you and the Viscount.

The Viscount was still spluttering, clearly not knowing how to handle the situation, and you then heard the quickened footsteps of your mother rushing to the middle of the ballroom where the scene was taking place, also spluttering to herself and then shouting slightly at Lucius, "You Sir, were not invited!" She said pointing at him nastily. "What gives you the right to come here?"

Now you were the one glaring daggers at your mother. How dare she speak to Lucius like that. To the man who saved your entire soul and being. To the man you loved.

"Don't you dare speak to him like that-" you said stepping forward and speaking finally, however Lucius held up his hand gently to stop you, so that he could continue speaking.

"I have every right. As someone who objects," he said in a calm voice, his hands now both on his elegant cane which he held in a casual stance. "The law and society states that anyone can object to a wedding, preferably before the ceremony, and that is exactly what I'm doing."

You couldn't help it as you stepped in closer to Lucius. His body like a magnet to you, and everyone could clearly now see where your loyalties lay.

Lucius continued, "Not only do I object to the treatment of this fair, brilliant, stunning lady, but I object to this union between herself and the Viscount. Not only is there a monetarily better option, but also a better option for her emotional welfare."

Your heart beat faster and faster, hearing Lucius build his speech with such elegance and a calming demeanor, that you knew there was no one in this ballroom who could refute his words. Not even your mother or the Viscount who were left silent in shock.

But finally your mother spoke up after glancing at the Viscount with bated breath, clearly realizing he wasn't going to say anything. You could see the disappointment and slight disgust flash across her face as she finally saw one of the many reasons why the Viscount was a horrid man. He couldn't even defend himself to keep his fiancé.

"What better option? I ask again sir, why is this of any concern to you!?"

Lucius smirked then, knowing what he was about to say next would change everything. He still had an air of confidence and casualness about him, but as for you, you felt like your were about to pass out.

"Because I love her," he said simply, revealing finally to the whole entire ton what was between you both.

The crowd stirred and some people gasped, and when you looked around you saw some people even smiling, which was something that was truly amazing to you. You had support here, and among the ton that was a true rare thing.

You couldn't help but smile too as you stepped even closer into Lucius, your arms practically touching now with how close in proximity you were.

"Love?!" Your mother spluttered. "What…what do you mean love?!" She said now looking between you and Lucius, seeing what was clearly there between you both.

"Yes," Lucius said matter of factly. "From the moment I first set my eyes on her in fact."

You looked up at him then, tears welling in your eyes at hearing him pronounce his feelings for you like this in front of your mother, the Viscount…and everyone. He looked down into your own, adoration clearly swimming in his own gaze to you.

"I love this man. I love Lord Lucius Malfoy," you said, as you moved your gaze from your Lucius, to your mother and the Viscount.

"What do you know about love!?" Your mother yelled, her face turning red with anger.

"More than you," you said, feeling more confident by the minute. Your response causing more mutterings amongst the guests. You were sure they would be talking about this for the rest of their lives, but you didn't care.

"How!? How did this happen!?" She said, getting more frantic.

"It is clear Madame, that you have never paid attention to the wants or feelings of your daughter," Lucius said, holding her gaze with his own intense one, causing her to shrink into herself.

"While you were so busy planning this unwanted betrothal, I've learned what true love is, with someone who is caring and actually listens and respects me. From the moment I first met this man, he has done nothing but want the best for me. More than you ever have done my entire life" you added, finally reaching your hand down to clasp Lucius' own. Quite scandalous in front of all of these people.

"How dare you!" Your mother yelled back.

"No, how dare you Madame, for not realizing that you had such an amazing woman in your daughter. She deserves to be loved, treated kindly and respected. And I can give that to her," he said proudly.

God you loved this man. He was your hero.

Now your mother went from red to pale, as she took in what Lucius was saying, hopefully finally feeling some guilt about the way she had always treated you. But she then flushed red again and pointed between you and the Viscount. "I only wanted what was best for you! The Viscount can support you. Give you a good life. He-" she went to say but then was cut off by Lucius as he held out his hand as if to silence her.

"If this is about money, I can assure you I have more money than all of the families of the ton combined. Surely more than the Viscount…millions more" he said angling his silver stare at the Viscount who bristled slightly. The first thing he seemed to care about this entire conversation "Your daughter will want for nothing…and neither will your family, if that is your bargaining-ship," he said coldly but surely, knowing your mother couldn't argue with money. He had it. Practically an endless supply of it.

What happened next you couldn't quite believe and yet it all suddenly fell into place. All at once the Viscount seemed to give up completely, his shoulders slumped as he shrugged his arms. "Well then…" he sighed and simply walked off the dance floor and out of the ballroom.

Leaving. He was leaving! He must have known he couldn't have competed with Lucius' money and simply gave up. It was always about money with the ton, and once he knew he was beaten, he gave up. Not that he was ever fighting for you in the first place.

"I…I…I…" was all your mother could repeat watching the events unfold around her. The loss of her precious Viscount, the irrefutable fact that Lucius' money put him above everyone else in the ton's eyes, the fact that his reputation had been restored the day before and now his declaration of love for you. There was nothing she could do to deny anything anymore. You and Lucius had won. And the way that rest of the guests were looking tenderly at you and Lucius together, your mother must have realized the ton was on your side too. She had lost.

Finally Lucius turned fully to you, his eyes alight with all that had just passed and the knowledge that it was finally done. You could finally be together.
"Are you ready my love?" Lucius asked quietly, so only you could hear.

"Ready?" You asked softly leaning in even closer to him.

"For the rest of our lives," he said with a soft smile on his lips.

Your cheeks flushed a delicate pink in happiness and with a sigh of blissful relief you nodded your head, "It's all I've been waiting for," you said.

"Then come with me. Now," he said as he began to lead you out of the ballroom, his left hand holding your own, as his right hand held his cane which tapped slightly on the ballroom floor with each step you both took towards freedom.

"Y/N!" Your mother yelled, with what almost seemed like tears in her eyes. Tears for you or for her, you weren't sure but you had a feeling.

You turned back to stare at her for only a brief moment, and in the most calm and stoic voice, your last words to her were, "Goodbye mother." And without another word you strode the rest of the way out of the ballroom and out of your family home, for what would be the last time. No looking back.

Lucius already had a carriage waiting, and the moment you both got in you wasted no time, or even exchanged any words, before your mouths were on each others,' Lucius pushed you up against the plush cushions of the carriage as he kissed you like it was your last kiss on Earth. You hadn't realized tears of happiness had been streaming down your face, and Lucius sweetly kissed those away, before returning to your lips once again.

You had never felt him so needing and urgent for you, and you knew it was all of his built up emotions and keeping his cool composure in front of the Viscount, your mom and the rest of the ton that had been attendance releasing from him. The man kissed with his entire body, as his hips rolled against yours where he lay over you against the seat, causing delicious friction to be felt against your own core. The way his tongue rolled into your mouth in rhythm with his hips and caresses was already beginning to cause tingles to be felt all over your body, as if you were building up for a huge release.

This was the Lucius only you got to see; the one that lets all of his guards down, the one that surrenders himself to you and the passion that boils between you both. It was everything and all consuming and you were so enraptured with one another you didn't even notice the movement of the carriage as it left, its destination that of your true home; Malfoy Manor.

"I need this off of you," Lucius practically growled with a husky voice as he pulled away slightly, reaching his hands down to the satin fabric of your gown and tearing it open with a strength you didn't even know was possible. It felt like another way he was freeing you, releasing you from any last grip the Viscount or your mother had on you.

You gasped in arousal at his need and command of wanting the garment off of you, and you immediately shimmied the rest of the way out of the torn gown, throwing it onto the floor of the carriage like it was nothing more than rubbish.

Now that you were free of your garment, he immediately went back to ravishing your body with his lips and hands. His lips kissing and marking you over every bared part of your skin, his warm lips trailing down the long, delicate column of your neck where he eventually started nipping at the sensitive spot where your neck and collar bone met causing your breathy sighs to turn into full on moans. His right hand came up to caress your breasts through the fabric of your stays and chemise and his lips eventually made their way down to kiss the plump mounds of your breasts that peaked over the edge of your stays as your own hands came up to run through his long, soft hair as he kissed your body with reverence, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

"You're mine," Lucius moaned as his lips continued to assault your neck and breasts in the best of ways.

"Yes, always" you breathed out with a sigh, your hips starting to move as if they had a mind of their own, your core desperate for any friction, your inside walls clenching around nothing, but needing his thick length so bad. "Please Lucius. Make love to me," you moaned wantonly as you slightly begged him to finally take you. You needed to come. For him and only him.

Without saying another word, Lucius leaned back, his molten eyes staring into your own with an intensity that made your entire being burn with lust for him. His jaw was clenched in that sexy way of his whenever he was aroused, and it took him mere seconds to undo the buttons on the front of his trousers to release his thick cock. You couldn't help it as your hand reached out to grasp his warm length in your hand, feeling the iron hard need he had for you. You heard him make a low growl type noise in his chest, before he aligned himself up at your entrance, your legs already spread for him, the fabric of your chemise bunched up around your hips to give him full access to make love to you.

He slid into you in one full thrust, completely burying himself within you, causing both of you to practically scream out into the small space you both occupied, the rhythm of the carriage moving only adding to the movements your bodies were about to make. Lucius began thrusting in you then, and each thrust of him into you felt like your souls were fusing together.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the fabric of the suit he still wore, and you looked up at him with love in your eyes, "I love you," you said as you moved your hips in rhythm with his own thrusts.

"I. Love. You," he said punctuating each word with a thrust into you, the sound of skin slapping up against skin completely arousing. "Mine." He said once again, as he leaned in to claim you with his lips upon your neck as he continued fucking you into the cushions of the carriage.

You moaned in pleasure and what was taking place. You had always ridden in this carriage alone, on your midnight trysts to go see him, but now having him with you in the carriage, making love to you and claiming you as you both were on the way back to his Manor, was something you never thought would be possible. This life with him. He had made this fantasy a reality for you, and you couldn't quite believe it still.

Bracing himself with one arm next to you on the cushion, his other arm moved between you both so that his thumb could start caressing your sensitive clit as he continued to thrust into you.

"Yes! Lucius," you sighed out and your back arching at the feeling of him stroke you internally and externally.

"Yes my love. Just like that. You're so beautiful," he praised you as he stared at you with such an intensity, you could even feel it with your eyes shut tight in pleasure.

"I want you to come for me darling. Give yourself to me," he said softly, but with a commanding edge that you loved so much and that always drove you to a quick release.

"I…I'm…" you tried to speak as your body began to reach the peak of your pleasure. Just a few more strokes of his fingers and cock and you would careen over the edge into oblivion.

"Yes my love. Come. I've got you," he said deeply before his lips pressed against your own in such a searing kiss that your body couldn't take it anymore and fell over the edge.

You couldn't help the cries that burst forth from you. His lips on your lips mostly capturing the sounds of pleasure into his own mouth, as he removed his fingers from your clit to start well and truly fucking you at a speed that you had never felt before. The way in which he was driving into you, made your orgasm feel like it was going on and on. The crests of pleasure in your body couldn't be stopped and you were starting to feel so swollen and sensitive that you knew you would be so tight around his cock that would make him arrive to his own release quickly.

With a few last hard thrusts into you, and a roar of his own, Lucius spilled himself into you, his entire body shuddering above you, his forehead against your own as he lost himself completely in his own orgasmic bliss.

The both of you were breathing so hard, and the heat inside of the carriage was near sweltering, but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else as you both clung to each other, as if trying to ground each other back to Earth.

"I adore you with my entire being," you finally said after you both just held each other silently for an age. You knew you told him often how much you loved him, but you felt like you'd never be able to actually put into words how much he meant to you. So for now and always you'd continue to tell him.

"Oh my sweet love," he said tenderly as he caressed some of your sweaty hair off of your face and behind your ear. "You have no idea how much I adore you."

You smiled and sighed out with pure happiness and saw Lucius smile himself as he looked to his right to where the curtained window of the carriage was. Reaching to the side he pulled back the curtain ever so slightly, the Manor in full view, as the carriage made its way down the long drive towards the grand front entrance. He looked back into your eyes and his own sparkled as he said, "Welcome home."

You were home. At last.

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You didn't know how Lucius did it, but by the next day, all of your belongings had arrived to the Manor from your former home.

You weren't sure whether he had this planned before he had rescued you from your engagement party, or even whether or not he had spoken or seen your family as his staff had collected your items. It must have taken them all night to get all of your clothing, books and other belongings, but by the time you woke up in the morning, blissfully at peace, you saw that all of your things were currently in the grand entry way of Manor just waiting to be put in their rightful place in your new home.

You felt no awkwardness at all; you knew this place was your home, it had always felt like it and now it was finally true.

And as the days of the week passed, the final remnants of the strain on your heart from all of the drama with your family and the Viscount finally faded away into nothing, until all that was left was for you and Lucius to start living the life you both had craved since meeting each other, with nothing holding you back.

And so a few weeks later, on a beautiful sunny yet perfectly crisp day when the sun was just starting to go down over the horizon, causing everything to be basked in a gorgeous golden glow, you put on the most special dress you had ever worn, the white silk of it shining like a diamond being lit up from within. Your wedding dress.

Lucius had spared no expense, telling you that anything you wanted, you could have, and despite not wanting anything overly extravagant, or even a public wedding, you knew you wanted your wedding dress to be special; something that came from your heart and something that you designed for once instead of your mother. You even had pretty white silk shoes to match with the gown, and throughout your hair, which you had unpinned and had flowing down your back, you had flowers made from the finest of silks as well, with crystals adorning the delicate petals. You felt so beautiful…as beautiful as Lucius made you feel.

And so as you made your way down the steps of the Manor following the trail of white rose petals, and out the large glass doors that led to the back parterre which overlooked the sprawling gardens, your heart beat contentedly in your chest.

Descending the steps of the parterre and stepping onto the soft grass of the gardens, you turned the corner, still following the rose petals, and finally saw him. Lucius. Your soon-to-be husband. He was dressed spectacularly, in his finest black velvet suit, his hair pulled back with a black silk ribbon, looking divine as usual as he waited for you under a rose-covered gazebo.

The way he looked at you, as you walked towards him as his beautiful bride, made your heart stutter with love for him. His eyes shined as brightly as stars as he took you in, and you could tell they were slightly watering with emotion. He had a soft, contented smile on his face, but his lips parted slightly as you got closer, as if he was in awe at you.

Despite having a few of your closer friends in attendance, as well as the officiant, your gaze was only on Lucius. Walking towards this beautiful man, who was stunning inside and out, who had taught you so much, not only about passion, but about true love. You couldn't believe this was truly happening.

A few months ago, if Lucius hadn't come into your life, you would have been married to a horrible old Viscount, and now, because of this amazing man, you had found the true meaning of life. To love and be loved in return.

You finally made it up to him under the gazebo, your gaze never once leaving his silver eyes, and you heard him slightly whisper as he took your hands in his own "my darling."

"My Lucius," you whispered under your own breath as well as you took his warm hands in your own, both of you staring at each other as if you couldn't quite believe this had come to pass.

The ceremony was short but sweet. Mainly consisting of you and Lucius reciting your vows to one another. Lucius' vows to you were so loving and passionate that you couldn't stop the tears that had started to fall down your cheeks in love and happiness. His amazing words echoing in your mind:

"I promise to always love you and protect you my darling. To always make sure that you are happy and that your hopes and dreams are being honored. I want nothing more in this life than to make sure that you are respected and loved the way you deserve to be. I will be that for you. Always."

And as you both kissed right as the sun was finally setting, it was a kiss that sealed you both together permanently within your souls. You had kissed many times before but this kiss was the one that had mattered the most.

After the ceremony, you and Lucius and your few guests dined on a fantastic meal under the moonlight sky under a beautiful white tent that had been set up in the gardens. Several chandeliers hung from the top of the tent while hundreds of candles were lit around the area. Dancing followed soon after, but for once it wasn't the rigid, practiced dancing that was seen at every other ball and societal function. As the small orchestra played their gentle violins, you and Lucius slow danced together, holding one another close, as once again the world and people around you faded away until it was only you both.

Finally, after what seemed like an age, the orchestra stopped playing and your guests said their goodbyes to finally leave you and Lucius alone together on your special night. You had been aching for Lucius as you normally did, but with the magic of the night still flowing through you, you needed to be one with Lucius. Your husband.

And so as the last guest left with their carriage, you and Lucius closed the doors to your home, turned to each other with smiles of knowing, and made your way upstairs to the bedroom which you now both called your own.

Ever the gentleman, Lucius picked you up at the threshold of your door, causing you to giggle, as he brought you inside your room, kissing you softly yet passionately before placing you back down.

His silver eyes seemed to stare into your soul as he cupped your soft cheeks with his warm hands. "You are so beautiful my darling," he said reverently. "However, I'd rather like to take this gown off of you," he said with a smirk.

Biting your lip slightly in anticipation, you smirked back as you looked up at him, his tall stature seeming to tower over you in that moment. "I'd rather like it if you did," you said softly.

With a glint in his eye, Lucius' hands moved from cupping your cheeks, to your back where he then strongly pressed you up against his own body as he began kissing you fiercely. His tongue already exploring your mouth, as his skilled hands worked at the crystal buttons and laces of the back of your dress, slowly undressing you as if he wasn't currently preoccupied with his lips upon your own.

Before you knew it, he had expertly gotten you out of your gown, causing you to stand before him in your beautiful silk undergarments, to which you noticed Lucius taking in hungrily with his gaze, causing you to feel incredibly sexy. You were his.

"You look like angel. My angel," he said huskily as he led you over to your large bed, standing you in front of it before instructing you to sit at the edge of it.

Obeying him, you watched him as he removed the coat of his suit as well as his waist coat and tie, until he was standing in front of you with his white button up shirt and tight fitting velvet trousers and boots. He looked like a dashing gentleman, but you wanted to see all of him. You needed it.

"More," you slightly demanded as you looked up at him with a glint in your eye.

"Mmm, as you wish," he said with a slight moan and smirk as he removed the rest of his clothing ever so slowly, letting it pile on the floor, already forgotten, as he stood before you bare, his alabaster skin luminescent in the dim light of the room, the smooth planes of his muscular body mesmerizing and his large cock standing at attention causing your whole body to shiver with anticipation and a soft moan to escape your lips.

"Now I want more…lay back," he demanded, as he lowered his body so that he was kneeling in front of you where you sat on the edge of the bed.

Just the sight of him kneeling in front of you had your mind reeling with lust, and then your skin tingled all over as you felt him begin to kiss the inside of your thighs, softly and sensually, his lips warm and comforting on the most delicate parts of your skin. When he reached where your garters connected with your thigh high silk stockings, he gently used his teeth to unclasp the garter straps and then removed your stockings slowly down your leg, still with his teeth.

By this point you were breathing heavy with desire as you watched this display of sensuality from your gorgeous husband. And to top it all off, as he did the same with the other leg, he looked directly into your eyes with his burning silver ones, causing you to bite on your lip once more in longing and little moans of satisfaction to fall from your lips. By the time he removed you of both stockings, your legs had already spread open on their own accord, clearly a direct invitation for him to take you however he wanted.

You knew by the way he looked at your glistening core and the way that his jaw was clenched, that you were about to be ravished and in no time his mouth was devouring you completely.

His warm lips had immediately gone to your sensitive clit, his tongue joining his lips to rub divine circles around and around the little bud of pleasure. You were already a writhing mess and by the time his tongue began well and truly fucking you in your wet core, you were seeing stars, barely even noticing the tight grip he had on your hips as he brought you as close as he could against his mouth as he feasted on you.

He was moaning as he ate you out, the vibrations of his moans only causing you to feel more and more bliss as your senses were purely focused on the gorgeous man between your legs, making you feel pleasure that only he could.

The grip he had on you was tight, grounding you to the bed as your body tried its hardest to writhe wildly, and the slight show of dominance of his grip on you had you right on the edge of an orgasm. An orgasm that you knew would be only your first of the night.

By this point, Lucius knew your body incredibly well and most likely knew you were right at the edge, and so taking his lips off of your clit for a brief second he groaned out "Come for me my sweet girl."

You would always obey him, and his command was all that you needed to indeed fall over the edge and come for him. Hard.

Despite his hold on your hips, your back and neck arched as the pleasure ripped through you as you cried out into the room, Lucius' tongue relentless on your clit as he continued flicking at it with his tongue quickly, causing it to be almost a bit too sensitive as to be painful, but at the same time beyond pleasurable.

With your eyes still shut and your core still throbbing with your orgasm, you didn't even have time to catch your breath before you heard Lucius practically growl, "Fuck, so beautiful. Need you now," and then felt his thick, long cock enter you in one solid motion.

You cried out again, not having expected him to enter you so quickly, and your brows furrowed at how incredibly good it felt for him to be fucking you while your orgasm still raged within you.

"Lucius, it feels so good," you panted as he fucked into you slow, and yet hard, each thrust into you taking your breath away.

"I know my love," he said in a husky voice, as he brought one of your legs over his shoulder so he could pound into you at a deeper angle, causing you to cry out again. He was definitely claiming you as his bride tonight.

You finally managed to open your eyes, and looked up at him through your lashes, seeing the way he was so focused on you, on your flushed face and your plush lips which were moaning out for him and only him.

"You're mine. Forever," he said, his jaw clenching and his silver eyes piercing into your soul.

"Yes…. "Ahh!" You cried at the next snap of his hips, which caused his cock to enter the deepest it had ever been it felt like.

Still looking deep into your own eyes and still thrusting into you hard, Lucius reached one of his hands up to the black silk ribbon at his hair and undid it, causing his gorgeous platinum hair to fall around his shoulders and down his back, and taking the ribbon he then took both of your hands, putting them over your head and tying them together with it.

It wasn't too tight of a bind, but definitely enough where you wouldn't have use of your hands if you tried, and the act of it made your entire core throb at seeing and feeling him have his way with you.

With a smirk at feeling you throb around him, Lucius' thrusts became faster and faster and remained hard and demanding, and it felt as if he was trying to merge your bodies and souls together as one with how intensely and amazing he was taking you, the grip he had on your leg that was over his shoulder only getting more tighter.

You could tell Lucius was beginning to lose himself, his thrusts were so intense and his breath was hard and ragged. He had thrown his head back in pure bliss as he was moaning out deeply into the room, "Gods, you are so perfect," he said as he brought his head back to look at you with pure love and adoration in his eyes.

Just like him, you were close to falling over the edge once again, and as you looked up at him with the same adoration and love in your own eyes, you felt his right hand come to the front of you to begin rubbing your sensitive clit as he continued to thrust into you with everything he had. All it took was a few strokes of his finger on your clit and his cock in you for you to come again, your throat going hoarse from how intensely you were crying out into the room.

Seeing you come undone a second time, caused Lucius' own pleasure to implode within him, and your senses were alight with the sounds of his roars of pleasure and the feeling of his warm seed filling you up, as his thrusts stuttered and then finally stilled inside of you as he gave you everything he had.

For a while, Lucius braced himself over you as you both came down from your orgasms, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you both breathed hard and tried to come back down to Earth. Soon, he gently let go of your leg that was over his shoulder so that you were now free in that limb, and then, in an act of sweet gentleness after he slowly pulled out of you, he brought your tied hands up to his lips, kissing you sweetly at the wrists and then releasing the ribbon from binding you.

You immediately reached your hands out to bring him down on you again, so that you could kiss him and run your fingers through his soft hair.

With a smile, Lucius kissed you sweetly back; on your lips, your flushed cheeks, your sensitive neck and back to your lips. "I love you my darling," he said as he looked into your eyes with a seriousness that you loved so much.

"I love you," you sighed out, as you felt him move to his side and pull you against his chest so that you were both cuddled together comfortably on the bed now.

You lay contented and blissed out for what seemed like an age and you knew both of you would fall into a dreamless sleep soon, however before your eyes closed and you fell off to sleep you whispered to your new husband. "Lucius?" You said sleepily.

"Yes?" He whispered deeply, as he seemed like he was about to fall asleep too.

"You're mine too. Forever," you said with a contented smile. Matching what he had told you today about how you were his.

Without even seeing him, you could sense he was smiling as he held you in his arms as you both drifted off. "Yes. Forever," he said with so much contentedness.

Falling asleep in your husband's arms, you knew that this is where you had always meant to be, now until death did you both part.

This is the last full chapter. I hope to end it with a short and sweet epilogue very soon! I hope you loved this story!

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Almost a year had gone by and it had been the most incredible year of your life. Having a husband by your side who supported you and respected you in every way possible, who worshipped the ground you walked on, and who loved you unconditionally, was more than anything you could ask for in this life.

Many of your friends in society had been married off as well, and while they were fond of their respective husbands, none of them could have dared to dream of having a connection like the one you and Lucius had together; and for that you knew you were so incredibly lucky. Lucius was your everything and you knew he felt the same way about you.

Your heart was so full and content it almost felt as if it could burst.

Through the winter you and Lucius had delighted in staying inside together, cuddled up in any of the grand rooms in front of a fireplace, reading together by candlelight and making love endless ways to warm each other from the inside out.
Making love with Lucius was absolutely blissful. He continued to show you many sensual things, ever the amazing teacher that he was, and the way in which your love grew together through the combining of your bodies and soul was almost too much to bear sometimes. Even for Lucius, making love to you taught him new things about himself. Never before had he had someone he utterly and completely adored, and so for him, making love to you was an entirely new experience for him as well, because he had never experienced a connection so deep. Your favorite moments in life were watching him as he made passionate love to you, his eyes closing in such bliss as he lost himself in the feelings of love and passion for you, that you imprinted the sight of him like that in your mind forever.

If you could, you would have stopped time that winter, to always have it be so that you and Lucius could live in blissful solitude at the Manor, just enjoying life and each others' bodies for days and days until the end of time. But soon however, winter gave way to spring and as the members of the ton began returning to society for various functions and events, you knew you couldn't stay locked away in the Manor forever. Now that Lucius had regained his reputation in society, and now that you were proudly his, you knew you would be invited to every event, and as much as you would have loved to ignore them all, there was a part of you that wanted to show off your love and your life with Lucius; to show the ton that you had done it…had made your dreams come true…that you had true love.

And so you and Lucius went to all of the balls and the soirees. The shining diamonds of the ton that you both were. Never in your life had you seen so many other members of society be in awe, so many of them always too self absorbed. However, you realized that seeing you and Lucius together, so happy and in love and shining brightly with that happiness, gave a lot of them hope. And that was something that warmed your heart and made it all worth it. Even seeing your family at the events couldn't dull your shine. You would politely nod at your siblings, even your mother, but for the past year you still hadn't spoken to them; and if you were honest, you were fine with that. You had won, and had a happy life, and you wouldn't let anything come in the way of that.

One gorgeous spring evening, as the sun was setting on the horizon casting the Manor and the gardens in a gorgeous golden glow, you found Lucius on the outside parterre overlooking the vast gardens, almost like a King surveying his kingdom. His platinum hair seemed to shimmer in the golden light and you could almost weep at how gorgeous he looked. He was perfect, and all yours and you were glad you found him. You had to tell him something and this beautiful moment would be perfect.
You made your way softly and silently over to him where he stood against the marble wall of the staircase that led down into the gardens. Seeming to know you were there he turned his gorgeous silver eyes on you and looked at you reverently, as he always did. "Hello my angel," he said softly as he took you in his arms and held you. Both of you looking out over the gorgeous gardens and the setting sun as you held each other contentedly.

"My love," you said softly after a bit as you held him tightly before gently pulling back a bit so that you could look directly into his gorgeous eyes. "We love you so much," you said breathlessly. Your heart beating a bit quickly.

Lucius looked at you with his beautiful gaze, his silver eyes sparkling as he tilted his head a bit to the side. "We?" He asked, not too sure of your meaning.

"Yes. We…" you said sweetly, as you looked into his eyes still but then taking one of his hands and placing it on your lower belly. Where your baby was growing inside of you.

In nothing more than a second, it registered in Lucius' brain what you meant and his eyes immediately welled with unshed tears as he broke out into the biggest smile you had ever seen. "Oh my love!" He said as he kissed you deeply, and pulled you in to hold you against him, so warmly and protectively, as happy tears fell down your cheeks.

He then knelt in front of you and kissed your belly, sweetly and adoringly. "I can't tell you how much I love you," he said as he looked up at you, a tear of happiness falling down his cheek. "How much I love both of you. Forever," he said as he stood back up and held you once again.

You stood on your tiptoes so that your lips were close, one of your hands cupping his cheek as the other held his hand on your belly still, as you whispered back "It will always be us. Forever," before you kissed him in the most passionate and loving kiss.

Forever with him. Always.

The end.