Chapter 5. Fragrance

They were about to arrive at the Palace, but she was still engrossed in his face. He could feel her body and breath just an inch away from him, but still, he didn't make a move to wake up.

'Just a bit more,' he thought.

However, the driver stopped the carriage right that very moment, and her face that was observing him as if he were a rare specimen was so distracted that she lost her balance and ended up in his embrace, touching his lips with her soft ones.

He opened his eyes in surprise, a delighted surprise.

"I… I am sorry, I didn't mean to…" She moved back, but he grabbed her waist hard pressing her to his chest.

"I didn't know you were so proactive, wife." He whispered in her ear, sending shivers to her spine.

"I... I wasn't! It was not on purpose."

She tried to push him from her, but he kept his hold on her tiny waist. Her veil had long gone and the view of her marvelous face was all he could see, 'Fascinating.'

Even closer, she looked like a stunning painting, delicate and worthy to observe and touch. However, the fragrant smell from her body was what he found more outstanding.

'This is addictive,' he wondered if all witches from Luriem smelled the same. It was like a garden of flowers, fresh and warm.

"What... wait!"

His hands traveled instinctively to her hair caressing it with his long fingers. It was so soft and beautiful that he could only marvel at the touch. Then he noticed her white soft skin uncovered in her collarbone and neck. His eyes narrowed, and he pressed her even more to his chest, feeling the softness.

"Hey, stop it!" She struggled. She thought she woke him up with the bump, and maybe he would begin another shameless move to retaliate against her. How right she was. His misbehaving hands were going down her hair and to her waist, and she almost jumped from the heated feeling. "Let go, you shameless man!" She hit his chest.

"Wife, you were the one starting it." He whispered in her ear while lowering down his mouth to her neck. "Don't go back on your actions..."

"You!"

He caressed her back while she was completely leaning in his chest. Even with all her struggle, she couldn't do anything as her tight dress didn't help her move. Only a little push from her weak hands was helping her still his chest.

Yet, what he did next, sent her a shock to her skin, making her stop any movement as she was so shocked. The man had lowered the strap of her dress to uncover her white shoulder. Making him see her collarbone and the beginning of her chest.

"Stop..." When his hot fingers caressed her bare skin she tensed her body. He was so strong that it was impossible to push him out and his lips were already approaching her.

"What… what are you doing?!" She yelled and hit him harder. "Stop it, you shameless man!"

"Don't move…" He whispered in her ear lowering his nose carefully to her neck, inhaling the soft aroma, his fingers were lowering bit by bit the dress letting him see more of her skin. "You smell so... so good… do all of you smell like this?"

"What are you saying? I don't understand." She felt his nose breathing near her. "Let go…" Her anxious heart was beating faster.

"What about the taste?" He said intoxicated in her fragrance.

"What?!"

He lowered his mouth to her neck and kissed her lovely skin.

"No…"

He lowered the other shoulder strap, and she couldn't even move, as she was in a state of shock. She didn't know what to respond.

His mouth was leaving soft kisses on her long porcelain neck traveling down bit by bit. He seemed to be looking forward to the next part as he could see the start of her ample front.

"Don't… please... stop it, now!"

Every kiss made her senses into a wave of excitement. She was even trembling, however, she didn't know if it was out of fear or from expectation.

He was about to go deeper when a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Then another knock.

"Brother Liam, are you not coming down? Brother Liam?"

The voice of a woman stopped the passionate moment. Emma had even some tears threatening to fall and her dress was so disheveled and almost about to uncover her front that just a bit more, and he would be able to see everything.

'Sigh... what a pity,' he thought.

Her cute red face and the traces of kisses on her neck were taunting his patience.

"Aren't you moving?" she whispered in a soft timid voice.

A light smile showed up on his face when hearing her words. 'This woman… it may not be bad to keep her with me for a while.'

"Brother Liam?"

Again the knocks and the yell from the woman outside.

"Can you let me go, now?" Emma asked softly again. Her eyes blinked at him pitifully.

He helped her tie her dress again and even put on her veil leaving her astonished. His gentleness was something she didn't expect at that moment, when he had become such a beast.

"Don't be sad, my wife," he whispered, "we have a long night to continue."

Her face showed a pure red color starting from her neck. "You shameless Duke! Beast!"

The shyness she felt transformed instantly into anger and frustration. The man had dared to humiliate her again.

She narrowed her eyes and as she was still in his lap, she got the perfect chance to send a hard slap to his cheek.

He looked at her in astonishment.

"You deserve it!" she said controlling her voice. She felt a bit triumphant but, at the same time, a fear from her deeds sent shivers to her back.

"Haha…haha," He let go of a small laugh, he didn't see that coming. "You sure are looking to be punished, wife."