He moved to help her up, and his hand touched her cheek, and slowly he traced the rosy hue. The Duke, motioned to the woman, and she stood, and turned...away quickly. As she strode across the room, her curls were shaking, with anger he suspected. The Duke called again to her. She stopped and with one hip balancing her basket turned slowly. ‘Wench did you not see the Lord wanted you to tarry a while?’ A threat beneath the simple words of the Duke, the men turned to look as well. ‘So sorry miLord,. Summer was in full bloom and the heat of the day had intensified the odors of animals and plants into a heady perfume. Vera breathed deep and smiled in anticipation of the night ahead. She wouldn’t remember it, she knew that, but it was nice to know that she was with Lucien. She knew that even as a wolf he wouldn’t let any harm come to her. Lucien stood behind her, arms wrapped around her waist. ‘Look,’ he said, pointing. ‘The moon’s rising.’ Vera could barely see the edge of the silver-white. Her eyes and mouth opened wider and wider as she realized the extent of pleasure flowing through her.But he didn't give her any chance to recover. Even while her climax was still washing over her, he rolled her from lying on her side to lying flat on her back, turning with her so he could lie on top without ever pulling out. Then he used his knees to spread her legs widely, enabling himself to thrust deeply and grind his hips into her from above.He grabbed her wrists and held them above her. Nothing new there. My work day was overloaded - like usual, I dropped my coffee and stained my shirt, ripped a stocking and the guy I've been trying to be semi-serious with is only interested in having a lay. Now, after being unable to decompress on my own, I'm sitting here on my couch with a bottle of Chardonnay and my largest - and favorite of late - wine glass while I try to write away my sorrows and frustrations. So, here goes: My life feels like a giant mess pile in a contractor trash.