I'm at my parent's home for the weekend, stretching towards the bright early morning sun streaming in through the lace curtains in my old room, feeli...g oxygen reach even to my tippy toes, giving my body a quick zing. I feel a warm sensation, a pulsing throb in my very womanly parts, and realize that my demons are not quite gone. Quickly banishing other intrusive thoughts from my mind I listen for sounds of mom or dad up in the house. I hold my breath for several seconds, finally exhaling when. The room we had in Monmouth House was separated from the other bedrooms by a long corridor, and so long as the bedroom windows were closed no one, other than a keen eared owl, would hear our shouts, shrieks, groans, moans, and shrill screams of pleasure. Opened windows, on the other hand, would have alerted the Night Watch.In November 1829, I received my annual ‘birthday present’ from Eloise de La Zouche that was the most threatening oneto date. I determined then to call in on John Stafford at. His gaze dropped to her breasts, taking in her hardened nipples. A strong, callused hand slid behind her, cupping the back of her neck. The other slid to the small of her back, pulling her against him. Aeryn gasped, the move brought her hard against his chest, her breasts pressing into him. His hips nudged her abdomen, and she felt the unmistakeable press of an erection. She had no idea what to do with her hands. As Wyatt’s hand slid to her ass and lifted her so they were perfectly aligned, her. ‘Please, show them in.’ The embassy filed into the throne room. Bishop Lambert led, with the others behind with eyes downcast. They halted a few steps away from the thrones. Abiron studied them. Lambert’s face was an inscrutable mask, hiding both the intelligence that lay within and whatever nervousness he might be feeling. Ulf’s face shifted between rage at the infidels that surrounded him and glee at the prospect of grinding them beneath him. Paul and Angela kept their eyes lowered, though.