***5 years earlier***
Tessa hummed to herself as she put a fresh bouquet of roses in a vase on the fireplace mantle. She tip toed on the stool she was on. She brushed away the small traces of dust and lost her footing. She let out a small gasp. Edge caught her effortlessly. Tessa let out a sigh of relief and sagged against him. Edge kissed her temple. "Careful, my darling. Wouldn't want to mar your beautiful face by falling on it now." Tessa smiled and turned to him. "Is that all you adore?" Edge seemed a bit taken aback. "No." He said shortly. When he didn't elaborate, Tessa nodded. She picked up a bouquet of Irises at her feet. "Im going to take them to Christopher's room now." Edge narrowed his eyes. "Okay." He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. Her hand caressed the side of his face. He moved away. "I love you, sweetness." Tessa grabbed and iris and ran it over his lips. "And I love you." She walked away. Edge watched after her and then turned to the fireplace. He took a rose from the vase. He smelt its fresh fragrance and held it gingerly before tossing it into the crackling fire.
Tessa held the irises close as she walked up the stone steps on the west wing. Chris was out--stalking his prey. She walked into the room. She walked in and headed for the vase of dead flowers on the stand by his bed. She placed the fresh flowers on the bed and was about the grab the dead ones when a voice drawled out behind her. "Do you always invite yourself into other men's rooms…" Tessa put her hands at her sides and didn't turn around. "I was…" "I know what you're doing…Edge tried to convince me it was our young Christian who was sending me flowers." Tessa turned. "Oh, no. Its me…you could have asked." Chris moved closer to her. "I could have…" Tessa turned to grab the flowers on the bed when Chris grabbed her arm. Tessa sighed and closed her eyes. Chris pulled her to him. He'd been holding back for so long…and to find her in his bedroom like this… "Tessa…do you know you haunt my dreams?" She opened her eyes. "Do I?" She paused. "You let me in them so its your own fault." He ran his hand up her arm. "I've dreamt of you…" He continued. "Just like this. In my room…my bed." Tessa backed away. "I have to go…Edge--" 'Is right behind the door' He thought. "Is busy." He stated. He advanced on her as she retreated. He took her hand and grazed his lips over her fingertips. "I love your fingers…" He slowly opened her hand and kissed it. "I love your palm…" He kissed her wrist. "I love your wrist…your elbow…" He brought her into his arms and gently pulled down the loose sleeve of her peasant shirt. "I love your shoulder." He kissed it. He was a hair breath away from her lips. His eyes bore into hers. "But most of all, you drive me mad when you speak, Tessa. Because Im beguiled by your lips." Tessa let out a small moan of surrender and brought her lips to his. She kissed him frantically. She was afraid of the consequences but afraid to stop. Her hands threaded through his hair as she let Chris take possession of her lips again and again. Chris brought her on his bed with the fragrance of iris all around them. He loomed over her--looking at her complete desire for him. Tessa brought her hand in his and put it over her heart. "You make it want to beat again." Chris kissed her through the fabric. "I want it to beat again…" He kissed her over her heart again while he looked into her eyes. Tessa brought him to her and kissed him passionately. She slowly took off her shirt and then his. The small embers of passion she had for Chris roared into a crackling fire with his lips on her skin…his hands in her hair…She called out his name for something she had never experienced. A love like this that she had never experienced. She ascended to a high level as Chris brought her there…with his hands…his mouth…him. Chris was so filled at this moment he thought he'd explode. No even in his dreams had being in her been this gratifying. As he continued to enter and leave her he found himself never wanting to let her go.
Edge stood rigid in the doorway. The anger in him was beyond words. To see his beautiful wife laying under his sire…writhing in desire…he wanted to kill them both in that instant. The expressions her saw cross her face filled him with an immense jealousy. He clenched his fists. How could his Tessa betray him so? He saw a stool not far from him. He could break of the leg and use it as a stake…His eyes flicked up to Tessa and Chris hearing their collective moans of pleasure. He paused and turned around, closing the door. Leaving them to betray him further.
Tessa hummed to herself as she put a fresh bouquet of roses in a vase on the fireplace mantle. She tip toed on the stool she was on. She brushed away the small traces of dust and lost her footing. She let out a small gasp. Edge caught her effortlessly. Tessa let out a sigh of relief and sagged against him. Edge kissed her temple. "Careful, my darling. Wouldn't want to mar your beautiful face by falling on it now." Tessa smiled and turned to him. "Is that all you adore?" Edge seemed a bit taken aback. "No." He said shortly. When he didn't elaborate, Tessa nodded. She picked up a bouquet of Irises at her feet. "Im going to take them to Christopher's room now." Edge narrowed his eyes. "Okay." He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. Her hand caressed the side of his face. He moved away. "I love you, sweetness." Tessa grabbed and iris and ran it over his lips. "And I love you." She walked away. Edge watched after her and then turned to the fireplace. He took a rose from the vase. He smelt its fresh fragrance and held it gingerly before tossing it into the crackling fire.
Tessa held the irises close as she walked up the stone steps on the west wing. Chris was out--stalking his prey. She walked into the room. She walked in and headed for the vase of dead flowers on the stand by his bed. She placed the fresh flowers on the bed and was about the grab the dead ones when a voice drawled out behind her. "Do you always invite yourself into other men's rooms…" Tessa put her hands at her sides and didn't turn around. "I was…" "I know what you're doing…Edge tried to convince me it was our young Christian who was sending me flowers." Tessa turned. "Oh, no. Its me…you could have asked." Chris moved closer to her. "I could have…" Tessa turned to grab the flowers on the bed when Chris grabbed her arm. Tessa sighed and closed her eyes. Chris pulled her to him. He'd been holding back for so long…and to find her in his bedroom like this… "Tessa…do you know you haunt my dreams?" She opened her eyes. "Do I?" She paused. "You let me in them so its your own fault." He ran his hand up her arm. "I've dreamt of you…" He continued. "Just like this. In my room…my bed." Tessa backed away. "I have to go…Edge--" 'Is right behind the door' He thought. "Is busy." He stated. He advanced on her as she retreated. He took her hand and grazed his lips over her fingertips. "I love your fingers…" He slowly opened her hand and kissed it. "I love your palm…" He kissed her wrist. "I love your wrist…your elbow…" He brought her into his arms and gently pulled down the loose sleeve of her peasant shirt. "I love your shoulder." He kissed it. He was a hair breath away from her lips. His eyes bore into hers. "But most of all, you drive me mad when you speak, Tessa. Because Im beguiled by your lips." Tessa let out a small moan of surrender and brought her lips to his. She kissed him frantically. She was afraid of the consequences but afraid to stop. Her hands threaded through his hair as she let Chris take possession of her lips again and again. Chris brought her on his bed with the fragrance of iris all around them. He loomed over her--looking at her complete desire for him. Tessa brought her hand in his and put it over her heart. "You make it want to beat again." Chris kissed her through the fabric. "I want it to beat again…" He kissed her over her heart again while he looked into her eyes. Tessa brought him to her and kissed him passionately. She slowly took off her shirt and then his. The small embers of passion she had for Chris roared into a crackling fire with his lips on her skin…his hands in her hair…She called out his name for something she had never experienced. A love like this that she had never experienced. She ascended to a high level as Chris brought her there…with his hands…his mouth…him. Chris was so filled at this moment he thought he'd explode. No even in his dreams had being in her been this gratifying. As he continued to enter and leave her he found himself never wanting to let her go.
Edge stood rigid in the doorway. The anger in him was beyond words. To see his beautiful wife laying under his sire…writhing in desire…he wanted to kill them both in that instant. The expressions her saw cross her face filled him with an immense jealousy. He clenched his fists. How could his Tessa betray him so? He saw a stool not far from him. He could break of the leg and use it as a stake…His eyes flicked up to Tessa and Chris hearing their collective moans of pleasure. He paused and turned around, closing the door. Leaving them to betray him further.