Author's Notes: Ashton and Markson share their love.

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~Sweetwaterspice

Chapter updated: 06/19/2020

A Gilded Cage Just For Me

Chapter Six

~Ashton

I knew the way to the room where I'd find Markson waiting for me like I knew my own face in the mirror. I could possibly find it blindfolded if I ever dared try. I had willed the hours to pass by quickly until I could be with him. True, things between us had become... more complicated especially since he'd asked me to marry him which absolutely scared the hell out of me. Never had I hoped of getting a proposal, let alone from a man who was a natural Two! Not that I never wanted to be married. I dreamed of that perhaps but never to a Two! And Markson's proposal had sent me into complete panic mode. It was too terrifying to consider. Terrifying to think that a part of me really wanted to love and grow old with Markson and another petrified that I would never be accepted among his kind.

We came from two very different worlds. And while he'd found his place among ours, I wasn't stupid enough to believe his would lay out the welcome mat for the likes of someone like me.

Although I had threatened ending our relationship if he ever spoke of marriage again, my heart however, was not done with this business. Markson drew me like a moth to a burning flame and I couldn't stay away even if it meant I would die in the end.

Skyler had warned me about getting too close to the handsome officer. But I'd waved off the warning, pointing out that I hadn't had the least bit of intent of romance. Besides, I'd never let my heart be foolhardy enough to fall in love with a Two of all people. It was harmless fun flirting with the guard. Why hadn't I listened to Skyler? My own self-assurance had proven to be my Achilles heel.

My chest could barely contain the drum of my heart. I was going to him and my excitement soared! I could barely feel my footfalls on the floor beneath me. My only regret was that I still wore my maid's uniform. I wished I could've worn a pretty dress or something more appropriate for the occasion— at least to greet him at first. But I had no choice but wearing the tiresome garment to remain inconspicuous. No one would stop to ask questions. They would assume I was about my duties as any good maid should. Still, the basket I carried did have a little surprise hidden under the linens.

My breast drummed with each step. I felt the heat of anticipation beneath the surface of my skin. I would make love to him— mad, passionate, carnal love, the type you make after a lovers' quarrel, the type you make when you feel like you've almost lost a part of yourself. These feelings... they were new and unexpected. And thrilling! The exhilaration made me forget what this could cost me in the end and hurl me further into an arena I was absolutely unprepared to fight.

An arena where rational thought and reality would clash with the possibility of a future unlike any I'd given myself a chance to consider. Markson was a wonderful man. Everything I had ever dreamed. I was the one with the problem, the one struggling to define what "we" were. I wanted it all and at the same time I was too stubborn to admit it. But with each step I took to meet him, my heart assured me it was too late. I was completely screwed.

My heart slammed as I turned the knob and stepped inside the room. Focusing on the moonlit room, its furnishings eerily covered in large white sheets, the faint glow of a candle danced on the ceiling giving the cold space a sense of warmth. Our secret lovers' nest was perfect. Located in the old servant's wing of the palace it served now more as a storage place. The wing was never patrolled and nary a soul ever wandered about. The large pieces of furniture gave us a nice barrier for our makeshift bed which was tucked near a far corner by the window— strategically hidden from view. A smile rose to my lips seeing it dressed with fluffy comforters under a cloud of pillows. My cheeks burned and a delicious sort of heat bloomed all over my body like coals being stoked as thoughts of what we'd be doing on it very soon flooded my mind.

The smile I wore spread wider. A single rose, my favorite flower, lay in the middle of the mattress. I set the basket aside. Leaning over I picked up the flower bringing the soft, velvety petals to my nose. It was perhaps the sweetest rose I'd ever smelled and I sighed, closing my eyes as the lovely scent traveled up my nostrils. It was just like him to make me feel delicate and beautiful.

"I was afraid you were going to change your mind." Although I should've been startled by his sudden appearance, his all too familiar voice only made my heart sprint. Shivers of delight razed through me as the baritone of his voice echoed around me. When he stepped forward from the shadows, the sight of him made my bones quiver. He had been standing there, watching me. That only made me hotter. I drew the outline of his broad shoulders under the light of the full moon. His muscular arms beneath his white, dress shirt, his narrow waist that flowed down to a pair of strong hips and masculine legs. The soft golden flame of the candle catching features of his handsome face.

"Not tonight." I said with a boldness I didn't think I possessed. My tone was sweetly provocative, unlike the maid's uniform I still wore.

He approached, taking my hand like it was a fragile thing and bringing it to his lips said, "I'm glad to hear that."

His mere touch sent an electric spark of lust to my senses. And when he looked at me like that, with the distinct twinkle of moonlight in his eyes, and a predator's gaze, I felt weak. I felt trapped. I couldn't devour him fast enough staring at him with a mixture of awe and hunger. What was he doing to me? It could have been a spell. A spell I couldn't break no matter how hard I'd tried. His eyes were locked unto mine and I felt so many different things— need, want, thirst, hunger…love? I swallowed.

He smiled. Such a beautiful, devastating smile. Gesturing to a wooden crate on the floor, "I brought us some dinner and…" he said.

"I'm not hungry," I interrupted at once, tossing the flower aside, my gaze not leaving his. This hunger, food would not satisfy. I closed the narrow space between us.

"Okay…how about some wine?"

"No thank you. Not thirsty either," I whispered in response, my gaze on him heavy, catching sight of the undone buttons of his shirt which now gaped in the middle, exposing a hint of skin. I leaned in, the tip of my nose ghosting along the line of his jaw. Inhaling, I brushed it over his, our lips only millimeters apart. His chest heaved as he wrapped his strong hands around my waist, giving me a little squeeze, sending a rush of desire through me.

"Sweetheart…" he said, his voice like gravel, "you're playing with fire."

I smiled inside. I wanted him to burn for me as much as I was for him. He leaned in to kiss me but avoiding his lips, swept my own across the opposite jaw, into his neck, taking another deep breath.

His masculine scent— the starchy smell of his shirt and clean soap, mingled with a touch of cologne and the hint of whiskey drugged me. I kissed him there, one feathered kiss and the growl I heard not only pleased me but sent a jolt of need to my clit. His hands crawled up my back pulling me to him. Our bodies were pressed together and the ache in the juncture of my thighs soaked my panties, prepping my body for him. My nipples strained within the confines of my bra, aching for his touch, his mouth. Lifting my head from his neck, my green eyes fixed on his, he attempted to kiss me a second time but again, I didn't let him. Not that I was being a tease by any means. But I well knew how deadly his kisses were and if I had allowed it, he would have me on my back in seconds.

I touched his lips. A couple of gentle fingers slowly sweeping over the bottom. He opened his mouth taking the tip of my index finger between his lips, giving the digit an erotic suck and did likewise to my middle finger. How devilish of him! He had increased the eagerness between my thighs a hundred-fold with such a simple action. I dreaded having to press the pause button on this foreplay but I had my own surprise.

"I'll be right back. Don't you go anywhere."

~Markson

I wasn't upset that she avoided my lips even though I wanted nothing more than to kiss her into oblivion. On the contrary, I found it damn hot playing a little cat and mouse; but what I also knew was that soon enough my patience would be rewarded with the sweetest mouth I had ever had the pleasure of kissing.

I reluctantly loosened my hold on her, asking her nonetheless where she was going? She merely replied with a kiss to her index finger that she then pressed to my lips. Truthfully, wild horses wouldn't drive me away. She picked up the basket she had brought along and I watched her round the corner of a large bureau and disappear into the darkness. I wasn't sure what to do. Should I undress? I decided against that not wanting to seem overly eager. But the pressure inside my trousers was fucking killing me. Un-tucking my shirt, I loosed the top button of my trousers and drew down the zipper a bit. I raked my fingers through my hair feeling a slight relief but I was nonetheless wound up.

Wine. Wine would ease me and temper the growing need I had to ravish Ashton. It seemed like months had passed since I last had her and I wasn't quite certain how much more control I could muster. I appraised I had done a fine job so far but there was only so much a man could take! It wasn't only a physical thing with Ashton. I was in love with her. I needed her like I needed my next breath. I wanted her to be mine forever but something was holding her back.

She had flat out refused my proposal. I never recalled my sisters feeling so indignant about marriage. From what I remembered, it was all they dreamed about. But the way Ashton reacted? As if I had committed some sort of egregious act by proposing we spend the rest of our lives together which was a fucking head scratcher. The month away had given me time to think about things. I kept coming back to the same conclusion— Ashton would be my wife. However, now I knew I had to tread lightly. I couldn't lose her. I would convince her that we were right together. That we were perfect. She was my girlfriend but that wasn't enough for me now. I wanted to make her happy, to give her the world. And I'd be damned if I would leave this place without her.

I quickly uncorked the bottle and poured myself a good measure of wine to settle down my eagerness and the thoughts swirling inside my head. It did the trick, that is until I nearly choked on the last sip of wine when she reappeared in nothing more than a scrap of sheer lace— sexy, sheer, black lace to be clear. Hot. Damn. It sinfully showcased every curve of her stunning body. I coughed, feeling the burning sensation of wine in the back of my throat and nose.

I had broken my sternum for sure. My chest ached. My heart had rammed into my bones. Aphrodite. She was Aphrodite in the flesh. A goddess in my presence ready to make love to a mere mortal man. If I thought my dick was hard before... now it felt liked damn granite; rock solid. How the hell she dare come out here looking like that and expect me to maintain any sort of self-control?!

I prided myself in being a well-trained military man who was no stranger to battle. My military training had taught me many things; self-control, patience— necessary facets in any survival scenario. I had been in many precarious situations before and had exercised those necessary skills then. But at this very moment, they seemed to be more of a challenge in exercise than fighting the Southern rebels! Shit.

Ashton gave a crooked smile noticing my reaction. She had never worn lingerie, so this was a whole new experience for the both of us. She looked feminine and sexual and by the look I knew I had cemented on my face, I seemed quite taken by it altogether. I ran a hand over my mouth, muffling a curse. There wasn't much there I wasn't privy to see as the sheer garment draped over the curves of her perfectly rounded breasts, the peaks of her nipples standing at full attention. The material fell just to her hips with a lacy fringe brushing against her firm thighs. The front gaped open like an upside down V, revealing her flat stomach and the triangle of a lacy panty. A single pull string tied between her bosoms held the sleeveless babydoll together. To my delight it wouldn't take any effort at all to take it off. I took that she understood quite well the flimsy thing would end up on the floor in a matter of seconds but it was worth the fuel she'd just cast into an already roaring fire. But I stood frozen, my feet anchored to the floor.

Finally, snapping to, I went to settle the wine glass down and nearly dropped the damn thing but quickly recovered. If there had been any doubt in her mind if I liked what I was looking at, that was enough of a reply as a tiny giggle escaped her. She smiled and began a languorous approach towards me.

~Ashton

He did like it. I couldn't help the giggle as he fumbled the wine glass. I smiled as I began to approach. I couldn't wait to get my hands on that hardened body of his. Once I stood directly in front of him, I watched how his eyes scanned me. I liked how he was taking it all in because this... this was all his. His breathing was heavy and I loved that I was causing him distress. My confidence soared. Snaking my bared arms around his shoulders and feeling his calloused hands sliding around my bare midriff, I whispered, "Do you like it?"

"Hell, yes." His response was immediate and his mouth dove in teasing me to open for him. I did and he wasted no time deepening the kiss with a full, passionate hunger. He moaned, pulling me tightly to him. Slender fingers slipped into his hair as he filled my mouth with his tongue, kissing me as if this would be our last night on earth.

I fisted his hair trying to hold on to reality as I felt myself being swept away by a torrent of desire, commanded by his luscious kiss. I ripped my mouth from his, knowing I had to keep the situation under relative control unless I wished this to be over in less than a few minutes. It wasn't going to be easy since his eyes flared with fire and unbridled desire. Timing was everything and any pause would swing the pendulum in his direction. So I took control.

The first line of attack was the sensitive area between his neck and ear where I kissed him. A slight flicker of my tongue on his earlobe elicited another deep moan from him. I slipped my hands between our bodies, raking my fingers down the front of his shirt as my lips moved on to his throat. Nimble fingers began work on the buttons which thankfully weren't many left to be undone. His smooth chest was quickly bared to me as I pushed open the curtain of his shirt. Once again, I softly raked my fingernails over his very defined pecs, my lustful eyes following the trail of my fingers down to the ripples of his abdomen. "God, you're so sexy," I uttered, kissing his jaw.

He'd turned his head to catch my mouth but I diverted on to his collarbone, softly moaning and sucking along the ridge of his clavicle. Drowning him with kisses I placed sensual ones down to his chest, my fingertips traveling over the points of his nipples soon replacing my touch with my mouth. He slid his hand into my hair, and I felt his stomach contract as my wet tongue teased his nipples. And that tongue began to venture lower, to his stomach, then to the area just below his navel. He watched as I sunk to my knees, my flat palms sliding up his chest, my face burying into his lower abdomen. Short, uneven breaths escaped him in anticipation of where I was going next.

Brushing my lips over the area below his navel just where the dusting trail of hair began, I could feel his full erection right under my chin. His trouser button and zipper had already been undone which made me smile inwardly. Gliding my hands down to the defined muscles of his thighs, I gave them a slight squeeze, loving the imprint of his masculine form pressed against my palms. I reached up to the waist of his trousers. Tucking my fingers inside, I pulled them down to his knees. I could barely contain my eagerness as I placed several kisses on his stomach. My hands wrapped around his firm ass and soon, I began to expose the contents hidden from my sight inside those black boxers.

~Markson

My head was spinning. I had never had a woman take this sort of control over me. And hearing her call me sexy— I'd never been called that before either and blood rushed to my very painful dick which now strained defiantly against the material of my boxers.

I watched her every move, both my hands buried deep in her hair. And when I felt her strip me down, I knew my control level had plummeted near zero. My patience was rewarded quickly, feeling the warmth of Ashton's mouth casing my cock. I groaned, my head dropping backwards as she took me in, deep. Her smooth lips traveled up and down my shaft, leaving a slick trail to which she returned time and time again. She halted her action momentarily to rid me off my pants and boxers completely and my dick twitched being the obscene bastard that he was, begging her to continue. And it felt so fucking good when she did. I nearly cried.

Along with the combination of her oral strokes, the brush of her nipples against my thighs elicited little shocks throughout my body. I wouldn't forgive myself ever again for letting an entire month pass without her oral stimulati. Her hair draped around me like a black curtain and I held it up by fistfuls watching her; not wanting to miss a second of this.

Ashton's mouth was relentless, tasting me as if this were her first time giving me head. Though, this was much better than the first time. I had been the only lover she'd ever had and her skill at love making had grown exponentially since then. I loved the little sounds of pleasure she made as my own rained down on her which encouraged her to continue on, not that she had any intentions on stopping I could tell. I knew it had been damn too long and she was starved. Working her tongue, her lips and mouth all over my now slicked cock and sucking the dangling orbs below, my girl was looking to quench her hunger all in one sitting. Her head moved vigorously over me and every inch of me was at her mercy.

Damn. She was bringing me deathly close to blow my load which would be great for me but I wasn't a selfish ass. So, setting a gentle hand under her chin while extricating myself from her sweet mouth, "Come here, love," I softly uttered, guiding her now by her elbows as she stood. I marveled at her and took a moment to appreciate her. Brushing my thumb over those lips, now swollen from sucking on my cock my eyes veered down to the swells of her plump breasts. Nipples hard as pebbles... I ran my thumb over the peak and watched as her mouth fell open. A rumble in the back of my throat sounded at how hot she looked when I touched her. Those curvaceous hips and full and round ass were now being surveyed by my hands and when I looked into those smoldering green eyes, my own heart burst. Ashton was a man's dream, though in my world, she was not a dream. She was my reality and all I wanted right now, was to make love to the reality standing in front of me; the woman who had somehow been able to heal my bruised heart.

~Ashton

I felt as if I were going to burst into flames as the touch of his strong hands rose from my bare, thong-clad bottom, up my naked back under the nighty, soon to cover the swollen mounds of my breasts. Heaving into his touch as his head bore into my bosom, Markson kissed my heated flesh, then flicked his tongue on my hardened nipples. There was a sense of inexplicable joy and relief feeling his mouth on me, sucking and kissing as one hand, not leaving the opposite breast without attention, fondled my perked nub before that breast also met its fate with an ardent kiss. Lustful moans of contentment filled our space as my fingers dove into his dark hair, pulling his head flush against my heaving chest, reveling in his desire.

Once he came back up from the valley of my bosom, Markson's lips coupled mine, as his fingers pulled on the string holding the sheer, little nighty together, loosening it. He pushed the garment down my arms, kissing the span between my neck and bare shoulder, and blazing a trail over my throat as my head fell back, baring the length of my neck. His lips marked their journey up to my jaw and soon recaptured my mouth. The garment fell at my feet, and wanting to feel his bare body against my own, I pushed his shirt as he assisted, shrugging it off.

He guided us down to the mattress. It gave under the weight of our bodies. "You're so fucking beautiful, Ashton," he whispered, almost worshipfully, sliding his fingers along my cheek as he hovered over me. His mouth found mine again. A wanton kiss. Then I heard myself moan as he left my lips and buried his nose between my breasts.

~Markson

I hadn't realized how much I had missed them. She felt just right in my hands, not too small or overly large as had been my previous experiences, but just right as I filled my palms and my mouth with her gorgeous tits. Slipping a hand between her legs, I felt how extremely wet she was already through her panty and her reaction to my touch encouraged me to keep it right there.

I moved to sit on my knees, stripping off the only barrier between us. I took another moment branding my memory with her striking body before going down on her. I had missed this part of her much, much more, I admitted to himself. She undulated under my mouth, her hands on the back of my head urging me to probe deeper with my tongue. Her back arched as I laved and worked on her inside and out, sucking her pleasure button. I gripped her thighs, controlling her as her hips pushed against my mouth. Her cries became louder and I had to pull back to quiet her down, fearing we could be heard. I chuckled as I surfaced, watching her blush.

"It's been awhile, you know," she teased back.

I smiled wicked. And a sense of ownership spread through me. She was mine and no one else's. I rose from between her legs, aligning our bodies. Pushing her legs apart father with my legs, I settled in between her thighs. She was so beautiful in every sense of the word. "Ashton..." I gazed at her, my heart open and vulnerable. 'I love you...can't you see it? I'll die without you.' Her green eyes were big, her pupils dilated, and I drowned myself in them. She kissed me. A breath swept across my mouth at the slightest brush of my erection against her entrance. The sight of that reaction made me shiver. I groaned and my patience snapped. In a full thrust I sank into her.

"Ahhhh… fuuuck!" I hissed, my cock swallowed by a cave of molten heat. I groaned again into her neck as I plunged into her again, surrendering myself into her delicious body. The sensation of me imbedded inside of her was heaven. Her walls began quivering instantly.

"Jeremy," she whispered in my ear, calling my name, her arms wrapping around my shoulders. The sound of my name on her lips made my body tremble. I'd never had this reaction with any other woman.

"God, I missed you so much, Ashton. Good God, I missed you," I declared softly against her jaw, as my body stroked her intimately. She had managed to rob me of my soul because only now did I feel it alive. I couldn't imagine this body pleasing another man and I damned well wasn't going to let that happen! I was hers whether she realized it or could admit to it or not. And I couldn't believe this had happened to me!

I had made an oath to myself that I, Jeremy Markson, would never fall for the guiles of another woman. Not after the shit I'd been put through. And yet, the way Ashton wrapped her arms and legs around me as I made love to her felt like tendrils weaving into my heart, into the depths of my being and I didn't want to unravel them. I had been caught and I was thrilled. I wasn't going to fight it.

We were lost in each other as we made love. The world outside of these walls had disappeared. I was consumed by Ashton. I didn't know myself any longer. I gripped fistfuls of her hair as I buried myself deeper. I was a jumble of emotions and trying to grasp their various meanings was useless. All I knew is that I loved her and I wanted to share not just my body but every part of my life with her. I wanted her at my side for eternity. And the knowledge that she had refused me almost broke something inside of me and my body responded as if to convince her how wrong she had been. My hips thrust harder now, my movements full of power and depth. I'd hit her G-Spot making her back arch and cry out in pleasure. I threaded our fingers, hoisting her arms high over her head as I poured everything I had into her, generously hard and with such a drive, I was afraid I would break her half. But my body out of desperation, willed me forward, pushing us both closer to the edge.

"I love you, Ashton. I love you."

There I'd said it. Damn, my stupid mouth! The words came so freely, they only seemed right to say. She wouldn't be happy but I was a man in love. Could she really fault me for making me fall in love with her?

~Ashton

I was lost in him, my pussy flooding shamefully so, as he filled me repeatedly. This was too much. I couldn't let myself fall in love with this man no matter how great a lover he was. Not that I had anything to compare him with and at the same time, I didn't want to. But the way he made me feel— this was perfection. But as he declared his love once again it was as if a tidal wave had swept me from my feet.

No...I...couldn't...I...I...

Fight as I was, my heart confirmed it to me as clear as the moon outside, it was too late for me. How did I allow this to happen? How could I have been so careless? I was in love with him! Unequivocally. But I didn't have to tell him. He didn't have to know. I couldn't afford heartbreak, not in this place. I had seen heartbreak first hand, what it had done to Lucy and the picture wasn't pretty. Tears welled in my eyes as I held on to Jeremy, letting myself be carried away by the wings of his love. These moments were precious, special; they were forever in my heart even if they wouldn't be in my life. Why did he have to be a damned Two?!

I heard myself cry out. I had been catapulted into heaven! Bright lights bathed me as the heavenly heights opened in a flash, blinding white, then burst into a sea of colors and now I was falling through the clouds into a realm of pure delight. The cloud mass consumed me, covering my entire body in a blanket of ecstasy as I continued my descent. I was like a bird flying; yes, I was flying in mid-heaven, the world flashing before my eyes, an array of colors and hues. I slowly descended until my feet touched the earthly realm only to collapse beneath me, too weak to stand. Jeremy's voice had mingled with my own and I felt his body stiffen as he joined me in that flight and he too buckled under the power of it, his face buried in my neck, our bodies' slick with sweat.

I laid on Markson's bare chest, listening to the beat of his heart, a heart that had pledged love for me and a heart I knew I could love forever if I'd only let myself.

And I had allowed myself to consider it. What it would be like to have him like this every night? To wake in his arms? To be adored by him? To share moonlit walks and romantic dinners? To carry his children? All I had to do was say, yes, if he'd ever proposed to me again. Which was doubtful. I scoffed at myself. Fat chance of that happening again.

But even if he did propose again how could this ever work? He was a Two, a natural Two and I was a lowly Six. Realizing now that I was in love with him, only made my decision that more difficult.

Pulling myself and my thoughts together, I smiled, watching as our fingers, like little tentacles, weaved between the others. A sense of contentment and happiness filled me. Jeremy was more than I'd ever dreamed. He was not only gorgeous and a great lover, but was tender of heart and at the same time as masculine of a man as I'd ever seen.

"Did you miss me while I was gone?" he asked, drawing my attention away from my inner thoughts.

I couldn't help a chuckle. "I think I made that quite obvious."

He echoed my quiet laughter and kissed the top of my head. "And I enjoyed every second," he admitted, "but that's not what I was talking about."

I shifted so my head now rested on his shoulder. My eyes raised to meet his, bouncing with joy and yet my words, though sweetly spoken, wouldn't let on. "And exactly, what are you talking about?"

"You know…just…having me so far away, for so long…"

I raised on one elbow and raked my fingers through his hair. My eyes soaked in his features, but most of all, my heart devoured his words. My lips lowered to his, in a feathered kiss. "I did."

It wasn't a confession of love but his smile told me he felt hopeful. The manner in which I had greeted him earlier today and now hearing me admit I did miss him, I could understand why.

"I'm glad." He ran a hand down my arm and rested it on my hip. I loved the feel of his calloused hands on my body. "I hated being away from you," he sighed.

"But what a privilege, Jeremy," I smiled at him. "You were actually able to meet some of the Selected! Tell, me, where they beautiful?"

"Not as beautiful as you."

"Seriously." He made me blush.

"I am being serious! You're drop dead gorgeous," he said, his fingers gently touching my hair.

"You're exaggerating," I smiled, my eyes dropping to his chest, where I'd laid my hand. "I'm ordinary at best."

"Not at all. I'm sure Prince Maxon would pick you, hands down." He lifted my chin with a finger. "But I know now at least I have a shot."

I didn't confirm or deny this. All I could muster was a smile. He didn't press the issue again and I was glad. There was a moment of silence as if we were both analyzing, allowing each other to weigh the matter of our relationship. But it was beginning to make me uncomfortable.

Breaking our silence, I commented on the limited amount of time we would have once the Selection began and the draft soon after. He promised to make time no matter the hour. I bit my bottom lip, liking the way he wasn't going to let things just go by the wayside no matter our schedules.

He made me smile as our conversation veered from business to bed-talk. Flutters tickled my heart as he told me how he longed to make love to me again, how he loved the sheer little nighty I had surprised him with, how damned hot I looked, and stealthily kissing my shoulder, over my long neck, began to melt me. My body flared in a flash.

His hand slid between my thighs, his fingers finding me already very wet. He moaned at the feel of my slickness, slipping his fingers between my folds and he bathed them in my sweet nectar. I cooed as he began fondling my clit, bringing me such joy I had to bite my bottom lip hard just to keep myself from crying out. Pressing my mouth against his, I tugged his bottom lip but a gasp escaped me as he delved into my heat with a finger and then a second. Brazenly, my pelvis moved into his touch as he fingered me but after a minute, his dick, engorged and very much eager, willed his withdrawal. He shifted, and with a smooth motion, brought me over him to straddle him. I knew what to do as I raised my bottom and slowly sank over him, my heated, velvet sheath wrapping him whole.

His hand cupped my ass, guiding my motions over his slicked shaft. Resting my hands on either side of his head I allowed him to control my rise and fall but a certain fire, white-hot, welled in me and the second his manhood hit my sweet spot, my explosion was immediate. I cried out, impaling myself hungrily against him, devouring him repeatedly with unforgiving gusto. I sat up, back arched, hands clamped on his thighs, my breasts bouncing as my voice, bursting with pleasure consumed our space. "Oh God! Ooooh God!" I cried, my orgasm ripping through me.

Markson grabbed my hips hard as his climax ripped through him and powerfully released his seed inside me.

I was shaking, falling over him. My limbs weren't a part of me anymore. I was dizzy, and the room was spinning around me. He cradled my face in his large hands and looked at me with those gorgeous chocolate eyes, but my head was still spinning. He kissed me and smiled widely.

Once I came to, I gave an embarrassed laugh. "I don't know what came over me," and hid my face into the crook of his neck.

He embraced me as he chuckled. "You missed me."

What did you think? Hottest Guard/Maid combination? I love these two. Any suggestions for a ship name? :p

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Special Shout-Outs:

*Supergirls2008 - I like that Hector's reaction to Skyler's rejection was to punch a wall out of frustration :P Markson is still my favorite though... I like how much he seems to care about Ashton! I hope she give him a chance, cant wait to see the date.

and aspen. just saying :P

I loved Hector's reaction too! More of him to come later :p And Markson is my favorite guard as well. I tell you, our tastes in fanfiction men are just too similar :p

You and your Aspen obsession! He'll get here before you know it and you can have him all to yourself!

*MastaGamerita - As much as I hate mean girls, it's nice that Skyler gets a love interest, too. I'm rooting for you, Hector! You'll get her eventually!

Sebastian. I will find you. And kill you.

Skyler is a tough cookie. We'll see if Hector can win her over. As for Sebastian...well...you may want to hurry!

Don't forget to check out my Author's Notes of my story "At Last" for further comments on Chapter 6!

Chapter Seven...

Coming Soon!