Countess of Desire (The Young Ancients Erotic Moments Book 1)

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Author: P.S. Power
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cold room meant to remind one of a mausoleum.
That wasn't an accident either.
    When all you
really had as a weapon was death, or the threat of it, a gentle reminder could
go a long way.
    For the time
being however, Maria just brushed gently at her lovely blonde hair, and got the
idiot with her out of the room. He was much taller than she was, but, she
thought, Riven actually had enough going on in his head to understand that not
being in her husband's presence at the moment was a fine idea.
    The trip to her
entertainment room, a separate place than where she slept most nights, took
about five minutes. The Villa was as large as King Richard's own palace, after
all. It was actually larger , but even if you were in rebellion, it
wasn't considered to be in good taste to mention that sort of thing. The
monarch wasn't half as vain or foolish that way as some nobles were, but there
was no particular use in pushing him in foolish or petty matters either.
    The room she
guided Riven to was familiar enough to him. He'd come to visit with her at
least twenty times over the last years, and they'd done almost everything that
a man and woman could do without getting into things that even she thought of
as distasteful. Her mouth had touched every portion of his body, except for the
back of his elbows, she was almost certain. His had done very similar things on
her body, so it wasn't just her being used for her skills and looks at least.
That wouldn't have worked for her. She was a Countess, and while she was
willing to make certain her friends had a good time, that had to be a two way
street, or else what was the point?
    Riven relaxed
greatly when she turned and shut the heavy door. The room had very thick walls,
made to hold sound well enough. As he started to speak, she held a delicate
finger to her red lips.
    "Let’s
move to the bed?" Her words came out in a husky tone that would signal
most men as to what was coming. Without pause she tapped at the front of her
gown, focusing hard to turn off the amulet underneath the appearance of cloth.
    Not everyone
could do that kind of thing, but she'd practiced, having seen it done by
several Wizards that she'd met. It wasn't as interesting as if she could have
managed it without making the physical motion, but Riven was impressed enough,
she thought. Most would have had to take the amulet out and physically hit it,
to make anything happen like that.
    Then, he wasn't
really paying attention to how she'd gotten naked, was he?
    No, his eyes
lingered on her. A form he may have seen before, but one that was, she knew,
worth taking in. Her nipples, a soft brown color, hardened under his gaze. It
showed arousal, which at the moment she hadn't been certain she could manage
for him. There it was however. A man looking at her like that got her body to
start responding, without hesitation. Even if she was halfway to livid about
what he’d done.
    She'd always
been like that. Even as a young woman, she'd loved to be looked at. To be
touched gently. Caressed, and then taken. It didn't even matter to her how that
last bit happened. As long as it didn't hurt too much, Maria always felt
herself ready.
    Reaching to her
own soft breast, which was of better than middling size, if not huge, she felt
herself, and stroked around the hardened point so gently the flesh barely
moved. The sensation was intense however, making her whole body respond.
    Moving to the
very large bed, which had a wonderful privacy canopy over it, built to keep
prying eyes from seeing too much, if that wasn't desirable, Maria bent over it,
knowing that Riven would have to look directly at her behind while she did. It
was, she'd heard, a nice thing to see. Slightly too pear shaped for her liking
in a dress, but out of one it certainly caught people's attention.
    She lingered on
the soft satin coverlet, letting her lover’s gaze touch each part of her that
he could see.
    Then, turning
to look over her own shoulder, her hair tossed to the side

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