"We have a lot of estates with different tenants and farms." Atlas whispered, cupping her face as he kissed her.

"We do?" Lavender whispered, kissing his neck as she straddled him on his chair.

Atlas moaned and nodded as his hands drifted down her back. "Yes, and overseers and sometimes people----" he cut off his words and kissed her deeply as he grabbed her ass. "Get greedy and we have to fix it." He groaned the last two words as he threw his head back and stared at the ceiling.

His wife had pulled out his dick with determination.

When Lavender had asked him to explain what it was he actually did on his errands and meetings with different people in different areas. She'd been attentive for about half an hour until the moment she sat on his lap. He'd lost his train of thoughts as his need for her coursed through his body.

"And that's all your order of business?" she asked moving her hand up and down his length with a tight grip.

Atlas' lips parted as he stared down and moved his hips in the same rhythm. "No. Well Matthew actually suggest we invest in an industry. We're thinking coal-------fuck Lavender!" He wrapped his arms around her pulling her flush against his body as he kissed her. His hand slid between her parted thighs. Fingers immediately moistened by her arousal. His mouth entranced her at a constant pull and suck motion as his fingers slid through her folds, so warm and soft and inviting. His index finger circled her clit as his middle finger slid a little further down. Finding the entrance it sought it slowly entered her as he slipped his tongue in her mouth.

Lavender moved her hips as she kept kissing him. He was doing something different. So different, but it didn't hurt. She felt his finger slowly pull out and with the same speed enter her once more. She moaned into his kiss. Something really different. She just needed a little more----Lavender moaned as she rolled her hip, her hand moving faster on his shaft.

Atlas bit her lip as he tugged it between his teeth. He kissed his way down her neck and sucked the tender flesh as he slid his finger in and out of her. Her moans in his ear caused him to add his ring finger to the equation. His wife rolled her hips back and forth, her eyes closing. Atlas pressed his face against her neck as he moved his fingers faster. After a couple seconds he moved his hand and added index finger inside her, spreading them slightly, moving around her walls.

Lavender panted as her arms wrapped around his neck tightly.

"You like it?" He whispered breathlessly. "You like it love?"

Lavender nodded as Atlas lowered his head more, moving her back slightly as he bit her breast and sought her nipple through the thin material.

"Trust me..." He whispered, his voice laced with desire as he slipped his fingers out of her. "Trust me, please...." he brought his head all the way up and kissed her. "I need you...." He breathed against her lips and kissed her again.

Lavender matched his kiss as she rocked her hips, his hand moving between their bodies. They deepened the kiss, their tongues teasingly stroking the other. She felt him press his smooth flesh against her. It was automatic the way her body froze.

Atlas pulled back, but she quickly wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and kissed him more. Her thighs squeezing around him, wanting him to continue.

For lack of air, they broke the kiss panting. She could feel him sliding the head of his dick back and forth over her entrance.

Lavender moaned and opened her eyes. He was watching her intensely. His mouth parted as he slid his dick slower, applying more pressure. Atlas bit his bottom lip and groaned.

"You're so wet..." he closed his eyes and panted as he threw his head back. "So....wet...." he brought his head forward and tilted it slightly so their foreheads rested together. "Bumblebee...." He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes as she watched him, their noses touching slightly. "Stop me now, or I'm afraid, I will not be able to stop..."

She took a deep breath, her hips pressing down on him. Her body buzzing with pleasure laced with anxiety. It's okay. It's him. It's okay, even if it hurts. It's Atlas...it's Atlas. She smiled. "Do not stop my Lord..." She whispered.

He licked his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes tighter as he poked her entrance. "Relax...." He whispered, though neither were sure if it were meant for Lavender or himself. They moved their heads slightly to the side, their lips enclosing over the other as he slid slowly inside her. Filling her inch by inch, but she was so wet, it was an effortless intrusion.

"God...."Atlas gasped as he continued arching his hip into her. He inhaled sharply and grabbed her hips. Finally he opened his eyes to stare at her. "Are you okay?" He whispered voice uneven.

Lavender nodded. "A bit.....strange...." She admitted.

Atlas pulled out very slowly to his tip and then filled her once more inch by inch. "You're so wet." He whispered against her lips as his hand on her waist directed her body, slowly and patiently.

Lavender smiled and followed his lead, their movements a simple drawn out rocking back and forth. She squeezed her thighs and Atlas moaned, speeding up slightly. They smiled and kissed each other softly. Curious she rolled her hips. His groan as his hand tightened around her caused her to smile. His hands aiding her hips up and down his length slightly faster.

She pressed her tongue against his and moved her hips again. Pressing down against him she felt him dig deeper inside her. She stopped slightly and turned her lips against. She lifted her ass and brought it back down slowly. Moving her thighs, she shifted just a fraction to the right and moaned, feeling her pussy throb.

Lavender opened her eyes, her lips parted as she stared right back into Atlas dark grey eyes. She moved her hips again how she'd just done. His hands still on her, he no longer directed as he followed her lead, letting her role and bounce experimentally on his dick.

Then his wife's moaning grew louder and her rocking faster. "This feels....really good..." She whispered, her body movement would put a serpent to shame.

"Good." He whispered back slowly, picking up the pace slightly as he slid in and out of her.

Lavender's chest rose and fell as wet sounds filled the room. Her unrestrained moans taking over his senses.

He gripped her hips above him, His waist thrusting faster upwards as he watched her carefully. He slowed down and moved her hips in a circular motion above him. Atlas gritted his teeth as her chin lifted to the sky, her mouth parting in shock.

He smiled as moved faster. Her walls clenching around him.

"A--At----Atlas...." she gasped, holding on to him.

"Cum for me." He whispered, holding her tight, his eyes trained on her, refusing to miss a second of her orgasming on his dick. He fucked her harder and deeper and watched in pleasure as her pussy throbbed around him. Whimpering and moans filling her vocal cords as she bucked along with him. Her eyes shut tight. "OHMY----ohMy----ohmygod....."

"Just like that...." He moaned as he continued his pace through it until she became limp almost falling back if he hadn't caught her in time.

Atlas stopped moving his hips and hugged her to him as her body shivered against him. Her outburst turning into small whimpers and much needed inhaling.

It took her a couple seconds for her body to regulate itself. She lifted her head to him in confusion. Lips parted and eyes seemingly glazed over.

Atlas' slowly lifted her hip up and brought it back down with the same precision as he slid in and out of her again. His dick, just as hard, just as throbbing. He smiled at her and she kissed his bottom lip.

"Oh my God..." she whispered.

Atlas kept his slow rhythm as he watched her with the warmest of expressions on his face. "Did you like that?"

Lavender responded by kissing him passionately. He smiled against her lips and kissed her back. This...this is what it was supposed to feel like. Her body had felt electric. And now as he kissed her and moved in and out of her the feeling was returning once more. She moved her hips to match his thrusts. She noticed his moans of approval every time she did so. She squeezed her thighs against his hips as rocked above him. His hands now grabbing her ass through her dress, and seemingly scooping her into him. His member rubbing against her walls, the ridges on his dick making each movement elicit a moan from her.

"So tight and so wet." He whispered against her neck as he held her hips and thrusted rapidly inside her before slowing down and resuming his slow strokes. "Perfect, so fucking perfect..." He trailed his lips against her collarbone. He thrusted deeper, his breathing harsher as he kissed her chest. Her top half moving back slightly to give him access to her breasts as her ass scooted closer, allow him an even better angle.

He closed his eyes and sucked her nipple through her dress, biting slightly on the erect nub. Lavender gasped, the sensation shooting directly to her pulsating center. Her body seemingly overflowing with senses. She moved her hips faster and he followed suit. This time his grip a little tighter.

He lifted his head to look at her. "Cum for me again." He whispered.

Lavender let go as he fucked her faster. "Atlas....Atlas.....god.....please...." she straightened her back and put her hands on his chest, rocking her hips to follow him, she rolled into him.

Her husband gripped her thighs, his lips parted as stared at her. Eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion. "Laven-----" He swallowed hard.

Her eyes closed on it's on accord as she bounced up and down on him. Each second bringing her closer and closer to the sensation she had experience just 10 minutes prior. "Please....yes....."

Atlas groaned loudly as he pressed his face against her neck. His hips moving uncontrollably. "UUhhhhh......aahhh......uuuhhh....."

Fuck! This was different! Lavender cried out as a new sensation exploded inside her. Their climax had them clinging to each other, eyes squeezed shut. Atlas sinking balls deep into her as his dick twitched every drop of his seed. They moved their heads blindly, lips sucking on each other once more.

A couple seconds later they both slowed down, exhaustion flowing over their bodies as they held each other softly. Unable to talk, only their heavy breathing now filled the room.

Moppy lifted his head curiously from the couch. He stood and wagged around happily in a circle before sitting back down in contentment that his masters were happy.

There was a loud knock at the door. "My Lord, Sir Jacobs is here for his quarter past three meeting."

Lavender's eyes widened. "I forgot." She whispered, covering her mouth.

"Tell him to come back tomorrow, I'm fucking my wife!" Atlas called back.

Lavender gasped, but through the door Vera's reaction was even louder. "My Lord!"

Embarrassed, Lavender laughed and buried her face in the crook of his neck. She felt his dick grow limp, slowly sliding out as she moved her hips.

Atlas stopped her. "I was serious." He whispered against her ear. Her eyes shot open. "Would you like to do it again bumblebee?"

She lifted her head. "Are you not a tadbit sore?"

He blinked in confusion and then quickly straightened up. "Yes. Yes." He responded fast. "Slightly sore...maybe we should rest...." he stared at her apologetically. "Sorry, I didn't----"

"No...I mean...."

"Of course you're sore----"

"But not a bad sore----" she replied quickly. "I mean I would do it-----"

Atlas laughed and cupped her face as he kissed her soundly. "No, I need to give you some time." he kissed her again. "I'll go see Sir Jacobs...and...." he smiled. "Maybe....see you for afternoon tea?"

Lavender nodded happily as she kissed him back. "And what would you like for afternoon tea my Lord?"

He bit his bottom lip, his eyes boring into hers with lust. His dick hardened beneath her. "To cum inside you again."

**

"A'ight your Grace, believes we prepared to set sail."

Pablo turned to Captain Flaming. He nodded to the 55 year old man with the long shaggy grey hair and just as grey beard. "To Sardinia..." He exhaled. "Home sweet home...." he whispered under his breath. He stared out at the dock as Captain Flaming shouted orders to the crew.

He didn't know what he was looking for, nor what he expected to find. But nonetheless as he scanned the faces on the dock as the ship pulled away he shoved away the lingering sense of regret.

"Your Grace you cannot enter----"

"Sara....Sara...." Pablo rushed to his wife's bed. His heart racing as he watched her small body looking even smaller in her white night dress. The material clung to her wet body, her legs propped up, blood overflowing on the bed, the nurse and doctor scrambling, shouting orders.

Sara weakly turned her head to her husband. "I---can't----" she whispered breathlessly. Her face sullen, eyes red from her tears.

"Push your grace, one more push." The doctor encouraged, but even his voice was full of doubt.

Pablo kissed her wet forehead. "It's okay il mio amore..." He whispered. "It will be fine." he kissed her hard, as his tears mixed with her. "Just live for me, just for me...please."

Sara tried to smile.

"One push! Just one more! Your grace."

Sara gritted her teeth and screamed as she pushed. Her grip tightening on Pablo's hand which he kissed lovingly.

Silence filled the room as the nurse looked at the doctor and vice versa. Sara panted softly, her grip loosening. "Is he here?" she whispered her eyes closing.

Pablo not having heard a sound looked back. The doctor lowered his gaze and he watched as the nurse quickly covered the purple-hued baby with tears in her eyes.

"Yes." Pablo whispered, his bottom lip trembling as he squeezed her hand in encouragement.

"A boy?"

The duke nodded as he caressed her face. Warm tears running down his cheek.

"An heir?"

He nodded, smiling painfully at her. "Mio amore...."He whispered kissing her. "Stay with me."

Sara smiled and let her body relax.

The Duke shook his head. "No....no....Sara...."

The Duke slowly opened his eyes, a heavy presence falling over him. The castle was too big. The paintings, the hallways the chambers haunted him. He sighed.

Taking a step back, the frantic waving from the distant dock brought his attention. They were too far away that he couldn't make out what the guy------no Robert that was Robert Worthington. He couldn't make out what Robert Worthington was yelling as he waved his arms back and forth desperately trying to be seen.

Pablo squinted and waved back.

"Should we turn back your grace?" Captain Flaming called back as the ship turned.

Robert Worthington rested his hands on top of his head in defeat as the ship sailed further away from the docks.

"No." Pablo replied. He was pretty sure it was a letter or parcel from Lizzie Worthington. He chuckled to himself. They were all the same those Worthingtons. Right down to the stubborn, outspoken little sister. He stared at the water.

Sitting in his box that night, it had been the first time since Sara that a simple smile had caught his attention. It hadn't even been targeted to him. She'd been talking with her brothers . But the way those hazel eyes had lit up, the softness of her skin, the movements of those pink puckered lips, his body's reaction had caught him off guard.

And when she looked his way and their eyes met just for a second his heart skipped one beat. He looked away in shame. No.

And he had thought no was enough. But he should have known she was a Worthington. Just like their father, the entire lot did not understand the meaning of that word if it didn't pertain to their own satisfaction. So he avoided her, the best he could. Until he couldn't. Until she'd grabbed his coat and kissed him. Soft needy lips pressed against him. He had not kissed another woman since Sara. The whores and the widowed Lady Sophia's lips found their place elsewhere on his body.

Desire he'd buried and a strange ancient feeling had crept up that night. And she walked away, teasing him just as coyly as Sara had done during her debut.

He sighed, but it didn't matter. It was over with. He shouldn't have to return to London in the next couple of years anyways.

"What in bloody hell is going on me here ship!" Captain Flaming hollered down deck.

Pablo turned his attention to the usually calm crew he'd hired over the years. The commotion made him walk down the stairs to the crowd of guys surrounding Emmanuel, one of his most trusted guards.

"Che, c'e Emmanuel?" The Duke of Jensen made his way towards them.

Emmanuel turned around shaking a slim, kid in a slightly oversized expensive traveling attire with a gray hat perched low on his head.

"Questo ragazzino sta sconfinando." Emmanuel shook him angrily.

"Ow...ow...." The kid muttered trying to pull away.

Pablo sighed. "You're just a kid....why are you stowing away on a ship to Italy?"

The boy lowered his head and shrugged.

The Duke stared at him momentarily a strange urge to see the young teen's face. "Well, I don't give passage for free." He nodded at Emmanuel. "Release him, let him work below docks."

"Thank you----" the boy coughed and lowered his voice. "Thank you, your grace, but I have money. I will pay."

Pablo turned around in amusement at the kid trying to seem more manly. "Don't thank me just yet. You're going to need that money in Sardinia."

"Let's go stowaway." Emmanuel grumbled.

The young teen winced as he almost fell, as the older bulkier guy dragged him off. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

"Next time, I so much as see you look at the Duke's quarters again, I'll cut off your balls." Emmanuel warned.

Pablo tilted his head to the side as he watched the young boy. He shook his head and chuckled. The poor kid walked like an awkward duck, trying to imitate Emmanuel's long strides.

"And give me that." Emmanuel growled as he ripped the hat off the skinny boy's head to reveal a rather raggedy, uneven haircut that did not at all match the expensive clothes he wore.

"Hey that's mine!" the boy protested actually jumping up to try and snatch the hat back. Emmanuel pushed him away. It was merely a slight tap, but the kid actually fell back, wailing as he tried to keep his balance.

"Non più." Emmanuel responded as he kept walking.

The little boy looked back but quickly averted his head, placing his slender hand over the side of his face, having seen the duke watching him. He scrambled up and hugged his clothes tighter. His hand feeling on the side of his pants as he rushed forward to follow Emmanuel.

Pablo shook his head. The kid was a living and breathing target, with his expensive clothes and clearly by the way he held the side of his pants indicating the money he had for his travels. It will be gone by the night, if not in an hour or so.

He sighed and made his way to his quarters.

**