Robert did a side step, letting Ella walk in. The sweet gentle scent of rose sneaked into his nostrils and he closed his eyes savouring everything inch of it. Shutting the door softly, he watched her move deeper into the room. The roundness of her bottom was visible under the silk chemise and Robert's erection grew harder.

Hold it in, Robert. She's too innocent for whatever you're thinking of.

"You can sleep on the bed," he said, walking over to his armchair, and sitting down on the dark cushion. He was looking for every way possible not to look at her tempting body. "I'll sleep on the chair."

His sheets shuffled and he peered over his shoulder to see her lie down over his white bed sheet. She had crossed one thigh over the other, making the thickness spread. She is here to sleep, nothing more.

It was still raining and Robert decide the only way to take Ella off his mind was to continue reading Pride and Prejudice. He opened the book and began reading through the pages. But strangely, most of the words morphed into 'Ella.' He didn't know why he couldn't get her off his head. This wasn't the first time he had a woman in his room at night. But he knew what was different this time.

The woman in his room was Ella. And he was in love with her. Shite. Biting his lip, he looked outside the window, streaks of rainwater, trickling down the glass. The lightning crackled and thunder came after. When the ear-deafening sound had left, he heard Ella breathing heavily. She was truly scared of thunder. He got up and covered the window with a curtain.

"Thank you," she said, her voice soft.

"You're welcome." His erection throbbed between his legs as he imagine her moaning his name with such a sweet voice. What is wrong with you? Pull yourself, young man! Clearing his throat, he began flipping through the pages of his novel again.

The sheets of the bed rustled and the soft tap of feet against the marble tiles came next. "What are you reading?"

Ella sided him, her eyes curiously looking at the book in his hold. Her curvaceous buttocks were in full view and his hands were itching to hold them.

"It's pride and prejudice," he answered.

"Blimey," she sat on the desk before him, her large thighs spread out on the wooden surface. "I didn't know you read romance novels."

"I usually don't."

Her brown eyes reflected the leering flames of the fireplace. "So what made you change your mind?"

"I heard the book makes you understand love better."

"And why do you want to understand love better?"

This was it. The moment when he had to decide whether to tell her he loved her or not. She was kind to him, spoiled him with gifts and tonight she was scared of thunder—but didn't go to anyone else but him. He may be naive for believing those were signs that she loved him. But he had to tell her how he felt. And maybe, she would stop tormenting his mind every day with her beautiful face.

He rose from the armchair and towered over her. "I want to know how to love someone better."

"And who is that person?" She asked softly, her brown eyes staring dreamily into his cerulean blue eyes.

He put on a feeble smile. "That person may be in this room."

Her breath hitched and her lips parted slightly in realisation. There it was. He had finally told her. And if she didn't feel the same way, he wouldn't say he won't be hurt, but at least, he would know he told her how he felt.

"Say it." She looked weakly at his lips.

"I love you, Ella Featherington."

"For how long?" She asked, holding his hand tenderly.

He caressed her face with his long fingers. "It's like Mr Darcy said; I was in the middle before I knew I had begun."

"I love you too, Robert. I had loved you ever since I met you on that balcony under the soft moonlight. But it was too early to realise it."

"Really?" Robert asked, his heart pacing wildly. She loved him—this was the best night he had ever had. He was indeed the gladdest considering their feelings were mutual.

"Yes, I do." Ella bit her lower lip and looked down. "Robert, I think of you every second of the day. At night, I think of how it would feel to have you making love to me. My body burns for you."

"I burn for you too, Ella," Robert confessed, bending in for a kiss.

She took his lips and they began kissing. Her legs were spread wide and he went in between them, his erection melting against her soft thighs. His head was in a whirlwind as he claimed her lips as his, roaming his hands mercilessly over her body, grabbing and squeezing parts he had dreamed of touching all night long.

His fingers went up her thighs till they came in contact with her drenched underwear. Realising she might not be ready for that, he took his hand away but she caught his wrist and looked at him with sheer passion and determination.

"You're the first man I've been with Robert. But I am ready, for wherever this night leads."

"Even s—"

She placed a finger over his lip. "Even that. So, touch me. I've been dreaming of this for weeks."

He smiled; he had been granted permission. He was going to make sure she felt like a woman tonight. By the end of the night, she would wake up a woman who had explored her sinful depths.

Sitting back onto the armchair, he placed her foot on his lap. He kissed the lace material of her stocking and took them off slowly, maintaining dominant eye contact with her. Her bare porcelain leg made him salivate and he put her big toe into his mouth, sucking it gently. She moaned softly and he smiled inwardly. He had unlocked a new fetish for her.

He did the same thing for her other leg and then went for her panties. His hands raised her chemise higher, his teeth holding onto her underwear as he dragged it down slowly. He could tell he was killing her with anticipation because of the way she watched him with her lower lip between her teeth.

"Robert, please touch me."

"I will, darling." He tossed her white pant across the room and rubbed his finger up and down her wet, sticky slit. Down there was throbbing against his fingertips and he could tell she wanted to be filled up. "Do you like the way my finger rubs against your pussy?"

She blushed and nodded. This was the first time he had ever spoken this way to her. Though he wondered where she learned the word from. Oh, Jules. He almost forgot about that naughty girl.

Kneeling before her, he gently pressed her down to the desk so her back could lay flat on it. Then his tongue ignited her bud of pleasure; licking, sucking and teasing it.

"Robert," she moaned, her hands holding the edge of the desk. "R-Robert."

He ran his tongue on the external lips, her body shuddering under his touch. She was never touched and that made him excited a lot more. He was going to be her first.

"Robert," she gasped, her back arching as he maintained a steady pace with his wet tongue. Her wetness continuously rubbed against his nose as his head went up and down. He could feel her thighs begin to shake so he stopped. He needed to be inside her before she dared to orgasm.

"Why did you stop?" She asked, slightly annoyed and confused.

"I need you to feel me in a different way," he answered and carried her easily off the desk and laid her gently onto the bed. With quick fingers, they both took each other's clothes off and soon, they were in each other's naked presence; their truest form.

Her brown innocent eyes widened when she saw his veiny girth. "It's thick."

"That's a good thing," he smirked. "I get to fill you up."

She blushed and looked away. "Stop saying such naughty things. It's making me want you to..."

"Say it, Ella." She shook her head, licking her lower lip. "Say it, or I won't do it." He rubbed the pad of his thumb against her swollen clit and her breath became shaky. "What do you want me to do, Ella?"

She whined as he spanked her ass. "I want you to fuck me."

"Good girl." He leaned over her and rubbed his thick head against her wet untouched flower. "This is going to hurt a bit, Ella. Are you sure you want this?"

She nodded. Robert let his gaze over her beautiful body. Beneath him, she looked like a flower that was yet to blossom. But with his touch, he could finally let her connect with him on a deeper emotional level.

He went in carefully, her tightness threatening to make him cum immediately. Her fingers dug into his back as she let out a soft cry and he silenced her with a kiss. Once he was in, he began thrusting gently and she wrapped her legs behind him, urging him to go deeper. Fuck. He complied, stretching her out, his thickness grazing past her wet walls.

Both their moans filled the room as he continued moving at a gentle pace to ensure he didn't hurt her. He cared for her.

"You're doing good, darling." He moaned, feeling her tighten at his praise. She was forcing him over the bloody edge. "Take every inch of me, Ella. Every fucking inch."

They kept going for a minute before he decided they had to change positions because she complained her legs were getting sore. Getting her on all fours, he bent her face to the bed and began hitting her spot, her curves slapping against his groin. With each clap, her large buttocks rippled and Robert couldn't get enough of it.

He raised her upper body so his hand could easily choke her from the front. Ella seemed to react positively to it and it urged him to rub two fingers rapidly against her torch of pleasure. Her dampness wrapped around him, the heat of her walls melting against his hardness.

"Robert, I feel like peeing!" She cried out.

"That's good, keep going, darling. Don't stop," he groaned, feeling his orgasm growing close.

Ella spilt her satisfaction onto his groin and slipped out of him, her thighs a vibrating mess. He released onto the floor to avoid causing any more mess on the bed; hers was enough. Exhausted, he collapsed on the bed next to her and wrapped his arms around her.

"That was amazing," he said, panting heavily as he stared at the ceiling. "How do you feel?"

"Loved." She laid her head on his chest and played with his mat of hair. "Now I see why all the women were after you."

"There's no one but you now, Ella. Only you." He kissed her forehead and laid his head back. That night, they both slept in each other's hold.

The next morning, a scream tore through the house, forcing Robert out of his sleep.

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