Christophe Sinclair's bedchamber

My love,

I have arrived in England but yet I cant find you. Perhaps soon....

With love,

Angie

My fingers eagerly tear his clothing off his body. I need him so bad that taking it slow is not in the cards. He fumbles about with the laces of my dress as our mouths never part.

My eyes grow wide, my breath quickens with the movements of his fingers inside of me. I can feel the warmth of his breath upon my neck, as he kisses me feverishly and I in return. Just as I think that I shall reach my peak, he slows up, expertly delaying that pure, magical moment. I bring his face back to mine and slowly open my legs farther apart, beckoning him to me.

He expertly yet lovingly pushes against me and I begin to match my movements against his own. Smiling, I arch my back moaning softly, my fingers vripping the bedsheets tightly.

I am still so inexperienced in the art of love making. He shows me things, does things making me crave much more. I feel my body begin to shake, my inner walls begin to close in on him. One large moan coils itself out of me and onto him as my face is buried in his broad chest. My fingernails dig into his bavk as my climax approaches.

My body begins to calm down, my face is still buried in his chest. This happiness and sense of belonging I feel cannot be contained. I slowly pull away from his chest, placing my fingers under his chin to turn his face towards mine. A huge smile forms for the man I love. I lean in a bit kore and kiss him softly whispering, I love you...

I feel so safe curled up in his arms. He is perfecy, truly perfect, something I have been searching for ever since I could remember. Just hearing his name makes me shiver with delight. I tilt my head to look up at him, I guess that good things come to those who wait. Perhaps we were meant to be together, to make each other feel complete and loved.

I now lay on my back, my right hand intertwined with his. I look up towards the ceiling, breathing deeply, as memories flood back. My father and His Majesty attempted to arrange a marriage for me shortly before my father passed away. Just the thought sickened me. I didnt want to be forced into doing something against my will but then my father passed away and the marriage never happened. Then I met you and was truly thankful for God to bless me with love and happiness. Smiling, I prop myself up on my elbow, facing him. I kiss him softly on his cheek. I am sure that we will be happy for the rest of our days. I see us living out in the country somewhere, growing our own food, hunting for our meat, and raising a fine brood of children.

Smiling, I sit up in his bed, his blanket falling off of me and for once I am not shy. I allow my fingers trace along his broad chest as my head tilts to look at him sweetly. Why wouldnt I not want to become a more humble person? Of course, you would have to show me how to be a gardner of sorts, in a sense, to domesticate me. I take a deep breath. I would do anything to please you. Growing up with everything handed to me I fear hasnt taught me much of the world and what is expected of me besides bearing children. I hope you can be patient with me as I learn how to live.

I wish for children as well.....many of them so we shall be practicing frequently, I say with a giggle. I lay back down in his loving arms once more. I breath in deeply and place my head on his chest, yawning. I miss France. I cant wait to begin our lives there....

Hmmmm.... My eyes start to close and I slowly begin to drift off to sleep in his arms. I lay my head down on a soft pillow, still curled up in his arms. Our noses touch. I love you.... I drift off to sleep.

I wake up early the following, still curled up in tne arms of the man I love. I notice that he is awake and is staring at me with love and affection. I kiss him softly, Good morning my love.