#jacqueslegris

“Vita Karoli Magni after you suggested it. I am enjoying it thus far, so thank you for the recommendation.”

His fingers trace over your jawline, then tilt your head up until your eyes meet his. He smiles down at you, thumb pressing on your bottom lip.

“Christ, I cannot tell you how sexy you sound when you speak of books.”

You set the book aside and stand up in front of him, hands resting on his chest. “Hm, is that so?”

“Absolutely.” He bends down and connects his lips to yours, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head while the other slides down your figure to rest on your hip.

Your lips move hungrily against his as you press yourself flush against him, hands tangling in his wavy, untamed mane. He grunts into your mouth when you give it a tug, hips pushing forward instinctively.

“Get onto the bed.” He purrs, teeth nibbling your bottom lip. “Pull your skirts up.”

Smirking, you pull away and walk backwards, pulling the ties on your corset slowly, teasingly. “How about I give you that chase now, hm?”

You laugh aloud and take off across the room, but he’s quick to lunge forward and catch up to you. His large, muscular arms wrap around your torso and yank you back against him.

“I caught you.” His voice is husky in your ear, sending a sharp to chill down your spine.

Suddenly, he begins to spin around, causing you to screech and flail about in his arms.  “Jaaaaaques! Put me down at once!”

He laughs heartily, mouthing lazily at your neck and scratching his beard against your skin. When he does finally set you down a moment later, you have not even a second to run before he quickly bends down and slings you up over his shoulder.

You’re laughing hysterically, nearly out of breath by now as he lifts you up and walks you over to the bed, throwing you down on top of it. He undoes his shirt quickly, then wrestles with the intricate ties on your corset.

“Damn this thing!”

He growls before suddenly seizing it in his hands and ripping the poor garment clean in half, throwing it to the floor without even a second thought.

“That was a perfectly good dress, Jacques!” You gasp, giving him a half-hearted scolding shove as you giggle softly.

Huffing, he leans down and licks at your bosom. “I will buy you a new one; I will buy you five new ones, if it is what you desire. Right now, though, all I will do is fuck you until I bury every last drop of my seed deep inside you.”

You shudder at his words, goosebumps erupting across your flesh. He plants open-mouthed kisses on seemingly every bit of your exposed chest before he turns you over onto your stomach.

He flips your skirts up, then works his hardened cock out from beneath his trousers. With a hand splayed out between your shoulder blades, he nudges his cock through your glistening folds before pressing his hips forward to sheathe himself inside your welcoming walls.

“O-Oh Jacques...”

Your skin tightens over your knuckles as you fist the sheets, body already rocking back and forth with the sharp motions of his hips. He grunts with each thrust, eyes squeezing shut.

His hands slide down to your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he fucks into you without relent. The sound of skin slapping fills the space around your colliding bodies and echoes in your eardrums, which only coaxes your arousal along further.

“Ggghhh, mmmffhh.” Jacques moans aloud, throwing his head back.

You groan breathily, drool dripping down onto the sheets. “Aahhh, c-christ.”

He’s already close, shaft throbbing as it pumps in and out of your tight wetness. He grabs onto your shoulders and pounds you with everything he has left, grunts and growls flowing uncontrollably from his lips.

“Hhhoohhh, gggnnhhh!”

That’s all the warning you get before his hips come to an abrupt stop fully pressed inside you, spilling his creamy spend into your cavern.

“Uunnnhhhh, mmmuuuhhh--fffuck!”

You sigh when he pulls out and pulls your skirts back down, leaning over to cover your bare back and shoulders with kisses before helping you back up onto your feet. He bends down to pull you into a gentle embrace before pulling away gently, letting his forehead resting on yours.

“Would you like me to draw you a warm bath?” He mumbles, kissing you once, then twice, then once more with a small smile. “Perhaps I could read you the next bit of Magni?”

With a nod, you smile.

“That sounds lovely.”

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I can remember everything about that night, Maria. I remember how you were a little late to the party, and I remember looking up from the table to see you walk in. You looked so beautiful that night, mon amour, the gown you wore was absolutely stunning. It fit your body so perfectly, and the color...Christ, it was all just magnifique.

Your intelligence and your wit were just magnetic, I could not bring myself focus on anyone else but you that evening, Maria. When you spoke, your words were all I heard. Each time you moved, my eyes were stuck to you. I was captivated by you, fully and truly.

And even now, I am still just as enamored with you as I was all those years ago at Count Pierre’s dinner feast. I am so, so in love with you, my heart aches when we are apart like this. 

I promise that we will see each other very soon, and I count down the days until we reunite. Just know that I am thinking of you almost every moment and I miss you dearly. Stay safe, Maria, and I cannot wait to see your beautiful face once more when I return to the estate.