Love Agreement With The King

After about five hours John and Roselyn went to pick Felicity up from school. With a pleasuring surprise, Felicity ran toward them joyfully just like she spent a great day at school.

She jumped in John's arms who immediately hugged her, "how was your day?"

"It was good, everyone was nice to me. They made us introduce each other and draw all together." Felicity replied cheerfully.

They came back home and the maids welcomed her with a table filled with food, they also invited Sebastian and William to celebrate all together the special first day of school of Felicity.

Roselyn looked at her smiling, time goes by so fast, she still remembered when she had a vision she was going to have twins.

She walked out of her house to look at the sky, she leaned over the closed door and her thoughts drifted to her father, she wondered if he still remember her first day of school and if he went to pick her up as John did. Her memories faded and she barely could remember her childhood, now that she learned how beautiful it was to be a parent she felt sorry for his father for not having lived those moments with her and her sisters.

She sighed, "whenever you are just know that I miss you and that I love you." Roselyn whispered to the sky, then she turned around and her hand placed on the door's handle. Right before she could open it she heard the wind blowing differently, it was more agitated as if someone was controlling it.

A smile appeared on her face, she felt the urge to turn around and see if that was her dad but something in her froze her impeding her any movement. She knew she couldn't turn around, she had to respect her father's will, if he wanted her to see him he would have appeared in front of her.

"I hope one day you will meet your grandsons," Roselyn whispered, and finally she dodged the door.

It took her much determination and willpower to do what she did, every inch of her body was shivering at the idea of finally meeting her father but she wanted to respect him and let him have the power to make his own choices. If and whenever he was ready Roselyn was more than glad to meet him and welcome him into her family.

She closed the door behind her, her heart was jointing in her chest of excitement. She knew, deep inside, that person was his father. She had never taken into account the chance that his father may have never left her, maybe he was keeping an eye on her from afar.

Felicity waved at Rose as soon as she walked in and gestured to her to get closer to the table to show her the draw she made at school. The draw portrayed their family gathered together: William, Sebastian, Ginevra, Roselyn, John, Felicity, and Elijah.

A huge expanse of flowers surrounds them.

"do you like it?" Felicity asked, Roselyn leaned closer to it, she nodded, "it's beautiful." She said before kissing Felicity's cheek.

When it was finally time to go to sleep, John leaned closer and started to kiss her neck passionately, parents life reduced drastically their intimacy time and John seemed he was missing it quite a lot.

His huge hand slipped in her shirt and caressed her belly as he pushed her gently on the bed.

She could feel his touch was more delicate and sweet since their activity reduced. It was like passion was replaced by devotion as the sweetest and deepest form of love.

John kissed her neck, his hand traveled on her stomach and up to her breast exploring it like it was the first time.

Roselyn's breath shortened, her chest lifted and lowered fastly while her heartbeat was so fast she could feel the pulse through her skin.

His hair fell on her as he entwined his hands with hers and slowly entered in her delicately.

Their breaths synchronized together. Roselyn's held his hand as if it was her lifesaver, handhold to the dimension of pleasure.

He started to thrust slowly and as he continued thrusting he fastened the speediness.

Roselyn arched her back, shivers ran through her spine immersing her in a dimension of pleasure and passion.

His lips fell on her and locked with her bottom lip biting slightly while a moan escaped from her mouth. Her warm body under his sticking together as if they were made of glue.

His hand pressed on her hair which fell like a cascade on the pillow. Every moan she gave was low and controlled not to be loud and wake up the kids.

The feelings were the same as months ago but the meaning was different, they were making love, pure love. Her heart didn't beat only for the satisfying pleasure which shivered in her veins and penetrated in her skin.

Their skins began to sweat, Roselyn's knees trembled, she tied them behind his back and tightened when he thrust in her deeper.

"I love you so much," they both said in sync, although they were closing their eyes they both smiled.

Their bodies didn't only melt together but their souls also combined to create the pure definition of what love was.

He didn't need to hear her say his name to prove she loved him, just like she didn't need to pleasure him by trying his favorite sexual games. Not anymore. Now they learned a new way to make love, they proved their love by being there for the other every day. In the simplest gestures.

John came and slipped out, he let his body fall on the floor.

"Wow," he said, he wasn't referring to the sex, not this time, he was referring to how she made him feel.

Roselyn smiled, "I know," she whispered, their hands still entwined together, their breath still synchronized.

For once, after all the things they went through, everything was simple and perfect, their relationship was and nobody could ever steal that from them.