Epilogue #2
She shoved the bigger box onto his lap, accidentally bumping his bare cock.
“Ouch,” he said in a high, squeaky voice.
“Sorry.” She winced.
“I’m teasing,” he said, his voice returning to his rumbling baritone.
“Then hurry up and open it.” She bounced on the mattress as he needled her, moving in slow motion.
Finally, at long last, he lifted the lid and peered into the box. His smile grew until it consumed his face.
“Do you like it?” she asked. “Betty helped me make it.”
He held up a Venetian silk and leather half-mask.
In Juliet’s humble opinion, it was rather impressive.
He swiveled so that Juliet could tie it in place.
When he faced her, she brought her hand to her mouth and gasped with joy.
It fit perfectly. The right side ended below his eye, and the left side covered his entire cheek.
“How do I look?” he asked.
Like an erotic phantom. “Like a true avenger,” she said.
He grinned, and lust shot to her core.
He held up the silk domino mask that she and Betty had finished earlier that afternoon. His brow furrowed. “I don’t want to be ungrateful, but this one looks a bit large.”
“Because it’s for Harvey.”
Eric blinked. Then, he chuckled. “I’m sure Harvey will love his disguise.”
“Well, you don’t want anyone to recognize him, do you?”
His shoulders shaking with his deep belly laugh, Eric returned his attention to the gift box. He held up a long, leather bandolier that a tanner had helped fashion.
“That goes over your shoulder,” Juliet explained.
“Now you don’t have to run about London with that ridiculously large bag.
There is a place for your blade.” She pointed at one of the pockets, then proceeded to indicate all of its attributes, ending with, “There is a special place for an orange, and you can hang a rope from that strap.”
“I’m quite impressed. You thought of everything.” He held up a pair of old-fashioned black breeches, then a linen shirt with extra room in the sleeves. “Including clothing that won’t rip.” Removing the last item, he swished it through the air. The black cape unraveled with a dramatic whoosh.
“Betty did most of the lettering, but I helped with the R,” she said.
He traced the gold thread of the KR with his index finger. A single tear dripped down his cheek. “I don’t know what to say.”
Juliet used the pad of her thumb to dry the lone droplet. “What kind of wife would I be if I let you run around London with that hideous sack over your handsome face?”
Eric untied the mask and placed his costume back into the box. He pushed the candle to the side and placed his gifts on his nightstand.
“Come here, you.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her with all the passion of a man completely and totally in love. Time stood still, and for a few blissful moments, their embrace was all-consuming, and the rest of the world faded away.
“I have to go soon,” he said, bringing them back from their magical interlude. “But I want to hold you for a few minutes first.”
She’d relish those minutes.
Eric rolled to the side. Unable to control herself, she lunged, taking one firm buttocks cheek into her mouth. She bit down, a bit harder than she intended.
He didn’t seem to mind because chuckling, he rolled out of bed. Strutting, he extinguished all the candles but the one on her nightstand. Once he was finished, he stretched out beside her and pulled the counterpane over them.
Juliet awoke with a start. A large hand pressed into her lower back, and warm breath blew across her neck. “Luv,” a deep voice whispered in her ear.
Opening her eyes, she rolled toward the masculine warmth.
The flickering candle cast shadows over the exotic half-mask that had originated in her darkest fantasies.
From beneath the mask, the brown eyes that she adored, blinked.
As she traced the mismatched halves of leather and silk, lust shot through her hard and fast.
“I’m leaving now,” Knight Roamer said.
“Don’t go yet.” Juliet ran a hand down the front of his shirt until she reached the bulge in his new, tight breeches. Apparently, Knight Roamer wanted her as much as she wanted him. “First, make love to me.”
Her avenging angel groaned. “You will be the death of me.” He reached for his mask.
“No! Leave it on,” she demanded.
Knight Roamer pounced, caging her beneath him. His tongue swept into her mouth.
’Twas as if some libidinous sprite possessed her because not only did she meet his demanding kisses, but she also surpassed his fervor with a foreign aggressiveness. Tackling him, she rolled him onto his back and tugged down his breeches, freeing his cock.
“Good, God.” He grunted. “Juliet, I have to go.”
“Hush, Knight Roamer.” Just let him try to leave before she was satisfied. She straddled his legs and drew his length into her mouth.
Moaning, he rocked his hips to her rhythmic sucking.
Hah! She was getting her way, because her mysterious intruder wasn’t going anywhere just yet. She cradled his bollocks as her mouth worshipped his erection.
With a fierce, guttural roar, he rolled her onto her front. He was instantly on top of her. His body weight pressed her breasts and belly into the mattress, and his stiff cock jabbed her buttocks.
“I hope you are ready to suffer the consequences of your actions, Luv,” he growled against her ear.
Oh, she was ready, all right.
“Knight Roamer has carnal needs,” he said as he reached between her inner thighs and fingered her dripping cunny.
Panting into her pillow she rammed her arse into his pelvis as if she were a feral beast.
Knight Roamer obliged by sliding his thick cock inside her. With each piston of his hips, he thrust harder and deeper.
Needing to see the man who consumed her fantasies, she turned her head to the side. From this submissive position, the only thing she could see was the longer side of the mask that covered his cheek. She stretched out her tongue and licked along the bottom of the fabric.
He clenched his teeth. “I won’t last if you do that again.”
Good! Because she needed to feel his warm seed, shooting into her, right this second.
“Come deep inside me, Knight Roamer.” She licked again, long and slow, and as far as she could reach.
His cock twitched, and his muscles convulsed. “Fuck, Juliet!” His warm seed, that every inch of her craved, shot into her cunny.
Panting, Knight Roamer collapsed on top of her. She absorbed his weight and snuggled her bosom into the mattress and her arse against his pelvis.
“That was heavenly,” she said.
He climbed off her, smacked her arse with a firm, albeit decadent swat, and rolled her so that she was on her back, looking up at him.
He grinned and preened as if he were the most self-assured man in the world. “Why, you naughty little minx,” he teased.
Two could play that game. “Knight Roamer, you are quite good at tupping, but you should leave before my husband finds us together.”
“Ah. I hear he is quite in love and a jealous sod who isn’t afraid to use his fists against his enemy.”
What a delightfully fun-loving man he’d become.
Juliet bit her lip and gawked as he shoved himself into his breeches and fastened his bandolier.
He filled the pockets with accoutrements, including Harvey’s mask, then slid into his black gloves.
Finally, he added the final touch, swirling his new cape around behind his back, then fastening it at the neck.
She sat up and clasped her hands together. “You look fabulous.”
He bowed at the waist. “Thank you, milady. I shall use your kisses to fuel me this eve.” He sauntered to their large window that looked out over the back alley.
“You could leave out the back door,” she said.
“But that would ruin all the fun,” he said.
True!
With a flourish of his cape, Eric disappeared out the window into the inky night, like the romantic Gothic hero that he truly was.