Anne Stanhope's Bedchamber

Anne could feel Thomas's trembling body pressed against hers, and she felt that she was trembling too. She didn't let it distract her though, as she knew it was just a sign of utter enjoyment. She kissed his neck, trying to distract her mouth, but hearing his moan made it difficult for her. She paused for a moment as she felt him pulsating within her and bit her lip. There was only so much she could handle, and she felt she had almost reached her peak.

Thomas continued to kiss her, running his fingers through her hair, his body still trembling with pleasure.

Anne continued to press her body firmly against Thomas's, his breathing in her ear and his light moans making her reach her peak as she did. She bit his lip as she let out a final moan in his arms, but did not stop until she heard her pleasure returned.

Thomas felt himself wincing lightly as she bit his lip, bringing him to his peak once more. Breathing heavily, he lifted his head to look into her eyes, barely managing to whisper her name .

Anne closed her own eyes as she felt Thomas inside of her for those last few moments. Sleeping with him was something completely different than sleeping with her husband, in a way she couldn't describe or explain. She lifted herself off Thomas and threw herself on the bed beside him in exhaustion, a light smile on her face as she looked at him.

Thomas covered her naked body with the bed sheets then wrapped his arm around her shoulders , resting his head against her skin, planting a soft kiss on her shoulder. He felt so comfortable lying in bed beside Anne.

Thomas's lips on Anne's shoulder made her body shiver, as it was still sensitive from before. She allowed herself to be close to him, as close as she could, enjoying the warmth their bodies shared. With one hand she stroked one of his arms.

'Hm, I enjoy your warmth' He murmured, inhaling her scent, holding her in his arms. Her hand stroking his hand sent him shivers along his spine.

"As I enjoy yours, sweet Thomas." Anne replied in a whisper. She continued to stroke his arm with her dainty hand. She was very gentle when she touched him, but not too gentle.

-This night you were gentle.

He noticed laughing.

-Do you remember when you scratched my back with your nails? That was painful.

He continued to laugh.

- I can't help it! It depends what kind of mood I'm in.

Anne said, laughing.

- I'll try not to scratch you again.

-No problem. You may scratch me if you want to.

He laughed.

- Be careful what allowances you give me, Thomas. I may use them against you.

-Really?

He raised an eyebrow.

She smiled.

- Why not? Now I may scratch you every time because you offered me the leisure of doing so!

-Every time? Do you want to let me irreparable marks?

He laughed .

- Perhaps! That way you'd always remember me, wouldn't you?

-And what will it happen if I always remember you?

- What will happen? I have no idea Thomas! That is something that you know more about than I.

-I don't have idea. Maybe I'll steal you from Edward.

He laughed.

-As if you are not already stolen. You just bedded with me. And it's not the first time.

He winked.

- I will be stolen by no one because I am no ones property.

Anne said plainly.

- Just because I have laid with you more than once Thomas, doesn't make you special!

Thomas raised his eyebrow as he heard her.

-And what does it make me then?

He asked embarrassed.

- I am not sure exactly.. but don't regard yourself as some sort princely figure just because you've bedded me!