@loveb1tten → FROM SERENAY TO ISAAC : prompt ↳ " [ LAP ] : receiver pulls sender into their lap. "
burning the midnight oil was becoming a regular occurrence for the duke. nights spent with his head in books and various correspondence, a little stress niggling at the corners of his mind. quill tapping away at his head that he almost didn't notice the door to his study opening, almost didn't notice his wife enter looking like a goddess waiting for honoring. a sight for sore eyes, perhaps even eliciting a tightness in his trousers already. the new duchess having such a physical as well as mental affect.
he watched her saunter towards him, isaac pushing his chair out to create a space for her. his lips held amusement in it's pull, an excitement as she drew closer to him. god, what he was going to do to her the second she was close enough.
❛ ❛ hmm, you look heavenly. ❜ ❜ a welcomed sight indeed, her standing before him in nothing more than his shirt and a corset loosely tied. whatever was on his mind previously was quickly removed to be replaced with an image of him worshipping her body in the most unholy way. his hands gently grab at her hips, fingers dancing along her exposed thigh to play with the ends of his shirt. his gaze never left her as he guided her down to his lap, adjusting themselves appropriately for him to achieve better access to her form ... her beautiful, magnificent body that with each passing second he was aching to adore. ❛ ❛ though i must admit there's a little too much fabric for my liking. ❜ ❜ isaac muttered as digits began to make work of the laces, fighting with himself to rip them off or be slow and delicate.