The Million-Dollar Heart

Vivienne let out a quiet yawn, feeling unusually sleepy tonight. Deciding it was best to rest up for whatever tomorrow might bring, she leaned her head against the passenger seat and closed her eyes, murmuring, "Mr. Wolf, wake me up when we get there, will you?"

Percival drove the car out to the countryside, the peacefulness of Vivienne's sleeping face prompting him to carefully open the car door without making a sound. He gently lifted Vivienne from the passenger seat and, noticing the chill of the evening breeze, draped his jacket over her.

Carrying Vivienne in his arms, he walked up a gentle hill, his figure tall and striking against the night sky.

When Vivienne opened her eyes, she was still cradled in Percival's arms. She removed his jacket and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, nuzzling into his chest like a contented cat.

With a smile, Percival helped her to sit up on the hilltop, holding her close. "Awake now?"

Vivienne snuggled closer, then turned to lean her back against him, her voice soft and inviting, "Why did we come here? Weren't we heading to your place?"

His lips brushed her ear as he spoke teasingly, "I was worried you wouldn't make it back to the Linklater estate before dawn. It'd be hard to explain your absence."

Vivienne chuckled, delighted by his playfulness, her mind flashing with images that made her lick her lips in anticipation.

Her hands deftly unbuckled his belt, slipping into his shirt to feel his muscular torso, her eyes sparkling with joy.

"Your muscles are so nice to touch," she whispered, a playful tone in her voice.

Percival blushed slightly but indulged Vivienne, letting her have her way while he silently endured the torment of desire.

now sitting astride Percival, pulled him into a deep kiss, reluctant

grass, gazing at the stars twinkling like diamonds scattered across the vast night sky, forming a milky

the warmth of his breath on her fingertips, as intimate as his

I want us to get married soon," he said earnestly, looking up at the starry

softly, "We

sighed, "But in the eyes of our elders, it's not

legally married, without

with purple trails drew a figure of a bride in a wedding gown, complete

Percival's strong arms,

Vivienne back to her room,

sleeve, "Stay

deepened as he closed the window and turned back

of her dress, revealing her delicate figure. They surrendered to their passion until the first light of dawn. When Percival woke, it was the first time he hadn't risen

Percival

"Vivienne, Aunt Hailey,

response and assuming Vivienne was overly tired, Arthur

was bustling in anticipation of Aunt Hailey's return. The household staff stood in orderly rows, their expressions serious as they awaited the arrival of the woman who

Dracon. Despite their fatigue, they were curious about the aunt none had seen