CHAPTER 189: WARM EMBRACE (2)

Warning! Mature content.

Tyrion returned home in a hurry. He was late in his eyes, though it wasn’t time for dinner yet.

"Your Grace," Winston said, nervous due to how Tyrion moved. "Are you in need of help, Your Grace?"

"I am late, Winston. Where is my wife?" Tyrion asked, unbuttoning his coat as he walked.

"The lady is getting dressed for dinner. Should I have the maids prepare you a warm bath?" Winston asked.

Winston tried to think of an occasion for the couple that he might have missed, but his mind drew a blank.

"As fast as possible and get the uniform I have in my study," Tyrion said, parting ways with Winston.

Tyrion practically ran up the stairs. He knew Penelope wouldn’t be angry with him, but she would be worried, considering all that was occurring around the kingdom.

Instead of going to another room to get dressed first, Tyrion went to the room he shared with Penelope to inform her that he was home.

"Penelope!" Tyrion called as soon as he opened the door. He almost stumbled, surprised by what she wore.

Penelope’s hands went to cover her chest. She was not yet used to what she wore.

Penelope stared at Tyrion’s messy appearance. It was evident that he had been running because he was late.

Penelope looked away from Tyrion for a moment to hide her face from him. Right away from the sight of him, her mind was filled with indecent thoughts.

Tyrion took Penelope avoiding him as she was angry. "I’m sorry," he apologised. "I went off course to Linda’s home, which is quite far. Are you angry with me?"

Penelope looked at Tyrion once more. She was anything but angry with him. If only he knew what was going on inside her head.

Rather than leave him concerned, Penelope decided to show Tyrion what she felt right now.

Penelope stood up from the bed and walked over to Tyrion, who acted like he saw a ghost.

Tyrion placed his hand on the knob for a second, but after getting a better look at the scandalous gown Penelope wore now, he decided to meet his fate.

Getting a good look at Penelope right before she ended him was better than running away.

To Tyrion’s surprise, Penelope grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to kiss him. It was far from what he anticipated she would do.

Rather than question her behaviour or tease Penelope, Tyrion decided to enjoy the moment. He tried to enjoy it as much as Penelope, who now had her hand roaming under his coat.

Penelope spoke of liking him in a uniform, but Tyrion didn’t know it was to this degree. That he would be pushed against the door with Penelope pulling on his coat.

Tyrion leaned forward, placing his hands under her buttocks to lift her. Their kiss was not once broken.

Tyrion carried Penelope away from the door, and it was only when they reached the bed that he said, "I haven’t washed yet."

Penelope smiled, raking his hair out of his face.

It was Tyrion’s messy appearance that she loved right now. He didn’t always need to be so neat.

"If you leave me now, then I will hate that you were home late," said Penelope.

Tyrion discarded all plans to wash up first. He knelt on the bed, carefully setting Penelope down. His right hand went to the ribbon on her gown, which was the most innocent part of what she wore.

The gown was white, with light material which hugged her body and left nothing to his imagination.

It was almost a pity that someone else had to see Penelope as she was dressed now, because he was certain Matilda helped her with this.

Penelope laughed and touched Tyrion’s face to have him look at her face. "You are to use words instead of just staring. It has taken a lot from me to wear this before you."

"The next time you need help putting this on, you should wait for me," Tyrion said, gently running his fingers between the valley of her breasts and down her stomach.

Penelope laughed because it tickled and was unaware of Tyrion’s plans to silence her laughter.

"You want me to let you dress me when you’ll take it off moments later. I will stay with Matilda’s help so I can surprise you sometimes. It seems I might need to make a portrait like this since you find it hard to look away from me," Penelope said, but she didn’t mean it.

Penelope couldn’t imagine lying before a stranger as they painted her.

Tyrion had made plans to kill the painter if Penelope ever tried to give him such a gift.

’It must be time I start painting again,’ Penelope thought.

It was an old hobby she picked up from her mother.

Penelope’s skin tingled where Tyrion touched her. His eyes were filled with lust.

Penelope couldn’t wait any longer for Tyrion to be the one to make the first move. She reached up to open the buttons on his coat. His medals caught her eye.

When she reached the last button, Penelope pushed the coat off his shoulders.

It was a shame she needed to get him out of his uniform so fast.

What would Tyrion think if she wanted to pretend to be a damsel with him coming to save her? Or for Tyrion to undress himself before her as she watched?

Penelope’s cheeks were warm. How was she to tell her husband that she wanted them to play roles like they were part of the theatre in town?

Penelope needed a distraction, so while Tyrion was busy enjoying his last moments with her in this nightgown, Penelope used her leg to nudge him to the side.

She smiled, triumphant that she managed to move him since Tyrion was like a large rock sometimes.

Penelope sat up before he moved and straddled him. She had surprised him once again, and secretly, Penelope had surprised herself. She placed all her behaviour on what he wore now. His uniform was doing this to her.

"Don’t move," Penelope said, pinning Tyrion’s hands down. "Don’t move unless I tell you to."