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depths.
Covering her completely, he talked in a soothing voice, but she understood none of his words, lost in the hard, evoking renewed sensations of physical pleasure. Her body hungered, wanted, and desired. Unrelenting passion tore through her. She clung to him and begged him as if madness possessed her. Successive pulses of pleasure, longer and longer, overwhelmed her, erasing if only for a brief moment thoughts from the past.
He took her then...hard...she wanted it even harder. His thrusts stroked emblems of desire exploding in her loins. Then the throbbing ignited into flames of heat. Her body burst with the warmth of his release as waves of pleasure cascaded through the whole of her.
She reveled in the sudden peace encompassing her. She opened her eyes to find her husband smiling down at her. He leaned down and kissed her, softly this time. He rolled off, but held her tightly in his arms. She settled her head on his broad chest.
She tried to speak, but her throat locked up to words. Moreover, she felt helpless. His man…this stranger provoked emotions within her she thought dead. She had told herself her boldness would in some way punish him for forcing her into this marriage. Did not English men want frigid, passionless women for their wives? She had not taken into account her own needs. She could not deny she felt drawn to him. She glanced up at her husband. Her husband .
He leaned down and kissed her lips.
“Oh, Eloise,” he whispered. “Trust me. I will not hurt you. This was good…we were good together. This is our beginning, but, my love, tell me…however am I going to leave you, even if only for a short time?"
Chapter Five
A full moon shone down upon the shore’s edge. Eloise walked barefoot in the rolling waves. Her skirt drenched and her hair whipping in the brisk sea breeze, she paused a moment and pushed back her errant hair. Her mind raced with a million thoughts.
Three days had passed since she had become the wife of the Earl of Lenister. Three days she had pondered her situation. Since he had left her that first night, her husband had been the epitome of a man bent on satisfying her every need. Charm oozed from his being. They rode in the mornings, played chess in the afternoons and at night…desire was once again reborn; intimacy rekindled; comfort sought in the arms of another and for a time the world around forgotten.
He laughed. She had come to love the sound of his laugh, his touch . He had reawakened deep, receded feelings she had thought she had buried. For a moment, she forgot how dangerous a man her husband could be to her mission. Then her mind swept to his young children in that dreadful prison.
Lenister left no less than three hours hence. Her brother’s yacht, the Grand Crest , was readied and in wait to head across the Channel. It would meet the morning light in Calais. She had written letters to her family for Lenister, but he knew—she knew—he would need more. He made clear to her that he would do whatever necessary to save his children, but he insisted she withdraw back to his estate. That she admired, though she had not heeded his directions.
Now she stood on the shoreline. She needed to think, to plan her next move. She couldn’t with him by her side. She reprimanded herself for allowing the feelings to resurface. How could she have allowed all to have occurred! She well had known better. She had too much to lose.
All had gone smoothly, having overcome every obstacle. She maneuvered around Wessex with relative ease. Her conscience eased with her sister
Susanna’s obvious devotion to Sir Joseph. Nice enough sort, Eloise supposed, but he stood between her and the freedom she so desired. She had been so close, so close…
Never had she spent one moment of worry when her father had informed her of her attachment to Sir Joseph Fairchild, the eldest son of Lord Reginald, Earl of Wessex. Good family from down along the Cornish coastline. Her father felt the
Covering her completely, he talked in a soothing voice, but she understood none of his words, lost in the hard, evoking renewed sensations of physical pleasure. Her body hungered, wanted, and desired. Unrelenting passion tore through her. She clung to him and begged him as if madness possessed her. Successive pulses of pleasure, longer and longer, overwhelmed her, erasing if only for a brief moment thoughts from the past.
He took her then...hard...she wanted it even harder. His thrusts stroked emblems of desire exploding in her loins. Then the throbbing ignited into flames of heat. Her body burst with the warmth of his release as waves of pleasure cascaded through the whole of her.
She reveled in the sudden peace encompassing her. She opened her eyes to find her husband smiling down at her. He leaned down and kissed her, softly this time. He rolled off, but held her tightly in his arms. She settled her head on his broad chest.
She tried to speak, but her throat locked up to words. Moreover, she felt helpless. His man…this stranger provoked emotions within her she thought dead. She had told herself her boldness would in some way punish him for forcing her into this marriage. Did not English men want frigid, passionless women for their wives? She had not taken into account her own needs. She could not deny she felt drawn to him. She glanced up at her husband. Her husband .
He leaned down and kissed her lips.
“Oh, Eloise,” he whispered. “Trust me. I will not hurt you. This was good…we were good together. This is our beginning, but, my love, tell me…however am I going to leave you, even if only for a short time?"
Chapter Five
A full moon shone down upon the shore’s edge. Eloise walked barefoot in the rolling waves. Her skirt drenched and her hair whipping in the brisk sea breeze, she paused a moment and pushed back her errant hair. Her mind raced with a million thoughts.
Three days had passed since she had become the wife of the Earl of Lenister. Three days she had pondered her situation. Since he had left her that first night, her husband had been the epitome of a man bent on satisfying her every need. Charm oozed from his being. They rode in the mornings, played chess in the afternoons and at night…desire was once again reborn; intimacy rekindled; comfort sought in the arms of another and for a time the world around forgotten.
He laughed. She had come to love the sound of his laugh, his touch . He had reawakened deep, receded feelings she had thought she had buried. For a moment, she forgot how dangerous a man her husband could be to her mission. Then her mind swept to his young children in that dreadful prison.
Lenister left no less than three hours hence. Her brother’s yacht, the Grand Crest , was readied and in wait to head across the Channel. It would meet the morning light in Calais. She had written letters to her family for Lenister, but he knew—she knew—he would need more. He made clear to her that he would do whatever necessary to save his children, but he insisted she withdraw back to his estate. That she admired, though she had not heeded his directions.
Now she stood on the shoreline. She needed to think, to plan her next move. She couldn’t with him by her side. She reprimanded herself for allowing the feelings to resurface. How could she have allowed all to have occurred! She well had known better. She had too much to lose.
All had gone smoothly, having overcome every obstacle. She maneuvered around Wessex with relative ease. Her conscience eased with her sister
Susanna’s obvious devotion to Sir Joseph. Nice enough sort, Eloise supposed, but he stood between her and the freedom she so desired. She had been so close, so close…
Never had she spent one moment of worry when her father had informed her of her attachment to Sir Joseph Fairchild, the eldest son of Lord Reginald, Earl of Wessex. Good family from down along the Cornish coastline. Her father felt the
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