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wildly, only to feel his arm stiffen and refuse
to be moved aside. Mumbling incoherently, his lips
pressing hungry kisses against her face and neck,
William's hand moved unalteringly to the soft warmth of
her crotch where he began an intimate caress. Suddenly
Amethyst was fighting frantically, pounding and scratching at his hands and back, twisting and turning beneath
him as she cried out softly over and over again, "No,
William.. .no! I don't want it this way... stop!" And
then as anger overran her emotions, "Stop! William, how
dare you treat me like this? You are a beast... stop, I
say!
But he was deaf to her pleas and immune to her blows.
Suddenly overwhelmed by fear and succumbing to a
strange weakness slowly stealing over her, Amethyst
began sobbing softly as she sought frantically to free herself from his arms.
Where all else had failed, Amethyst's heartbroken
sobs appeared to suddenly penetrate his raging passion
and raising his head, William stared in a startled manner
at her tear-streaked face.
"Don't cry, darling, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
frighten you... Amethyst..." Smoothing his hand
across her cheek, he gently wiped away the tears,
contrition shining brightly in his eyes as he whispered
softly, "You don't have to be afraid anymore, darling."
Kissing her mouth lightly, he rolled off her, straightening her skirt as he did, and rising to his feet, he gently
pulled her up to stand beside him.
Her body was rigid and trembling and when he reached
toward her, he saw her tense for flight. Taking her hands
gently in his, he looked deeply into her eyes, remorse
clearly defined in his unhappy expression.
"I'm sorry I frightened you, Amethyst. Darling,
you're right, I was behaving like a beast. Can you forgive
me...please, darling... can you try to forget what just
happened? Just remember I love you, Amethyst. I
wouldn't do anything to make you unhappy or frightened."
Still unable to speak, but touched by William's
obvious sincerity, Amethyst nodded slowly, her breath
catching on a small sob as she made a positive effort to
regain control.
His own eyes bright, William slowly enfolded her in a
gentle embrace, stroking her hair soothingly until her
trembling subsided. When he was finally satisfied that
the hysteria of the moment had been conquered, he
slackened his embrace enough that he might look into
her face. Content that he no longer saw fear in her eyes,
his own tense expression relaxed into a tentative smile.
"I haven't destroyed your trust in me, have I,
Amethyst?" His voice held an urgent, hopeful appeal that tugged at Amethyst's heartstrings, and managing a
small smile of her own, she whispered shakily, "No,
William."
"Then you have my word now, darling," William's
voice was firm with conviction. "We'll wait ...I won't
rush you into anything. And you're right, Amethyst.
Sixteen is a mature age.. .even mature enough to
marry."
Amethyst remained silent, her eyes traveling the
smooth unlined planes of his handsome face until he
chafed at her silence and urged quietly, "What do you
say, Amethyst?"
Her violet eyes still a bit wary, a tentative smile
touched her lips as she whispered huskily in response, "I
suppose that's so... we'll see, William..."
1782
Long, slender fingers curling tenaciously in the thick
hair at the base of his neck drew his mouth down possessively to meet parted lips inviting the invasion of
his tongue. Somewhere in the back of his mind a warning
bell sounded shrilly as the tactics of the woman in his
arms became more and more transparent to Damien's
mind's eye. He had been through this same scene many
times before and was wary of the shrewd maneuvers of
calculating females who sought to insinuate themselves
firmly into his memory and his life with their willing
bodies. This knowledge was not a matter of conceit,
merely a matter of experience gained from repetition, the
few close calls he had managed to escape in the
to be moved aside. Mumbling incoherently, his lips
pressing hungry kisses against her face and neck,
William's hand moved unalteringly to the soft warmth of
her crotch where he began an intimate caress. Suddenly
Amethyst was fighting frantically, pounding and scratching at his hands and back, twisting and turning beneath
him as she cried out softly over and over again, "No,
William.. .no! I don't want it this way... stop!" And
then as anger overran her emotions, "Stop! William, how
dare you treat me like this? You are a beast... stop, I
say!
But he was deaf to her pleas and immune to her blows.
Suddenly overwhelmed by fear and succumbing to a
strange weakness slowly stealing over her, Amethyst
began sobbing softly as she sought frantically to free herself from his arms.
Where all else had failed, Amethyst's heartbroken
sobs appeared to suddenly penetrate his raging passion
and raising his head, William stared in a startled manner
at her tear-streaked face.
"Don't cry, darling, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
frighten you... Amethyst..." Smoothing his hand
across her cheek, he gently wiped away the tears,
contrition shining brightly in his eyes as he whispered
softly, "You don't have to be afraid anymore, darling."
Kissing her mouth lightly, he rolled off her, straightening her skirt as he did, and rising to his feet, he gently
pulled her up to stand beside him.
Her body was rigid and trembling and when he reached
toward her, he saw her tense for flight. Taking her hands
gently in his, he looked deeply into her eyes, remorse
clearly defined in his unhappy expression.
"I'm sorry I frightened you, Amethyst. Darling,
you're right, I was behaving like a beast. Can you forgive
me...please, darling... can you try to forget what just
happened? Just remember I love you, Amethyst. I
wouldn't do anything to make you unhappy or frightened."
Still unable to speak, but touched by William's
obvious sincerity, Amethyst nodded slowly, her breath
catching on a small sob as she made a positive effort to
regain control.
His own eyes bright, William slowly enfolded her in a
gentle embrace, stroking her hair soothingly until her
trembling subsided. When he was finally satisfied that
the hysteria of the moment had been conquered, he
slackened his embrace enough that he might look into
her face. Content that he no longer saw fear in her eyes,
his own tense expression relaxed into a tentative smile.
"I haven't destroyed your trust in me, have I,
Amethyst?" His voice held an urgent, hopeful appeal that tugged at Amethyst's heartstrings, and managing a
small smile of her own, she whispered shakily, "No,
William."
"Then you have my word now, darling," William's
voice was firm with conviction. "We'll wait ...I won't
rush you into anything. And you're right, Amethyst.
Sixteen is a mature age.. .even mature enough to
marry."
Amethyst remained silent, her eyes traveling the
smooth unlined planes of his handsome face until he
chafed at her silence and urged quietly, "What do you
say, Amethyst?"
Her violet eyes still a bit wary, a tentative smile
touched her lips as she whispered huskily in response, "I
suppose that's so... we'll see, William..."
1782
Long, slender fingers curling tenaciously in the thick
hair at the base of his neck drew his mouth down possessively to meet parted lips inviting the invasion of
his tongue. Somewhere in the back of his mind a warning
bell sounded shrilly as the tactics of the woman in his
arms became more and more transparent to Damien's
mind's eye. He had been through this same scene many
times before and was wary of the shrewd maneuvers of
calculating females who sought to insinuate themselves
firmly into his memory and his life with their willing
bodies. This knowledge was not a matter of conceit,
merely a matter of experience gained from repetition, the
few close calls he had managed to escape in the
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