“MY MARRIAGE,” Adalene started before she loses her nerve. “I don’t... I don’t know how I can do it. Louis Didier does not seem to be a man who will be easy to please. And I’m not sure I can make someone like him h-happy.”They were in the parlour, resting on a comfortable couch after they settled down.“It is not about you making him happy...” he said after a moment. “He is a miserable old man and should not be fit marrying a young woman. He would end up making you miserable. It is a most disastrous arrangement.”“I know the money will help our farm tremendously.” She told him about the harshness of the last two winters, essentially explaining why her father was forced to do what he did. “I was to be arranged, anyway. For a while, I knew that. I was ready, in fact, as I did not want to lose another of my nieces and nephews. I try to avoid thinking about it, as hard as it is because it already happened. When my father informed about the arrangement, I was actually very relieved... eve
“LET ME ESCORT you back to your room so you can rest.”“What?” she asked, confused. “But—”“Your body may be ready, and we both can tell. But... it is mostly different with the mind. You have to be sure. You have to decide.”But she wasn’t even thinking that. He kissed her like he wanted to make love right now. In fact, even as he scowled, he was almost gasping. His heart raced inside his chest, and she could see the mad pulsing on the pulse point at the base of his neck. She didn’t know why he still insisted they shouldn’t do it tonight.Why was he fighting her so?She was about to pull back when his arms held her tighter. “I have found you to be an exceptionally intelligent woman, Adalene Duvre. And you have not been awakened by any man until now because you have been careful in the past. We can’t just set those aside. If given the chance, I know you would want to make a choice about something as important to you as your virginity. And I want you to be sure you really want this, and
ADALENE SMILED and she leaned down and kissed him chastely on his chest.He grinned, and then laughed when she scowled at him.“That’s just the start,” she said defensively.“That’s not how you start this, ma bichette,” he said, laughing softly before he lunged at her with a playful growl.She shrieked and tried to get away although she really didn’t want to do that, and he caught her, of course. They laughed together, but she was soon moaning as his lips landed on her neck and slid down to where her breasts met, kissing her oh so differently from her chaste kiss on him.Then he raised his head, and he kissed her mouth... hungrily, while his body pinned her to the mattress, and she could feel every inch of him plastered to her softness, his cock large and rock-hard against her stomach. Being pinned like that, feeling his weight on her, gave her an incredible feeling that satisfied her so much, and confusing her the next.It felt real, and right, in a way that was very familiar, even
“LIE DOWN, Adalene.”The command made her shiver and tingle all over in a pleasurable way. She wiped the wetness at her mouth with the back of her hand as she followed his order, lying on her back and waiting until he reached her.The Baron kissed her mouth. It did not start tender. He was hungry and aggressive, and she liked this somehow. She fought his kiss with her own hungry kiss, opening her mouth and dueling with his tongue and sucking hard when he did. She gasped, though, in both panic and excitement, when she heard him tear her gown in the middle. But she was not afraid. He raised his head, and the expression of undiluted desire on his face as he looked down at her exposed nakedness chased the panic away.“Beautiful... you’re so beautiful, Adalene.”“Yes... you make me feel beautiful, Fabian,” she moaned. She wanted him to feel desire for her. She thought, as she watched his head go down on her exposed breasts, that she would go crazy if he stopped.Then his tongue flicked and
FABIAN LEFT HER for a while and when he came back, he had a soft cloth in his hand that he soaked with the water on the pitcher. He used this to wipe both of them clean. She closed her eyes as his touch, even at this time, could still produce that melting sensation inside her. She trembled inside and out. And she doubted if she would receive the same care from Louis Didier when he...She gulped as her heart thudded at the thought. Now that she knew what involved a husband and a wife on the marriage bed, she could not measure the revulsion that she suddenly felt, and she suddenly recoiled from Fabian’s hands.“What? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he asked.“N-No... no, it’s not you. I...” She looked up at his worried face and she suddenly felt her eyes getting warmer and warmer.“What is it?” he said, neglecting the wet cloth and gathering her in his arms.She went to him, trembling. “How can I do this with Louis without being ra-r*ped?” she asked in a rush.He tensed, and then his arm
The door to the chamber suddenly opened and the Baron walked in, stopping as he saw her where she stood, her tears clearly visible in the light flickering from candles still alight in the room.He was quickly by her side.“What’s wrong, ma bichette?” he asked, his voice urgent and concerned. “Are you hurting?She shook her head. She did not want to speak.He turned her to him, and his mouth descended on hers, devouring her lips. She kissed him as hard as he did, opening her mouth to his and sliding her tongue against his, feeling a surge of triumph as she felt his manhood hardening and rapidly growing against her lower stomach.He wanted her.Her hand eagerly went for it, and he sucked his breath in when she found it and traced its shape with her fingers. He was wearing a loose shirt and soft breeches, and she left his mouth to kneel before him, pulling at the string and the cloth down his thighs.“Adalene!”“I want to taste you,” she whispered, her voice breathy at the beginning of t
The morning sun's rays permeated the bedchamber when Adalene woke again. The Baron had left very early. She remembered him leaving a kiss on her forehead and whispering something, but she couldn’t remember now what it was. Exhausted sleep still clutched her senses. When she gingerly sat up from bed, there was a new nightgown and a new pair of underpants neatly laid down on the footrest at the bottom of the bed. The handmaidens had come in and they must know what happened between her and the Baron the night before.They probably had already changed the white sheets stained with her blood in the bedchamber she used last night.And they would change the sheets here, too, because they were again stained with her blood from the coupling she and Fabian did during the early dawn.A melancholic mood pervaded her recollection as she remembered that today was last night’s tomorrow, and it would be the very opposite of her yesterday with the Baron.Today was to resume her real life.She would be
IT WAS a beautiful huge garden, with the entrance to the grounds littered with a few statues of horses, lions, and wolves. The inside consisted of forest trees that lined outer walls topped with thick, sun-tanned bricks. There were irises, English roses red and white, tulips and lavenders on boxed compartments. She strolled in between boxes and boxes of perennials and annuals, basking in the sweet smell of flowers until she reached the gazebo that was at the farthest end of the pavement her feet followed as she explored.Once there, she sat and faced the pond where water flowed under a short, romantic-looking bridge. Flowering peas, of all things, climbed this bridge and it looked very pretty to the eyes. As she watched the water and basked in the coolness of the breeze on her face, for a moment it seemed like her troubles disappeared.But it all came back when she heard the neighing of horses arriving in the chateau.The Baron had come back.Would he ask for her? The servants knew wh