daughter. She would find her daughter a husband, a
husband with money and title. That was her dream! And what better way to
fulfill his vengeance than to crush her dream?
Aye, he would ruin the woman’s daughter.
The clock chimed half past twelve.
He smiled and got up.
Slowly, he made his way up the stairs to the
first floor. There his attention was drawn to a guest room where
his target lay peacefully asleep.
He opened the door. Silently, he stepped
into the room and shut the door behind him.
He stood there, watching her sleep.
Her breathing was slow and rhythmic. He came
to sit beside her on the bed. Slowly, he lowered his face toward
hers. He could sense her peace in her sleep. He could smell her
innocent youth, which his own was forever lost. And the smell of
wild lavender--so fresh and so intoxicating that his blood throbbed
with pleasure.
He lowered his face toward her cheek and his
nose touched her skin. She was soft and smooth. Then he kissed her
cheek very gently.
She stirred and turned her face away.
He didn’t move, and as she stirred, his face
snuggled close to her dark hair.
My God, she smelt
beautiful. He was sure he was drunk
because of her beautiful scent.
He moved the tendrils of her hair from her
face and neck. Under the moonlight he could see her features. He
shifted his gaze down her body. Her nightshirt was a flimsy
material and the neckline had dropped over one of her shoulders
nearer to him. Her breasts rise and fall as she breathed. He
couldn’t help himself and so he lightly touched the tip of her
breast with the back of his fingers.
She stirred and sighed delicately.
He smiled. He moved his fingers and undid
the string at the base of her neck, removing the material slowly,
pealing the cover to expose her bare flesh. He sat there staring at
her breast and then he brushed his fingers ever so slightly across
her nipple.
She sighed softly.
Her nipple rose and erected like a rose bud.
He smiled and kissed her nipple lightly, just on the tip with his
firm lips.
She sighed and turned her face to his
side.
He moved his face toward hers and started
kissing her gently so that he would not wake her.
Ivy sighed again.
Was she in a dream? The beautiful feelings,
did it really exist?
Her body felt warm all over. The tingling
sensations were running along her body. The heat, she could feel
the strong, powerful heat on top of her. She felt warm fingers
touching her breast. The beautiful sensations increased by a
hundred folds. She turned her head to the other side. Hot burning
sensations were building up fast in her midsection.
She groaned.
The beautiful feelings were still there,
getting stronger by the seconds. Instinctively, she squeezed her
thighs together but the hot throbbing of needs kept building up.
She shook her head and came fully awake.
She blinked to adjust her eyes to the
darkness.
“ You are awake.” She heard
a deep voice near her ear.
She must be dreaming, she thought.
She looked up at the man before her in
confusion. Suddenly, she widened her eyes and gasped. “No, please
let go!”
“ Let go?” He imprisoned
her with his body.
“ Please,” she cried,
pushing her hands against his massive chest.
He only held onto her tighter. He laughed,
his voice echoing near her ear. When he stopped laughing, he moved
his face toward her and kissed her hard on her lips, his tongue
urging her mouth to open.
She shook her head from side to side,
thrashed her feet, and hit his chest.
When he lifted his head back, he stared down
at her in the moonlight. His breath was snatched away when he saw
how beautiful she was as she stared up at him. He lowered his face
toward her and whispered, “You wish me to let you go?”
She nodded her head furiously.
“ And yet you come into my
house? Isn’t that an invitation, Ivy?” he asked softly.
“ Please,” she cried, “I
did not mean to sneak into your house, your grace. I...I just need
a place to stay for a while before I