"I'm sure of it," Drew said. "Be careful with him, hon," he added. "This might be a part of his future plans for you. To get you up here to drug you… then take his pleasures with you."
Eugenia turned to Drew, her eyes wide. "But Drew, I want to leave with you," she said. "Please take me with you when you leave here."
Laughing hoarsely, Drew pulled Eugenia into his arms. "I can't give you silks and satins, my love," he said softly. "You've grown used to such a way of life now. Do you think you could live day by day in sleazy hotels? And do you think you could ride by horseback beside me, to follow me to find my riches?"
It hadn't been in Eugenia's plans to live as he had just spoken of, but yet, to live without him again… ? "I do love you so, Drew," she whispered, cuddling in his arms, then laughing when she smelled the aroma of cloth singeing. "The candle, Drew. I simply forgot about the candle. I've about caught you afire."
"We'd best leave this room, anyway," Drew said, walking toward the door. "If your friend came home early and decided to have his usual fun, it wouldn't be too wise for him to find us in here."
"True. True," Eugenia sighed. "Then let's check the other room at the far end of the hall. I'm sure that one will do."
Again, the candle's flickering shadows played around Eugenia and Drew as they made their way down the narrow hallway, a hallway that didn't even appear to have ever been painted. It was only a dull gray, with a few webs sparkling beneath the candle's rays. Eugenia turned the knob on this other door and hurried inside.
"God. What a contrast to the room we just left," Drew said, looking around. The windows and floors were barren and there wasn't a piece of furniture to be seen. "I bet rats are the only things that inhabit this room."
Eugenia shuddered. "Please don't say that," she said. "I'll be afraid to leave you here."
Laughing, Drew took her hand. "Hon, I was only kiddin'," he said. "I'm sure this'll be fine. But I think you can blow out the candle. The moonlight can be our light for this night."
Blowing the candle out, Eugenia went to the window and stared outward. The gray clouds of earlier in the day had separated, leaving only the clear sky of night, with the moon so bright and close. She felt as though she could reach up and touch it. And below her, she could see the stables, and knew that she would hear when Frederick's carriage returned. "We're finally alone, my love," she said, swinging around to face Drew. "It's been too long."
Instead of a room filled with dreariness, the tower room became a place for lovers. Lovers hiding together, from everyone… and everything. The moonlight was the bed that Drew was lowering Eugenia down upon. She didn't even feel the coldness or hardness of the floor when her back made contact. She watched Drew's eyes twinkling—the stars to her now—as his fingers untied her cape and opened it slowly from around her, letting it cascade across the floor beneath her.
"Jesus," he groaned, seeing the flimsy attire of the lacy, white chemise. "If I'd known this was all you wore beneath that cape, I couldn't even have left the stables. I would've taken you. Right then and there, in the hayloft. In the straw and the cold air of night."
Eugenia lifted her hand upward, tracing the outline of his lips. Ah, how handsome he was. Even more so in the moonlight. "Hush, my love," she said, feeling the stirrings of desire growing like flames, flickering, kindling the passions until she could hardly wait to be touched and caressed by his skillful fingers. Another night of love beneath the moonlight's guidance. She remembered how wonderful it had all been. She had been waiting… for so long.
"Let's enjoy the moment to the fullest," Drew said, slowly pulling her Papa's combs from her hair. "So beautiful," he whispered, spreading the redness of her hair out across the floor around Eugenia's head. "A crown of roses," he whispered. Then his fingers made contact with Eugenia's flesh, as he pulled her chemise upward and over her head.
"And now. Undress me, my darlin'," Drew said, pulling her up to him. "I want to feel your fingers. Touch me. Set me afire."
Trembling, Eugenia removed Drew's jacket, shirt, then began to unzip his breeches, already feeling a throbbing hardness waiting to be released. When her fingers made contact, waves of pleasure made her feel almost faint.
"Caress it, Eugenia," Drew said, stepping out of his breeches, his fingers now kneading the curves of her breasts, making Eugenia's breath come in short pants. Her fingers wrapped around his manhood and began to fondle and move until he began to moan with pleasure.
With one swift movement, they were spread out on their blanket of moonlight once again. Eugenia shut her eyes, swallowed up in the sensuous feelings of his tongue and fingers exploring her body, preparing her for the moment of bliss that she knew was fast approaching. His fingers were so warm on her womanhood, spreading her, caressing her, while his teeth pulled the nipple of her aching breast to stiffness.
Eugenia couldn't help but begin to writhe, needing the stiffness of his manhood between her thighs, not his fingers. Instead his head lowered and his tongue replaced his fingers.
"Oh, Drew," she murmured, running her fingers through the curly locks of his hair. "What are you doing to me? You're making me feel so wonderful, my mind is leaving me." She spread her legs farther apart and began to fondle her own breasts, lost in the sensations of the moment.
All thoughts of anything else blurred before her as she felt his body move upward, and then experienced the heat of his throbbing flesh as he finally entered her. Their lips met in frenzied passion, his tongue probing, exploring, as his body moved above her. She moved her body with his, to meet the demanding thrusts, then like a candle, Eugenia felt as though she was one mass of warm, melting wax as her brain exploded with the completion of their union. She clung to him, savoring his body, the closeness of it, the smoothness of the skin of his back, and the smell of him—a man—when she felt his whole body begin to tremble against hers. She felt the ache of her body, as though it might break, as he thrust harder, groaning, gripping her in his arms like in a vice. And then it was over. And much, much too fast. She wanted the pleasurable feelings to go on forever. She wanted not to be aware of anything else, ever, but Drew… his body, and what he could arouse in her.
"Magnificent," he drawled, as his body grew limp.
Eugenia laughed softly. "My love, do you know that I remember you saying that the one other time we made love?"
His lips went to a breast and kissed it tenderly, and he cupped them both in his hands. "These are the most magnificent pair of breasts a man could want to touch." Then he put his lips to the other. "To suck." His teeth nibbled. "To bite."
Eugenia could feel the throbbing of her womanhood beginning again. Could it be possible to have that same glorious experience again? So soon? She reached down and touched Drew's shrunken manhood and began to caress it, until she felt it begin to grow in her hand once again. "Drew, do you think… ?"
"You're a wench," he laughed. Then he entered her once again. It only took three thrusts to make the world explode into a million colors around Eugenia once again, this time leaving her spent and breathless. She waited patiently for the same pleasures to wrack his body, meeting his every thrust with the upper movement of her hips. As before, when the trembling began in his body, she had to try her best to not let out a scream as he held Her tightly to him, pounding his manhood into her so hard and demanding. Then in one more violent shudder of his body, it was over. He rolled from atop her and stretched out on his back on top of her cape.
"God, woman," he gasped. "You're too much for one man."
She laughed quietly, running her fingers over the wetness of his body. He had worked himself up into a lather, just like her horse had so often done back at her parents' homestead, after he had put in a hard day's labor.
"You'll take a chill, love," Eugenia said, scooting over, fitting her body in next to his, wanting to warm him, protect him. Now that she was composed, she realized the coolness of the room.