Windmera-Desperation

“Oh, Lisa dearest, you are so good, so easy to be with,” Oscar said, and unaware that he and Lisa had an audience, he dropped a kiss on her lips.

It was only a short, quick, little kiss, but Lisa immediately responded by taking his hand to her cheek.

Lisa’s father found his voice at this juncture. “What is the meaning of this?”

Sara had to forcibly look away. She couldn’t smile, she told herself. She must not smile, but when she saw the hurt and confusion on Godwin’s face, she couldn’t help herself, and hurriedly clapped a hand over her lips.

She couldn’t have hoped for a better result. Lisa’s father took her away. Godwin bowed to her and left the ball. Her cousin stopped her from walking away and said, “This is your handiwork. I am certain of it. What was in that drink you gave her? You have engineered this from the start.”

“Nonsense,” she said, and went

to her parents to complain of a headache and ask that they take her home.

Later that same evening, with her mind and heart blissful with the results of her successful plotting, she quietly left her bedroom and went out the backdoor of the house with her parents, as always, none the wiser.

She could see him coming towards her in the darkness. Oh, but a fine figure of a man whose black cloak flapped in the wind behind him. She started to run towards him over the pebbled path, with her arms opened wide.

She had everything she could possibly want. She had ruined Lisa in Godwin’s eyes, just as she had hoped she would. And it wasn’t even her fault, she told herself. She hadn’t made Oscar kiss her. She hadn’t made Lisa rub her face against Oscar’s hand. Ha! It was all working in her favor.

Godwin would turn to her now, and she would have a husband and a position in society that all other women would envy.

But now? Now she had the man of her dreams! “Raoul!” she called breathlessly as his strong arms enveloped her.

“My love,” he murmured as he bent to kiss her lips.

“I have missed you,” she said when he let her up for air. She reached feverishly into his breeches and found what she wanted, what she needed. “Raoul…we have to find a way to see each other more often.”

He said nothing to this. She was aware that he rarely spoke and often wondered at it. His mouth took hers crushingly once more. His body was so hard, so desirable that all she could do was surrender to his touch.

He was her first true love and she was certain, so very certain that it was true love. He was a gypsy and social dictates forbade their union, but they could have stolen moments, she told herself. The future? She would have him always, waiting in the wings. She would never give him up. It was why she did not wish to go to London.

Yes, soon, she was certain, she would be Lady Ravensbury, a child bride of sorts at seventeen, but she would have her handsome wild gypsy to warm her heart and her body!

He took off his cloak and laid it on the ground even as he brought her to her knees and said, “Show me, woman, show me how much you want me.”

She licked his hard cock, took its length into her mouth and sucked harder, pleased with herself because he groaned with pleasure.

All at once, he made a primal sound and pushed her roughly onto her back. Oh, but she liked it. She liked the way he handled her, as though he couldn’t get enough of her.

He rammed into her over and over, harder, faster, and she pushed her palms down against the earth as she arched and screamed out his name.

He climaxed with her and rolled off to lie on his back.

She stroked his shadowed face and he pushed her hand away. “No,” he said. “If you love me, you will marry me.”

“I can’t. My parents would never agree,” she said, and realized though this was true, she was thankful of it as an excuse because she didn’t want to marry him. She wanted this…only this.

She mounted him then and found his cock still hard as she rubbed herself against it. “Did you say no, Raoul?”

He grabbed her hips. “Did I?”

She teased him with her wetness until he growled, “I want inside, woman. Take me inside.”

“Oh, I mean to when I’m ready…when I make you regret telling me no.”

~ Two ~

SO IT WAS IN THE fall of 1782 when Godwin brought to Ravensbury a new and bright-eyed wife.