Authors: Janelle Taylor
Was she real? Who was she? How had she come to be here in this paradise? The steady rise and fall of her bare bosom told him she was indeed alive and much too real.
He bent down beside her, just at her tiny waist. His smoldering gaze began at her tawny head and leisurely moved all the way to her neatly trimmed toenails. Spencer’s respiration grew strained and labored. His senses ignited and flamed with acute desire; his groin tightened and pleaded for release, and his lips curled up in an appreciative curve.
She possessed the exquisite face of an angel, the seductive body of a goddess, and the magnetism and mystery of a sea siren. Since she was boldly trespassing upon his private property and was wantonly lying naked in broad daylight—did that give him the unquestionable right to take advantage of this delightful situation?
His torrid gaze drifted over to her garments which
had been so impulsively and immodestly tossed aside to frolic
au naturel.
He grinned in satisfaction, for they were definitely the vestments of a commoner. What menial with a face and body like hers could still remain a virgin? No doubt her skills were tremendous and her experiences numerous, Spencer surmised.
No female had ever denied him anything he wished. The idea that this sensual girl might resist or refuse him was totally absurd, impossible! A pleased smile claimed his sensual mouth; everyone knew that a ravishing serving girl belonged to any nobleman who could seduce her…He glanced around at their secluded, dreamy setting; no one would disturb their play. A devilish gleam flickered in his eyes and settled upon his striking face. He selfishly concluded that she was his for the taking. Anyway, if she were not a passionate woman at heart and a spirited adventuress, she would not be lying naked and inviting in his Elysium…
Perhaps this beguiling vixen was actually waiting for him, plotting his own seduction, he mused. He should generously and chivalrously comply with her needs and wishes. This diversion was just what he needed to ease his tensions and to take his mind off of his troubles. It had been weeks since he had found a woman he wanted to bed. He stood up and nonchalantly stripped off his own clothes, dropping them beside hers in a neat pile.
Observing her and his swollen manhood, he made his irrevocable decision…
“These violent delights
have violent ends.”
“A word and a blow.”
—
Romeo and Juliet,
William Shakespeare
Towering over Alex, Spencer stared down at her, his eyes fusing to an igneous cobalt shade. Her hair surrounded her head like a halo of intermingled gold and silver. It was long and wavy with impishly wispy curls dancing upon her oval face. Her complexion was flawless and silky smooth; the lines of her lovely face were exquisite and sensually appealing. Her lips were soft and pink; a defiant pout claimed them even in deep sleep. A dainty chin hinted at that same willful, stubborn air. Spencer knew she couldn’t be less than seventeen or more than twenty.
Although her breasts were firm and ample, they seemed to be still blossoming. Her waist was the smallest he had ever seen; her hips were nicely rounded and slim. Her shapely legs were supple and slender; her dainty ankles were small and strong. She had surely broken the hearts of countless swains. Yet, her obvious power over men irrationally vexed him.
In past experiences, Spencer had discovered that extremely beautiful women were usually impetuous,
haughty, and spoiled. They used their beauty and sensual appeal as weapons to force men to grovel at their feet, just like Cassandra!
Cassandra…that spiteful, little witch had actually pulled the two lowest tricks in the book to try and subjugate him after his casual dismissal of her. After attempting every ploy and using every wile and charm she possessed, she had vindictively allowed him to catch her in bed with another man—his own bed at that! When that disgusting idea failed miserably, she had taken a bejeweled dirk and maliciously tried to castrate him, to deny him possession of any other female. No doubt her broken arm had smarted for quite a long time afterwards! Spencer grinned satanically as he sneered; no scheming female would ever get the best of him.
He wondered why that little witch had come to mind after all these months. Gazing down at the nymph at his feet, he knew. Cassandra had boasted of nearly this same color hair and this same defiant expression. Yet, Cassandra’s beauty could not hold a candle to this ravishing creature’s. He absently wondered if Cass had finally married President Madison’s assistant. If she had cunningly managed to become Mrs. John Lindsdale, it was only to remain within arm’s length of the man she truly craved: himself!
With that thought, he instantly eyed the third finger of Alex’s left hand which lay negligently over her flat stomach. He astutely noticed there was no wedding band there and sighed in relief; however, he carelessly failed to take note of the softness of those
graceful hands which clearly proved they had never known menial labor.
He gingerly positioned himself beside her, propping his head upon his hand. He cautiously snuggled his stalwart, nude frame against her golden flesh, resting his throbbing manhood at her hip. The coolness of her flesh felt good next to the fiery texture of his torrid extension. He stretched out an anxious hand to gently fondle the satiny flesh upon her stunning face, slender neck, and inviting shoulder. He ever-so-lightly traced his forefinger over her neck, down the hollow between her breasts, over her abdomen, and down her leg for as far as he could reach without moving at her side. She shifted and sighed. His touch was as light and warm as a summer breeze at mid-afternoon.
He lowered his head to allow his mouth to confiscate hers in a pervasive, delicious kiss. He then trailed feathery kisses over her closed lids with their thick lashes and across her velvety cheeks, savoring their smoothness against his lips. He nibbled at her earlobes and parted lips. His hands deftly and boldly encroached upon her enticing body, very provocatively, so as to titillate her rather than to startle her. His assault was deliberate and sensuous.
When he drew moist circles around her erect nipples with a warm tongue, a drowsy moan of rising passion escaped her lips. Alexandria sighed contentedly in blissful relaxation. Her lids fluttered, then opened to reveal eyes the shade of precious emeralds. They slowly roved the handsome face and virile chest which loomed above them. A natural, innocent smile
greeted him, bewitching him beyond reason. She sleepily gazed up into eyes of molten steel upon the face of Apollo.
He sent her a beguiling smile in return, enrapturing her heart and enflaming her dream-blurred senses. His skillful fingers wandered into her amber curls, feeling the vitality and glossiness of them. He tenderly caressed her cheek with the back of his strong hand, admiring the soft perfection of her golden flesh. In her half-wakeful state, Alex snuggled her cheek against the hand which had halted its pleasing action.
His head leaned forward; his mouth covered hers once more in a thorough and engulfing kiss. A tingling glow suffused her. She was instantly adrift upon a turbulent ocean whose powerful waves feverishly washed over her body, gradually pulling her into a dangerous whirlpool of heady desire. As he kissed the tip of her nose, liquid green eyes were captured by potent blue ones, expertly drawing her deeper and deeper into their seemingly bottomless depths, imprisoning her senses in an all-consuming abyss.
Captivated by this stimulating dream, her arms went up to encircle his neck. Dreamily entrapped, she greedily held his mouth against hers for several more devastating kisses. Her senses reeled freely and wildly, filling her with the same carefree abandonment she experienced when racing the wind upon Ivory’s back. For the first time in her dreams, her elusive perfect man was at her side. He was kissing her, touching her, and holding her as no real man ever had.
Her body soon felt the same overpowering heat and
hunger which his did. Her skin prickled and flamed. A gnawing ache which she did not recognize made her hunger for a nameless satisfaction. Her breasts were taut, pleading for a new onslaught by his lips and hands. She instinctively and voraciously responded to the bronze-skinned, sable-haired, blue-eyed knight above her who mutely demanded her helpless submission.
Alexandria’s unbridled response to him heightened Spencer’s own desire and encouraged his assault upon her. Her growing ardor and urgent need for him grew greater and greater. He ignored the artless way in which she kissed him and reacted to him. He adamantly refused to comprehend she was totally innocent in mind and body.
Passion’s flames engulfed them in a fiery glow which only total fulfillment could douse. His hands freely roamed her luscious figure, bringing her uncontrollable tremors of molten desire. He gently forced her lips to part and accept his assault. His tongue probed the warm and tasty recess of her mouth, and he savored the sweetness he discovered there.
Even the weight of his virile body failed to release her dazed senses from their perilous enthrallment. He gently ravished her entreating mouth and tantalized her body until she was mindless of all reality except the godlike, magnetic creature who was driving her into a bittersweet frenzy. The thick mat of black hair upon his brawny chest aroused her to an even higher level of excitement as it rubbed against her sensitive
breasts. She uttered feverish moans as he nibbled at her ear, his warm and erratic breathing sending tremors over her pliant body.
Her hands anxiously stroked the rippling muscles in his firm back and upon his powerful shoulders, finally burying themselves in his full stygian hair as she inaudibly pleaded for some resolution to this torment of intermingled pleasure and anguish.
Alexandria was totally oblivious to his gentle parting of her thighs and to his determined probings at her resistant maidenhead. Her mind was incapable of understanding this ravishment, and her own arousal aided his success. Suddenly, a searing, burning pain shattered her Eden as Spencer feverishly drove his manhood into that guarded place where no interloper had ever trespassed before. Even amidst the pain and shock, her body greedily accepted the invasion. But suddenly her Galahad became a malevolent demon who was fiendishly invading her innocent body and brutally trampling upon her purity.
A piercing scream of sheer agony was torn from her lips as the unexpectedness of the pain ripped into her rosy world. She shuddered and attempted to escape this horror, but was pinned beneath the phantom’s unmovable body. Tears of pain and fear filled her eyes and eased into her tousled hair as her dream became a nightmare.
Startled by her cry, Spencer leaned away from her and stared down in utter disbelief at the panicked girl who was fearfully gaping up at him. A look of confusion and anguish flooded those lucid pools of
green. They darted over his astonished features, then glanced around them as if trying to decide where she was and what was happening to her. Strange, she appeared totally befuddled! He was shocked.
She inhaled sharply. Her lovely face went stark white. She glared at him. This was not a fantasy! He was no fanciful Galahad! Aware of the bleak reality and stunning implication of the situation, she began to beat upon his chest with ineffectual blows. She screamed at him; she threatened him. She sobbed in anger, pain, and humiliation. She fought him like a tigress, trying to claw herself free from this degrading position beneath his naked body.
“Get off of me this instant, you vile beast! My father will kill you for this! How dare you sneak in here and brutally ravish me! How dare you touch me at all! Get off of me!” she screamed again at. the bemused Spencer whose ears were still ringing from her first shrill cry. Her hair was dishevelled; her respiration was erratic. Daggers shot from her narrowed eyes. But unknowingly she provoked him even more.
Spencer knew he should feel some pangs of guilt and alarm, but he was too intoxicated by her to do so. “Ravish you?” he taunted devilishly, his wits quickly returning. A mischievous leer flickered upon his mocking face. His eyes twinkled with renewed intrigue and daring. “My little naiad, you are the one who nearly ravished me. I merely complied with your pleas when I but stole one kiss from those sweet lips,” he teased her, trailing his finger over her lips.
Shocked by his nonchalant mood and infuriating
explanation of his vile deed, she fused a deep crimson as she shamefully and gradually recalled what she had mistakenly believed to be a dream. She inhaled sharply in rising distress as these memories flooded her terrified brain. “I was sound asleep! I was dreaming. I never meant to encourage you! I mean…” she wildly stammered in alarm and panic as she realized her own guilt.
My God, she thought, I did respond to him! How could she behave like that with a total stranger? She mumbled weakly, “I thought I was only dreaming. I didn’t know you were real or that we were actually… You took advantage of me! You’re a devil! How dare you try to blame this outrage upon me! I’ve never…”
Blushing and shaking with unleashed fury, she halted. How did one handle such an embarrassing situation? How had he gotten into her private world? Why had he calmly and arrogantly violated her body while she slept?
She paled as he genially smiled down at her and seductively whispered, “You have now, my carefree nymph. Tell me, my lovely angel, how have you managed to remain untouched for so long? A woman of your matchless beauty and sensuality is impossible to ignore.” His appreciative and burning gaze boldly swept over her frozen features. He chuckled in amusement.
Astounded and enraged by his indifference to his vile deed, she drew back her hand and attempted to slap his smug, mocking face. He easily blocked her
hand, gently and firmly imprisoning it within his strong grasp. “You filthy animal!” she retorted. “Not all men are rutting beasts who prey upon sleeping, defenseless maidens! Even so, I would slay the first one who dared to lay his disgusting hand upon me!” she stormed at him, her eyes freezing into chips of green ice.
She began to struggle with renewed strength and determination. She savagely clawed at his shoulders, and angrily bit him bringing pain and more blood. Yet, Spencer never even winced or cried out.
He seized her other flaying hand and pinned her wrists to the ground near her head. She wiggled and thrashed about, trying her best to free herself from his grip of iron. She shrieked unladylike insults at him; she cried in fury and frustration: all to no avail. He would not release her or move from atop her.
His eyes had narrowed and hardened when she had rashly bitten and scratched him. He casually glanced over at his bleeding shoulder with its lacerated nail and teeth marks. His fathomless gaze shifted to the helpless, struggling girl beneath him. His satanic glare slowly and deliberately eased over every inch of her body which was visible to his insolent gaze. She uncontrollably trembled under its glacial intensity.
When he finally spoke, his voice was deceptively calm, “Now that you have painfully branded me with your mark of affection, where shall I place mine upon your lovely body?” he asked, instantly vanquishing the smug smile which had flickered briefly upon her radiant face at the mention of the pain she had inflicted
upon him. “Perhaps upon one of these delectable breasts? Or here, where everyone can see who has taken you first?” he snarled, stroking her upper chest and trailing a finger over her collarbone.
Alex shuddered and paled. Unbidden tears stung her entreating eyes as she softly whispered, “Please don’t. I’m…sorry…” From the way she had spoken that last word, it sounded to him as if this was the very first time she had ever uttered an apology!
A heady sense of power and unruly desire entered him as he gazed down at the girl-woman who lay imprisoned in his embrace. “Apology accepted with no further need for reprisal,” he insouciantly announced to the stunned girl. “Besides, you’re much too exquisite to mar and definitely too wild to be corralled by any one man,” he hoarsely murmured, running his finger over her parted lips.
As Alex nervously awaited his next move, her gaze helplessly travelled each line of his compelling face. He was the most striking man she had ever seen. She had never even imagined a male could be so devastatingly attractive, and she knew she was at his mercy. An inexplicable and magnetic force irresistibly drew her to him like the moth to the flame. What magic did he possess? How had he come by such staggering prowess and enormous charms?