Her Awakening
(A working title - Novel in progress)
© H. Cooper

 

Chapter Ten

 

"Na criez pas"

Do not scream. The words came in a familiar french hush just as strong fingers clasped her ankle. A knee sank between her legs and she felt the bed give under his weight, the fingers released her so that two large hands could slide up the backs of her thighs, pushing the voluminous folds of her skirt along with them.

He was over her, his mouth at her ear before she could even think to scream. Bella was frozen. It was him, the Dark Stranger from the hallway.

She moaned in near outraged fright. "How did you find me in this room? Who are you? My aunt......"

"Shhhhhhhhh. You are very easy to find and your aunt will not begin to worry over you for a while yet. She is very busy downstairs with her guests. As for who I am. You don't really want to know, do you?"

His words, always in french, taunted in their casual laziness. His hands were splayed on the very tops of her thighs, the broad pads of his thumbs sweeping in slow circles just inside the crease of tender flesh. So close to her. So intimate. She felt her body respond with a quickening. Flesh swelling in a betrayal of reaction.

"Please...go" She panted, she imagined trying to overthrow his weight, but knew she was no match. And somehow, somehow she was completely unable to find the screams in her head to release them into the air.

"Why? You don't want me to go. Do you mon sucre de fille?"

His sugar girl. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and said nothing, merely whimpered in the swirling uncertainty that was quickly over riding any fear she might have. What would he do to her..this time?

It didn't take long to find out, he dipped his head further and she felt his mouth in the curve of her neck, nudging away spilled curls to nibble and suckle lightly. A sweet ache budded between her legs where he kept them splayed by the width of his body, the very place that a few nights before he had plunged his fingers into over and over. She gasped and felt herself grow violently hot as she recalled the encounter with a torrent of honeyed wet gathering in that secret place.

"Je pourrais vous manger entier."

I could eat you whole. Her body jerked with tremors of heat and she turned her face into the thick comforter covering the bed, panted into the silk of it as he shifted, drawing her forcibly over. Even now she could not see him, so well hidden was he in the dark of the room. Could only make out the faint size of him in the blackness. He was large, looming.

Her dress was twisted high about her hips once more, only now, sure hands were at the stays of her corset, tugging them and soon her breasts were free, cupped in those hands, their weight fitted perfectly to palms, thumbs and forefingers gathering her nipples and squeezing lightly. She could not contain the gasp of exquisite sensations that created, nor could she close her legs as he laid half atop her between them. She reached down with her hands and shoved at his shoulders but she was greeted only with a low laugh and when she felt his lips brush a nipple, felt that mouth cover it with damp heat, felt the first wild flutter of bursting pleasure as he suckled her, her hands fell away to the bedcover and clawed into it, moaning as her hips took their own life and lifted upward into him.

"..vous avez besoin....vous desirez....ceci"

The words wore murmured between her breasts as he began switching between each round globe of flesh, his tongue swirling around the straining peak of each nipple, bringing a cry of pleasure as his teeth captured and tugged gently, shifting so that his fingers played and swirled up the inside of her right thigh, working higher until he was splitting already dampened curls and folds of plump ache and dragging the tips of his fingers against that lush pink flesh.

God. She did want it. She did need it. She was falling apart beneath him. How did he know how to touch her in this way. In a way he knew she make her so helpless. It felt so good. She felt so ashamed even as her legs of their own accord, spread wider for him and he rewarded her with a plunge of two fingers into the tight sheath of her body.

"Ohhh God........pleaaaaaaase" It was a beg. A plea for him to let her go. To disappear. To save her from him. To save her from her own wanton mindlessness.

"Joli bebe.....fille douche." Love words murmured as he moved down her body and when his mouth slid against her thigh she thought she might throw herself right off the bed as her body jerked.

"Nooooooooo."

"Mais oui...................oui....." His hands spread on her thighs and urged them up as her knees bent, spread her wide as he settled between and then she felt the most undescribable feeling she could have ever imagined, a feeling that stole her breath and made her body a mass of writhing, trembling flesh.

His tongue flicked out slowly, sliding the length of girlishly plump folds, spread already by his hold on her thighs, she whimpered and her hips bucked but she did not fight him overly much and she could not have done so anyway. They both knew that now. He took his time. He inhaled the clean fresh scent of her, nibbled those plump little folds before suckling each long and slow. He slowly returned those two fingers deep inside her body just as his mouth parted wide, fully on the heat of her, the flat of his tongue spread over moist girl flesh, rubbing roughly in long slow strokes over her clit, gnashing with his teeth at the straining flesh until her hands were in his hair gripping and he chuckled hot against her. She wasn't trying to tug him off, she was tugging his face into the heat of her.

"Wanton" He whispered into her flesh. He feasted on her then, eating at her as if she were a rare fruit, ripe and sweet. His fingers pushing and pulling out of the cling of her walls in a sweet easy rhythm.

"Oohhh.....God...........I..........please.......ohhhnnn.." Bella spilled words low and pleading into the cool air of the dark room, but she could not fight this. Fight this..stranger. She stared up blindly into the black and called herself every vulgar name she knew for women who allowed themselves to be used so freely. What would Aunt Christina think of her? Catty? Raven?

Oh God, Raaavvvven.

The very thought of him, the very image of him flashing into her mind was enough to throw her body into convulsions. Her fingers twisted tight into the strangers hair and her body shook and writhed and ground itself down onto his mouth and fingers. She was undone. Spilling the nectar of her pleasure down like rain upon his lips and tongue. Jerking with kittenish growls of release tumbling over her lips until her voice grew raw and lust roughened.

The man kept her there, bucking and gasping for long moments, his hands lifting from her lewdly splayed thighs to hold her hips in place, devouring her with his mouth until she was nearly shrieking. Finally with a dark deep gasp of air he lifted, sliding up her body, his own laying fully between her, and through his pants she could feel the huge bulge of his own lust as it strained against the very place his mouth had just sent her over the edge.

He took her mouth in a kiss that made her reel. Never had she tasted herself. Now she drank it from his mouth as if she had thirsted for days. Their tongues mating in deep sliding twists of molten flesh. Her hands still tangled in his hair gripped and relaxed, gripped again before sliding free to reach for his back. He rutted against her through his pants, until the fabric chafed sensitized flesh and she moaned and shuddered in near pain, her pleas came in soft breathy mewls. No longer begging for freedom, but pure in their neediness. Begging for something she had never come close to having. To be full of this person. She wanted him inside her. So very deep inside.

He slid a large hand behind her nape and lifted her as he shifted, guiding her as the kiss continued in breaks and remating of mouths. She sat straddled over his lap, her legs wound over his hips and around him, held tight in his arms, one hand sliding to cup a cheek of her bottom, squeezing and kneading as the kiss continued on until she thought she might succumb. He nipped and suckled at her lips as he had done between her legs. Fed on her until she was writhing in his arms. She whimpered and rocked onto the hardness beneath her.

"I won't take you. Not tonight. Maybe never." He whispered into her mouth. "But I will have you every other way. You will welcome it, won't you my sugar girl? My precious wanton. My flame innocent."

She could not answer, she could not answer but she knew she had no will. She wanted what he was doing to her. Her body was on fire like it had never felt. She understood now what couples disappeared into the maze for. She understood what took place long after the soirees and parties died down.

"Don't ask my name. Don't ask to know me. Don't do anything but accept what I am giving you right now, my precious." He nuzzled into her neck, using her hair in his fist to tug her head back until she gasped.

"Plaisir."

The word whispered down the length of her throat, punctuated by a slow suckle of turgid nipple as he bent lower. He drew tightly of her flesh and she arched, curving herself upward, pushing the flesh into his mouth in offering. He spoke quietly against her. Every word coating her in languorous heat.

"I will teach you what it means to know passion. I will teach you what it means to know control. I will teach you to pleasure me in ways you never dared imagine and you will beg me for it."

She trembled and he drew her up and even so close this way she still could not make out a single feature of his face. "This is wrong...I will be .."

"Non" He put a finger to her lips. "No one will know. Not a single living soul. I won't harm you. But I will have you as long as I desire to."

He kissed her again, slowly with what could only be described as something close to tenderness. A kiss that took her breath and left her dizzy, dizzy enough to let her forehead rest upon his cheek when he parted his lips from hers.

"Enough for this time, my sugar girl. Take a few moments, rest and repair yourself. Your dance partners await you. Spend the night knowing how I smell you."

He kissed her again very lightly and slid her from his lap and without another word was gone through the connecting doors that adjoined her bedroom to a bath and another suite of rooms that remained empty. No light. No glimpse of who he might be.

He remained the Dark Stranger. Even still.

 

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"What is going on?" Catty examined her new best friend quizzically, huffing as the redhead seemed even now not to hear a word she was saying. Something was definitely up. "Bella? Hellloooo??"

Bella blinked and flushed as she realized the blonde had been trying to get her attention. She smoothed gloved fingers down the sleek deep green silk and smiled brightly.

"Dreadfully hot in here don't you think? I was just contemplating a nice walk outdoors or maybe a drink. What do you think? A drink? A walk?"

Catty's eyes narrowed and glittered with curiosity, a grin toyed her lips. "If I did not know better.."

"Well you don't so lets go get a drink." Bella took the smaller girl by the elbow and practically shoved her towards the long aisle of tables laden with refreshments.

"Bella? What is going on? Has something happened to you? I can tell there is something going on." Catty used her most cajoling tone, the one her papa always fell for when he was trying to deny her a bauble or new dress. She had a sweet way of talking most anyone into most anything. "Just talk to me, I am worried."

Dancers swirled in a sea of color on the ballroom floor. Bella sipped at her punch and then in a swift much practiced motion, opened her fan to flutter cool air across her face. Inside she was a mass of jangling nerves and tremor. She could not move without feeling him. Feeling that mouth. Those hands. All of him. She groaned and shook her head, collecting herself and looking down at Catty with a what she hoped was a very nonchalant smile.

"Truly Catty, you are just biting at the bit for a little gossip aren't you? Nothing has gone on other than this is all becoming just a little too much. I am ready for this weekend to be over. Ready for a sense of normalcy."

Catty hesitated a moment and then laughed, not quite ready to believe there was nothing but yet, willing to wait a while longer to press. "Darling Bella, this is normalcy in England." She laughed.

 

Thankfully for Bella the remainder of the night and the weekend passed rather uneventfully. Soon Bale's many guests were bundling into ornate carriages and wheeling off down the miles long lane that led into the English countryside off of Bale property. Left behind were dozens of invitations to fetes and soiree's, teas and luncheons, weekends such as this and all other manners of social outings. Her Aunt Elizabeth called her an all out success.

She had not seen Raven again that entire time. She had no idea if he had left or simply been avoiding her or become ensconced in one of Bale's many bedrooms with some more accommodating guest. The idea continued to leave her feeling quite distressed and even more bothered since she herself had allowed things to happen to her that she was certain would end any and every other interest given her way, especially from Raven.

But neither could she deny she had lain awake just last night, almost waiting for the Dark Stranger to arrive, to slip out of the blackness. Touch her. Whisper to her in that husky french accent all of the ways in which she would be his. When she closed her eyes and ceased her breath, she could reclaim the feeling of his touch near perfectly. A tremor of excitement shot through her and she was glad no one was around to see the flame blush that crawled over the pale cream of her skin. She was really beginning to question herself. Her morals. One man claiming her attentions, one man taking her passions. Finding herself thinking of each and longing to see both again.

 

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