Beautiful Rose

Chapter 1-4

Oh, that’s nice, Rosalind realized with a start. I had no idea this would feel so good. Desire, already stoked by every kiss, flickered higher. Memories of pain and humiliation faded into a quiet hum at the back of her mind, with passion a full-throated roar through her whole body.

I can scarcely believe that this day is ending here, in Vidal’s bed, with Carmen gone for good, when yesterday the two of them were all but wed. She hated herself for gloating over the event that caused Vidal so much agony, but it was the only reason she was with him now. Good riddance.

He isn’t mine, she reminded herself fiercely, and he isn’t likely ever to be. Still, he desires me, and there will be this night if nothing else. Maybe in time… she didn’t finish the thought. It won’t do to hope too much.

Vidal eased the bodice of Rosalind’s dress down and began pressing soft kisses between her partially bared breasts. A twinge of new anxiety shook her. Would her unattractive body repel him? The hand with which he still embraced her was busily unhooking the back of her dress.

In the meantime, she busied herself with the buttons of his jacket. If I have to be revealed, he does too. The niggling tremors of anxiety in the back of her mind wouldn’t be silent., but if she wanted to undress him, and with such fierce fervor that she was clawing clumsily at the buttons of his coat, then perhaps her terror would abate soon.

Within moments, they had reached the point at which there was no way to continue undressing each other while they were pressed so tightly together.

Releasing her with a groan, Vidal rose up on his knees, and Rosalind followed. He reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, then shrugged off his jacket, struggled out of his shirt, and dropped his trousers.

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Slow down, man, Vidal ordered himself. Here you are ripping your clothes off, and you’ve taken no time at all to savor your lady. At this rate, you’ll be finished before you start. When did this woman I scarcely thought twice about become the object of such passion?

Clad only in a shift and stockings, she revealed more than she concealed. Her erect n*****s pressed against the thin fabric, clearly visible, as was the patch of dark hair between her legs. He reached toward her and pulled the pins that held her bun in place. Thick, lustrous black tresses cascaded around her shoulders and back, transforming her instantly from prim employee to delicious wanton. When did willow-thin become so utterly desirable? He began his savoring by indulging in a long, lingering appraisal.