Worship by Sommer Marsden

Author:Sommer Marsden
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Headline
Published: 2010-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

The Surprise

by Dolores Day

Lady Emma Davenport dismissed her maid with a wave of her hand. Once the door clicked to a close, she ran to the commodious wardrobe and sprung it open. From the array of dresses she selected white, sprigged muslin.

Some ladies, or so she had been led to believe, soaked the dresses in scented water before slipping into them. This made the material transparent but Emma did not feel so brave, nor did she leave off the thin silk shift, again it was a lack of courage that made her hesitate. This was her first assignation and she was not certain what was right or not. Besides, certain modesty held her back. She could not consider showing all her body to a gentleman, no matter how excited he made her feel.

Henry De Vere was waiting for her in the summerhouse, it was a rather chilly spring evening but she dare not risk him coming up to the house. Anyone of the servants could spot him and she knew from growing up, how servants liked to gossip. They had gossiped about her father and that was how she knew ‘what a devil for the ladies’ he was. Perhaps it was from him that she had inherited these feelings, this desire for something, although she was not certain what exactly that something was. These feelings made her angry sometimes and short-tempered with her maid. At night in her sleep there had been a glorious feeling inside her, she would frequently moan herself awake and find the frustration there, tugging at the lower half of her body. Her nightgown clinging to her as her body was saturated with perspiration. Henry De Vere, therefore, held a promise; he had kissed her and she had felt the delicious throb deep inside. Perhaps he had the secret that would unlock these alien longings and free her from this physical pain.

She took out her fur-lined velvet cloak, wrapping it around her, before drawing its hood over her blonde curls. Before leaving, she gathered up her little dog, if any servant saw her leaving, then they would assume she was taking Princey for a walk.

Her satin slippers made hardly a sound, even against the marble stairs. Candles burned low in the large hallway, flickering and making exciting patterns across the high frescoed ceiling. The large doors were before her. On tiptoe she hurried across the tiled hall – a noise, barely a creek stopped her in her journey. She turned, the door that led into the library had been opened and standing in the doorway was Lord Richard Davenport…her husband!

As she stared at him with horrified eyes, he raised an arm, resting it on the architrave. Obviously he had just arrived for he was wearing high riding boots and white breeches. The tight breeches were molded to his strong thighs; his frilled shirt was open at the neck, the sleeves flowing over tightly buttoned cuffs. He was tall and broad and threatening. As always when she saw him just a little curl of fear caused her to tremble.

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