The Wedding Deception (11 page)

- Relax. I do not bite.

- I'm not foolish to believe you.

- Very smart. - He looked amused. - If you were really scared, I could have cried.

- I can.

He shook his head.

- If I wanted to scream for help, I would have cried to five minutes. Involuntarily she looked at his hands. The fingers were long and elegant.

- You seem too knowledgeable on this subject for my taste, sir. Women often cry at your company?

- Only in moments of ecstasy.

Rebecca felt her face burning. The vulgarity of the comment left her stunned. She tried to shed, but he bent down and his breathing stroked his face.

- This conversation is totally inappropriate - she protested.

- Maybe. But you liked it. And liked it. Guarantee.

- I like you? It's very funny. I know nothing about him. Not even his name.

- So, allow me to present, beautiful maiden. - While holding the the waist, the stranger made a strange bow. - I am Richard Dorchester, fresh from Wiltshire. My friends call me a gentleman Dorchester and have a feeling you will soon be among them.

Chapter IX

The wedding was held at the mansion, in a simple ceremony, just with the presence of the family of Lord Fairhurst. Claire had the feeling to be reviving a dream to repeat their vows. Remembered family and wondered how he would explain the exchange of husband to parents and sisters. As we all only wanted your happiness, certainly accept the new situation.

Lord Fairhurst was polite but distant and hardly looked at her. The only clue of emotion was when, at the end of the ceremony, the eyes met an expressive way, recognizing both that something irreversible just happened.

In wedding night, and the others that followed, the newlyweds slept in separate rooms. Jasper took seriously his decision to wait know each other better before becoming intimate. Claire agreed, But inwardly he was disappointed. The first week passed quickly. As soon as the news spread, several members of the aristocracy came to visit the couple. Were courtesy visits, but mainly to know the young man who, among many others, Fairhurst Lord chose to be his wife. Finally, after fifteen days of marriage, Claire was officially presented to society at a reception given by the Duke of Warwick, the father Meredith. In hall of the mansion of the Duke, Claire Jasper and receive guests. Slowly, the tension lessened, and finally they went to the salon main to start the ball. The orchestra was ready, waiting the signal from the conductor. The first dance was with Claire Duke. Tried disguise the fear of being driven to the center of the dance floor. Looked up and encountered the Duke look encouraging.

- This is no time to falter, little girl - he said, wrapping the waist. - If you notice your insecurity, the attack is imminent.

- I know, your Grace - Claire shrugged his shoulders slightly. - But it seems that my feet are stuck in the ground.

The Duke smiled and waved to the conductor, who turned to the orchestra. The violins began to play.

The Duke was an accomplished dancer, and under his command, Claire performed steps with ease. In the next song, his partner was the marquis of Dardington. Despite having attended the marriage, the husband of Meredith not hide his distrust. Fortunately, was a music style
country,
steps with florid, cute and little chance to talk. Next Claire danced with Jasper's father and then with a distant relative Duke.

- Now it's my turn to dance with the bride, Berkley - Jasper said, so the song ended.

- Sure. - Berkley bowed. - She is a lovely girl, Fairhurst. You're a lucky man to have her as wife.

Jasper bowed his head slightly and laced Claire.

- Berkley has always had a weakness for beautiful women. She blushed. Jasper already had a modest effect to see her dressed up for the reception, noting that his appearance was suitably aristocratic. No was exactly the effect she had intended to provoke.

Chosen costume thinking about impressing her husband. The dress was cream satin with delicate embroidery in green and gold, with low neckline and bodice. She wore satin slippers of the same fabric of her dress and hung wrist, the range of pearl. Her hair was stuck on top head, with a few curls falling over his ears and neck. Claire was not conceited, but I was proud of her appearance. Jasper led her to the dance floor. The other couples turned away for sides, leaving them free space. All eyes were fixed them, but that was not what left Claire nervous. A feeling of panic involved, and their senses are sharpened. Turning the face, ran into Rebecca Manning, looking earnestly for them.

As Miss. Manning not go through the official entrance of the reception, Claire did not know she was among the guests. Feeling that he needed do something, bowed his head slightly in greeting her.

Realized Rebecca's confused expression, before turning to the gentleman that accompanied it. Claire could not see his face, as a column Marble blocked his view of man's face.

So the music started playing and Claire found herself circling the room, in her husband's arms, under the gaze of guests. They danced alone for a few minutes before the other couples joined them.

Jasper continued to tell his adventures, amusing stories with Claire his rebellious youth.

- I doubt that anyone was actually harmed by their play - She said. - But tell me something shocking about her.

- Not believing in me, right?

- Rather, my lord.

- Very good. - He nodded and murmured in his ear: - Once I fought a duel.

- In a duel! Really?

- You should be horrified, not intrigued.

- Should I? Well, I'm horrified. You fought for someone to loved?

- My sister.

- You defended the honor of your sister?

- Yes, against the insults of Dardington.

- You challenged the marquis? Swords or pistols? Jasper shook his head and laughed.

- You're a bloody. If I knew I would never have revealed to him my sordid past.

- I really like to know. - Suddenly, Claire was serious. - It allowed me know a little man you really are.

- I am no longer an irresponsible young and daring who risks everything in a impulse of rebellion - Jasper replied in a voice cold, almost harsh. Claire realized he had touched a raw nerve, but had not meant to offend him. When the song ended, apparently already Jasper forgotten the conversation, but not Claire.

- Come, I'm free the next dance. I want to hear the rest of the story the duel. - She practically dragged him towards the terrace, but stopped at the door. - It's raining.

- And strong. - With a mischievous smile on his lips, he added: - Duke has a gardenof-winter spectacular. And I know where he keeps the key. Come on!

From Arm in arm, across the hall. Excited by the prospect of alone with Jasper, Claire did not notice the looks of a scathing particular person. The garden-of-winter was on the same wing as the ballroom, with walls and a glass roof. The key was hung by the door. Jasper lit to light a candle and went inside. Claire followed by the nave.

The sound of rain beating on the glass and the smell of flowers, foliage and humidity created an almost unreal atmosphere. Jasper lit two lanterns clarity and revealed a kind of room with a sofa and several armchairs. Claire circulated the room, admiring the potted foliage exotic. Feeling that Jasper watched her movements, she turned slowly. Leaning against the wall with its mirror image, Jasper smiled. The Claire's heart soared. In an instant, he forgot the ball, the aristocracy, nervousness and many other thoughts that haunted him who agreed to be the wife of Jasper. He imagined himself kissing lips him, chin, neck. He imagined himself stroking his broad shoulders, breast,

The thighs and the rigidity of their masculinity. She imagined him inside. Suddenly, his feelings for her husband almost choked. She wanted him. She wanted him with passion, intensity, urgency. Awareness of this fact Claire woke up in an instinct that overcame her sensible nature and his prudence, leading to an urgent need, and exciting. Claire felt sure of his feelings. It was not just desire. She loved Jasper. It was inconceivable a demure woman be so bold, even with her own husband. And then discovered that he could be ruthless when he wanted something. And she wanted to Jasper. At that moment, that place. He approached slowly and spread his hands on his chest.

- What are you doing? - He asked.

- Does not it seem obvious? I'm trying to steal a kiss from my husband.

- Here? Now?

By a moment, Claire was afraid to lose heart. But overcoming the time of weakness, put his body on him. Shivered all to see he was excited.

- The timing is not ideal? - Linking it by the neck and kissed him mouth. There was a soft kiss or gentle, but passionate and demanding. Jasper responded with the same intensity and Claire felt melt inside.

Slowly she was arousing his senses, using your lips, teeth and language, and was delighted to hear him groan. His lips devoured, and languages seemed to duel for power domination. Though Claire taking the initiative, it was Jasper who assumed control. Hold it firmly, kissing her hungrily, pressing her neck with a hand and hips with the other, keeping her body pressed to yours, to feel that the evidence of his desire. With Breathing hard, Claire gave his tie Jasper and then unbuttoned his vest and shirt. With trembling fingers, opened the shirt and pulled it out of his pants. Fascinated, stroked his strong chest and circled her nipples with his fingertips. The feeling of caressing his skin was erotic, and only when he felt a cold breeze in the body, Jasper noted that lowering the neckline of her dress, leaving her breasts showing.

- You are so beautiful! - He said with hoarse voice. Claire stared at him, and the emotion he saw in his face almost to tears.

- You too.

They hugged again, and kisses became increasingly greedy. Jasper slid his hand under the curve of her breasts and leaned to Claire head. She moaned when the warm and moist lips sucked a nipple, and then the other, nibbling and encircling them with the tip of the tongue. She cried when he felt a heat wave enveloping his body.

- We better stop now, or will be too late - Jasper muttered.

- Why do we deny our passion? - Claire asked, sliding his hand on his pants and lingering on the hard lump.

A jumped into the maxillary nerve of Jasper.

- Claire, you make me mad!

- I am your wife, Jasper ...

- This is crazy - he muttered with a muffled voice. - An insane outrageously delicious!

- Oh, yes ...

The kisses resumed, even more greedy than before, but even so, Claire managed to open the buttons of his pants Jasper. The next moment, the member was swollen and throbbing in her hand. The only sounds that broke the silence in the garden-of-winter were breathing heaving and groaning of both. Trembling with desire, Jasper raised Claire's skirt and pulled her underwear.

- Come to the sofa - she suggested in a tiny voice.

- Do not want to waste time. - Jasper reversed positions, leaning Claire on the wall. She shuddered when he felt his hand touch her intimately. No inhibitions, opened to him, with fingers racy, found the way to the center of her femininity. When the force of desire became unbearable for both Jasper grabbed her hips and lifted it. Instinctively, her legs curled Claire around his body and suspended body, to facilitate penetration.

By Jasper felt penetrating her, she shuddered and groaned in pain.

- Am I hurting you? - He wondered. Claire tranquilized with a negative gesture of head and Jasper pushed more by entering her completely. He waited a moment to fit the bodies and then began to move slowly. Claire followed the pace, more and more fast, moaning, panting, shaking, leaving the head to fall behind. Your whole body seemed to pulse and throb. He moved his hips frantically, Jasper and responded with force, investing strongly in it. Claire held his breath to feel the closeness of the climax, while his body was wracked by spasms of pleasure. Jasper closed his eyes and groaned, giving the final push. Claire smiled, satisfied, felt the warm sap flowing into it, and said to himself same could not be a more glorious moment between a man and a woman. She hugged him tight until the tension is dilute. Passed few minutes until they break away from that bonding intimate. Finally, Jasper put her down, but Claire continued head on his chest, not wanting the magic moment to end.

The voice still hoarse from Jasper tore out the thoughts of languid.

- I'll order a copy of the Duke project of this garden-of-winter. Decided build one at our house in London.

The Claire's infectious laugh echoed from the glass walls of the garden-of-winter. Jasper felt a sense of happiness that soon disappeared. Your brain began to function. Was unbelievable to have been lured to the famous and lost self-control which was so proud. And worse. Also lost his sense of decorum to make love with Claire during the ball given in their honor, and potentially a place for everyone to see where they could be surprised at any time. Moreover, it proved their weakness, after all, he had not changed. His fiery nature, rebellious, destructive, not out tamed, but rather repressed. Never faced such a challenge, even Claire, with their charming smiles and hot kisses, get in your life.

By Claire lead to the garden-of-winter, not imagined that he would commit such madness. Since their marriage, sought to keep her away. In fact, just been avoiding the temptation, risk. Claire turned away for the good of both. He shook his head, trying to understand themselves reasons, but it was impossible to find logic in passion. Claire stared at him with anxious expression, but he looked away. Was not ready to discuss what had just happened. And he doubted that any day would be. In silence, began to straighten her clothes. Later, Claire helped to compose herself. Noticed the faint marks of his fingers on the white skin of the shoulders and her back. Tangible evidence of his passion and loss of control.

Only to think she would have marks and blemishes in other places too, felt a twinge of desire punishing him.

Breathed background. The last thing he needed was his erotic images mind. All the nerves of his body was still pulsing, pleasure still flowed in their veins. On the one hand reproached by the lack control the other, desperately longed to make love with his fiery wife.