Deceived

would remember it the rest of her life. It was not the soft and gentle thing she had always imagined. It was hard, and fierce, and demanding. For a moment she reveled in its savagery. Then she kicked him as hard as she could.

'Ouch!' he yelped, but he did not let her go. Instead, he kicked her feet out from beneath her so that they fell to the grassy path below. Restraining her, he grinned into her face. 'You really are a vixen, Aurora.' He bent to kiss her again, but she turned her head away from him angrily.

'Let me go,' she snarled. 'Let me up this instant, St. John, or I shall scream so loud, they will think there is a murder being committed!'

He forced her head back to his and found her mouth again. This time, however, his kiss was deep and intoxicatingly sweet. He knew she wanted to resist him, but she would not be able to avoid her own fiery nature. She was a virgin. A most curious virgin with an ardent bent. He gave her just enough room to breathe before pressing his lips back down upon hers, working against the pink flesh until it began to soften beneath his. A tiny sound of pleasure caught his ear. Her body moved slightly against his. He ran his tongue along her lips, pushing between the twin delights and into the warm, moist grotto of her mouth, finding her tongue and stroking it hungrily with his own.

She was going to explode with the longing now sweeping over her body, Aurora thought muzzily. How could the conjunction of two mouths engender such incredible pleasure? Why had she avoided kissing until now? And why hadn't Cally told her how wonderful it was? Surely her sister could not object to this. It was pure heaven! Daringly, she entwined her tongue with his in some primitive mating, and to her surprise he shuddered almost violently, then pulled away from her, gasping for air with a groan. 'More!' she commanded him.

He brushed his mouth over her teasingly, next kissing her eyelids. Turning her head aside with his palm, he nibbled a ribbon of kisses down the side of her face and neck. She felt the heat of him in the hollow between her neck and her shoulder. She arched her head and throat to give him greater access to her perfumed flesh. 'Wonderful! Wonderful!' she murmured breathlessly as he moved to her chest and the swell of her small breasts. His hand slipped beneath her back to fumble with the laces of her gown, which he quickly undid in a most expert fashion. She was wearing no corset.

He repositioned them so he might draw her into his arms as they lay upon the grass. His hand pulled gently at her loosened bodice, and her breasts almost fell out of her chemise. For a moment he gazed in rapt awe at the two lovely orbs, and then he kissed the plump flesh passionately, his hand unable to keep from fondling her. 'God, you are so lovely,' he groaned.

Mesmerized, she watched him as he caressed her, cupping a breast in the warm hollow of the palm of his hand, squeezing it tenderly, leaning over to kiss a nipple. She struggled to keep herself from crying out, but a small 'Oh' escaped from between her lips. Somehow she knew that he should not be being quite so intimate with her, and she felt bound to protest. 'St. John,' she gasped, 'I don't think you should be doing this. Oh! Oh! Ohhhh, St. John, do cease this torture!' His mouth had closed over the nipple, and was now drawing upon it. She was afire, and that place between her thighs was beginning to tingle. 'St. John, in God's name, stop! It's marvelous, but I don't want to lose my virginity in the Hawkesworths' garden! Stop!' She struggled to break away from his embrace.

With a genuinely constrained groan and a deep sigh he released her. 'Damnation, wench, you are too exciting for a mere mortal! I ache to possess you, Aurora. Say you will marry me!'

'I will consider it, St. John,' she told him softly, for the first time seriously contemplating marriage to him. If this love play were a sample of the delights marriage had to offer, then perhaps she should take him up on his proposal. He did have the right qualifications for a husband. She enjoyed his company, and if he could stir up her passions so quickly, then obviously she must be falling in love with him. After all, what was love anyway? Certainly no one had ever given her a rational explanation of the emotion. She seemed to be on her own.

He groaned again, rolling on his back. There was a genuinely pained look upon his face.

'Do you hurt?' she asked him innocently.

'Yes,' he told her.

'Where?' she queried him. 'Will it help if I rub it? I rub Cally's shoulders and feet when they ache.'

A wicked grin creased St. John's face. 'I'm not certain you would want to rub my injured part, Aurora, should you see the state it's in; nor am I certain you should unless we are betrothed.'

'Oh, St. John, don't be such a fool!' she scolded him. 'Show me what hurts this instant, and I will make it better.'

In response, his fingers fumbled with the buttons on his pantaloons, opening them to release his male member. 'Ahhhh!' he exhaled as it burst forth from its painful confinement.

Amazed, Aurora stared, her gaze transfixed upon the thick, long peg of flesh that thrust up from the opening in his garment. She remembered seeing George's member when they were children swimming naked in the sea. It had looked nothing like this intimidating object. Fearless, however, she reached out to touch it, but he caught her wrist and held it.

'No,' St. John told her. 'If you touch me, I'll lose all control, Aurora. Turn about and avert your eyes while I lace you up. I was too constricted, which caused my discomfort. I will be all right now as long as you don't touch me. When we are married I will be delighted if you choose to caress my fine fellow, but not at this moment.'

It wasn't easy, but she tore her stare away from him, pulling herself about so that her back faced him. She sat silently as he skillfully laced up her bodice. A thousand questions filled her mind. 'Is it normal?' she finally said, breaking the stillness between them.

'In size?' he returned.

She nodded.

'I think so. Hawkesworth's is a wee bit bigger than mine, I believe, but it's how a man wields his member that's more important.' He slipped his arms about her and kissed the nape of her neck.

'Will it hurt me?' Aurora couldn't help but lean her head back against his shoulder. I think I will marry him, she thought, but I do not think I shall tell him now. Not quite yet.

'When I relieve you of your virginity, you will feel it,' he told her. 'For some girls it's a sharp, brief flash of pain. For others no more than a sting of discomfort. It really depends how tightly your maidenhead is lodged, and how thick it is.'

'You have obviously done this before,' she remarked dryly.

'Yes,' he told her, 'I have, but never with a wife, Aurora.'

'I have not said I would marry you, St. John.' She removed his embracing arms and struggled to her feet, brushing her gown off as she did so, and patting her hair back into some semblance of order.

Standing, he took her by the shoulders and turned her about, tilting her face up to his. 'You will marry me, Aurora,' he told her with a small smile. 'You cannot resist the magic I arouse in your tempting little body, can you?'

'Cad!' she smacked at him, but only half seriously.

'Bitch!' he retorted, giving her a quick kiss.

Then they both laughed.

'Button yourself, St. John, or the entire household will know what we have been about, I fear,' she told him sternly.

'They will suspect it anyway,' he chuckled, buttoning himself.

'You may escort me back into the house,' she said loftily. 'Then you must go home, St. John. Your mother is surely wondering what has happened to you. I'm certain she does not know