who showed her all of the hiding spots on the grounds. When she turned fifteen, he would take her out, but leave her be, so he could go see his wife over at the kitchen.
Between the gardens and the pool, there was a small river that ran the length of the property. Almost a mile down the river, there was a small cave that she had found when she was a small girl. She remembered on her eighteenth birthday, she came down to the stables to meet with Paul, the stable boy. Paul was the one to take her innocence. They had been out on a ride together and he had kissed her. Isabelle, at the time, hadn’t had any experience with men and welcomed his advances. She lost her virginity on the grassy ground behind the estate.
Isabelle was not a whore though, far from it. She had only had relations with three men in her life. Although her father believed it to be more, she usually preferred to read books than have sex with men.
She sat on the grass by the river and slipped her shoes off before dipping her feet into the cool, running water. Now that her father had forbidden her to be with Adam, it fuelled her desire for him more.
She fell back on the grass and looked at the clouds above her, as she thought about Adam and his golden eyes. Whenever he was near, she became frustrated and desire pooled in her body. She quickly sat up, as her mind filled with images of her and Adam naked on his bed.
It had been almost a year since she had slept with a man, much to her father’s assumptions. She shook her head and picked her book up again. If she was distracted by her book, then she wouldn’t think of Adam and his golden eyes.
Isabelle got so lost in her book she didn’t realize the sun was setting until she had to squint to read. She closed it and rubbed her arms, it had gotten chilly all of a sudden. She stood and headed back towards the estate.
She met Terry halfway and they walked in silence to the house. They were nearing the door when something white dashed out in front of them. Terry pushed her behind him and she almost screamed in fear at the pale wolf growling at him.
She thought her father was going to delusional when he said that he was hearing wolves. To her dismay, he was right. Standing in front of her and Terry was a full-grown, white wolf. Something seemed familiar about the white beast, but she wasn’t quite sure what it was. She was grateful when the wolf loped off towards the forest.
Isabelle rushed inside and headed straight to her bedroom. She briefly thought about how she wished she was able to help Janet with her romance, but once her father had said no, she dared not argue with him. She disrobed for bed and climbed in with a deep sigh.
Her father forbade her to see Adam and that made her desire for him much worse. There was something about the man’s golden eyes and the way he walked that made her curious as to how he would challenge her in bed. She laid her head to rest and pondered over the likelihood that she would find a suitable count.
****
“Count Silver, may I enter?” Isabelle knocked quietly on Adam’s door and waited a few moments before the heavy oak swung open and Adam pulled her inside. She was pressed against the door seconds later and Adam framed her face with his hands.
“You should not be here, Isabelle.”
“I could not stay away from you.”
“I have been thinking of you for a while.” Adam licked his lips before bending down and placing gentle kisses down her neck. Isabelle tilted her head to the side and moaned her consent, as his hand trailed from her face to the swell of her breast.
Adam chuckled quietly before he placed two hands in the front of her nightgown and ripped it open. She gasped in surprise as the buttons tore, leaving her naked and vulnerable to Adam’s golden gaze. Adam tossed the remains of the nightgown away before he ran his hands down her ribs to her hips.
“You have a beautiful figure,
Between the gardens and the pool, there was a small river that ran the length of the property. Almost a mile down the river, there was a small cave that she had found when she was a small girl. She remembered on her eighteenth birthday, she came down to the stables to meet with Paul, the stable boy. Paul was the one to take her innocence. They had been out on a ride together and he had kissed her. Isabelle, at the time, hadn’t had any experience with men and welcomed his advances. She lost her virginity on the grassy ground behind the estate.
Isabelle was not a whore though, far from it. She had only had relations with three men in her life. Although her father believed it to be more, she usually preferred to read books than have sex with men.
She sat on the grass by the river and slipped her shoes off before dipping her feet into the cool, running water. Now that her father had forbidden her to be with Adam, it fuelled her desire for him more.
She fell back on the grass and looked at the clouds above her, as she thought about Adam and his golden eyes. Whenever he was near, she became frustrated and desire pooled in her body. She quickly sat up, as her mind filled with images of her and Adam naked on his bed.
It had been almost a year since she had slept with a man, much to her father’s assumptions. She shook her head and picked her book up again. If she was distracted by her book, then she wouldn’t think of Adam and his golden eyes.
Isabelle got so lost in her book she didn’t realize the sun was setting until she had to squint to read. She closed it and rubbed her arms, it had gotten chilly all of a sudden. She stood and headed back towards the estate.
She met Terry halfway and they walked in silence to the house. They were nearing the door when something white dashed out in front of them. Terry pushed her behind him and she almost screamed in fear at the pale wolf growling at him.
She thought her father was going to delusional when he said that he was hearing wolves. To her dismay, he was right. Standing in front of her and Terry was a full-grown, white wolf. Something seemed familiar about the white beast, but she wasn’t quite sure what it was. She was grateful when the wolf loped off towards the forest.
Isabelle rushed inside and headed straight to her bedroom. She briefly thought about how she wished she was able to help Janet with her romance, but once her father had said no, she dared not argue with him. She disrobed for bed and climbed in with a deep sigh.
Her father forbade her to see Adam and that made her desire for him much worse. There was something about the man’s golden eyes and the way he walked that made her curious as to how he would challenge her in bed. She laid her head to rest and pondered over the likelihood that she would find a suitable count.
****
“Count Silver, may I enter?” Isabelle knocked quietly on Adam’s door and waited a few moments before the heavy oak swung open and Adam pulled her inside. She was pressed against the door seconds later and Adam framed her face with his hands.
“You should not be here, Isabelle.”
“I could not stay away from you.”
“I have been thinking of you for a while.” Adam licked his lips before bending down and placing gentle kisses down her neck. Isabelle tilted her head to the side and moaned her consent, as his hand trailed from her face to the swell of her breast.
Adam chuckled quietly before he placed two hands in the front of her nightgown and ripped it open. She gasped in surprise as the buttons tore, leaving her naked and vulnerable to Adam’s golden gaze. Adam tossed the remains of the nightgown away before he ran his hands down her ribs to her hips.
“You have a beautiful figure,
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