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Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 01

By: le_kitty



24/12/15

This is a slightly edited version of the Pre-arranged Love series that I posted back in 2010.

Shivering, I hunched against the wall, the damp roughness of the wooden floor just another perpetual discomfort. It was a small cramped cell beneath the deck of the ship and I could hear the low breathing of everyone around me... the constant weeping and the occasional scream... girls. We were all girls. I tried to hold the nausea down, to close out the voices that echoed in my head... my father had done this to me, "Her name is Callie. Take her, she's a virgin." I'd been sold into the prostitute trade.

I could taste the bitterness of my thoughts and it drowned out any fear I might have harboured. Family was nothing and I was paying the price for my ignorance. We had fallen into debt I was the price.

I tried to drown out the noise, to feel anything but the rocking motion of the ship. It wasn't until the door was thrown open with a jarring bang that I realised I had fallen asleep. Harsh sounds greeted my air, still in-comprehensible but I followed suit and shuffled out. Perhaps I was shocked to see that the deck was filled with a hundred or so girls like me and women who were clearly still in their prime. My daze was not to last as someone shackled a collar around my neck and a chain linked me to the girl in front of me. The disgrace did not end there because soon we were jerked forward unceremoniously.

"Hurry up you whores", a gruff voice rang out.

I stumbled and nearly lost my footing as we left the ship, unused as I was to land beneath my feet again. We filed into a large house through the backdoor. I could see the hunched forms of women, scantily clad standing at the back. Looking further I saw the steps leading to the platform... god forbid! It was an auction! My gaze snapped back to the women and I could see their mixed expressions of disgust, horror, fear, shock, humiliation and the rare emotion I identified as anticipation. My scrutiny was cut short as I was brutally yanked forward with the other girls. Lord Jesus this can't be happening...

I heard the clinking of coins, turning my head, I saw of the pirates grin at a man dressed in decent upper class attire, "Fifteen shillings for young virgins, ten shillings for the rest, that's forty-seven pounds and fifteen shillings for the lot."

The gentleman handed over the bags of coins with an air of indifference to the money. I shivered, I had never seen so much money in my life, sold for five shillings by my father, fifteen by the pirate, what could I be worth by the gentleman? I shivered again, not by the cold on my skin, but by the pit of coldness growing in my stomach. I was no longer a person, I was an object, to be sold and bartered at will. I turned my head away.

We were ushered into a large bathhouse, stripped and scrubbed the way one might carelessly scrub a pot. There wasn't time to register humiliation as the cold water made us all gasp. Clean, someone clad me with the same indifferent touch. My attempt to cover my indecency and the inadequacy of the cotton shift was battered away by a forceful hand. Told to stand in line, fear spurred us to do so. The gentleman man that had brought us came in. He looked at us in silence, his gaze thorough. I trembled slightly as he made his way down the line towards me. Not daring to look up, I cast my eyes down, only to have my chin jerked up again. Steel grey eyes glared down at me with impassion. He jerked my chin in a manner that one might examine their wares before pinching a nipple through the clothes as he moved on. My breath caught as my eyes widened in disbelief, anger burning away some of my fear, no one had touched me that way before.

After an eternity, he spoke to us, "I am sure, you are all aware of your position. Those who are still trying to delude themselves can now wake up. This is real, and it is happening. I will be blunt. You are all virgins, young, petite and pretty. There are lords, high ranking nobles that will pay a fortune for such pretty beauties like you to please them. Your past life gone, there is no hope of going back. There is only the road ahead now. If you do as you are told, you may find yourself in a position of luxury, however, if you disobey, consequences will be harsh. Would you prefer a life of luxury to a man who can provide you everything, anything you want, or would you become a common whore in my brothels? Worse yet, I could auction you off to the highest bidder, and I assure you, it will be a life worse than death. Am I clear?"

"Y-yes", I stammered out, along with the other girls.

"Good, your training begins today."

The man left us shortly after the arrival of 'trainers.' I looked up into the eyes of my trainer, terrified of what was to happen. He was burly and dark skinned, I was afraid. Without speaking, he fastened a collar around my neck, attaching a piece of rope to it. It was done with such dexterity, that I barely had time to pull away.

"Kneel", he commanded. I could only stare at him with wide eyes.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

Slowly, imperceptibly, my position shifted, I knelt, feeling the humiliation of the position and knowing it was not over.

"Good girl," he whispered, ruffling my hair. He began walking, briskly; the rope yanked my collar, forcing me onto my hands, to crawl after him. I let out a gasp, grabbing the chain that yanked me, falling down further, "No, please no. Stop, this is wrong." I cried out, without pausing to think of the consequence for speaking out like that.

The man only paused to bend down and jerk my face up, "I make the rules here. You will crawl after me, or I will drag you the whole length it will take to get to the room. Decide."

Without another word, he continued to walk, the rope attached to the collar on my neck. I cried out as his brute strength caught me off guard, dragging me a few feet on the polished floor. The collar was coarse, chafing the delicate skin on my neck. Grasping the rope to give myself leverage, I stumbled to my feet. The man walking in front of me must have realised for he turned back, anger written across his face.

"You do not have permission to stand. Kneel!"

I shook my head, despite the fear that was coursing through me as I clutched the rope.

"Please, I beg of you, do—" my plea was cut off as he jerked the rope. I shrieked as I stumbled forward, falling heavily into him. He grasped me tightly around the waist as his other hand slid down my frame to massage my derriere. "If you are asking to be punished, so be it," he whispered in my ear.

I did not comprehend until his hand connected with my behind in a humiliating slap. My eyes widened as he landed another, and another. I struggled against him, but my efforts were futile, his grip was like iron. Tears coursed down my face, from both the pain and the humiliation. When finally, he stopped, he massaged away the sting before his hand crept further down. I gasped in horror as he circled my clit, a private area where no one had ever touched me. I did not move, could not struggle, horror had me frozen in place. Strange sensations began to unfurl in my lower belly, I did not understand, the man chuckled. My eyes widened as he slipped a finger inside me, never ceasing to massage my clit. My head fell back as a moan escaped me.

"Right little whore aren't you?" he snickered, removing his finger, bringing it, slick to my mouth. I jerked away in anger as my face heated, tasting the musk of my fluid.

"Lick it," he ordered, forcing his finger into my mouth. Instinctually, I bit down, hard.

I heard him swear violently, before his palm connected savagely against my face. I was thrown backward with the force of his slap. Falling to the ground, I looked up at him, he was nursing his wound. Without a second thought, I got up and ran. I had maybe a few seconds of surprise, but I was able to keep those seconds for a while more as I was used to the endless days of running in the fields, playing outdoors, wheat picking and other labours, before the famine struck. It was paying off now, the muscles in my legs were firm, I ran hard, back the way we came, into the crowd of bidders, who parted as I pushed through them. I knew they would not remain still for long once the surprise wore off, the man chasing me would raise the alarm, I would be caught, and then who knew what horrors would await. I felt sick as I saw the bidding platform, the waiting men. All were the same; greedy, selfish and sinful. I needed to find the exit, but there were so many people. Desperately, I pushed a dirty man out of my way, however, unlike the other bidders, he held onto my arm.

"Just a moment, where d'ya think ya goin?" His grin was a toothy one.

My bravado still intact, I kicked him in the shin. He let out a howl of pain and released me. I caught sight of the man pursuing me, his face a mask of anger. Fear gave me strength, and I ran. The exit loomed up ahead, I could see the blue skies, hope sparked in me.

"Stop! Stop her!" A voice rang out behind me. I turned my head, seeing my pursuer gain on me. My heart thudded loudly, I sprinted for the exit, the crowd was thin here, and those attempts to grab me proved ineffective. I darted into the street and headlong into a hard body. The impact made me lose my balance but an arm reached out to grasp me before I could fall.

~*~

Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 02



24/12/15

This is a slightly edited version of the Pre-arranged Love series that I posted back in 2010.

"Are you oka—" I looked up at the source of the voice, a young lord perhaps, concerned blue eyes turned to shock as his voice cut off abruptly. I had no time to feel embarrassed at my lack of attire, I needed to escape, but before I could make a dash for it, someone yanked me back brutally, the collar around my neck burned as I fell, my cry cut off as I chocked. My pursuer grasped my by the hair, pulling it back until I was gasping for breath and tears welled in my eyes. A crowd gathered.

"You will learn your lesson well for this," he hissed.

"My deepest apologies sire, this is a new one."

My pursuer spoke to the young lord whose eyes had narrowed, perhaps in anger, before I was dragged forward. I looked back, my eyes making contact beseechingly, "Please, help me!"

I knew, no one was going to step out and help me, but he did, "Stop! Sir, release her at once!"

The man turned back to him, "Sire," he began carefully, "these are whores, she is a whore, will be a whore, but she will learn her lesson and her position. Once trained, she will fetch a high price."

The man gave no disrespect, but clearly stated the matter here, the price of release.

"Very well," the young lord walked up the steps, into the prostitute market. "Let me meet your employer." Behind him, his page offered up a protest, "My lord."

"Enough, save it," the young lord stood, waiting for the man to show him to his employer.

"If you please then sire, follow me."

The man walked to the back and I was yanked forward if I failed to keep up, my cheeks heated. I was all too conscious of my underdressed state as the young lord and his page walked behind me. We headed up a flight of stairs, finally stopping in front of a door. There were two knocks and the man spoke, "Mr. Herens, we have a buyer."

"Come in."

We walked into a luxurious office that overlooked Scotland's harbour. It was the gentleman that had brought us. He eyes skimmed over me, to the man that was my assigned 'trainer', noted the page, and finally rested on the 'buyer'.

Mr. Herens walked past the desk, extending an arm with a smile, "A pleasure to make acquaintances with...'

"Llewellyn de Clare, Earl of Abercorn", the young lord offered coolly, shaking the hand.

"Ah, Lord Abercorn, have a seat, Mr. Herens gestured to the luxurious couches that were placed in the room for the very purpose of such business. The man, holding me by the rope was told to leave, but Lord Abercorn stopped him. "Remain please; this transaction will require only a couple of minutes. Jonathan," he spoke to his page, "Get my carriage ready."

"Yes, my lord."

The page left the office, his eyes carefully turned away. I did not know what to think, was this lord really going to save me? Out of kindness, pity or something else?

"How much do you want?" Lord Abercorn asked, as he lounged freely in the seat, his voice friendly, as though this was just a discussion between friends and not newly made acquaintances. I looked at him; perhaps he was just purchasing me. Disgust welled briefly.

"Well, flesh of this stock is rare. She has a 5'3 feet supple body and to add to that, she is young," Mr. Herens' paused, smiled and continued, "malleable and still a virgin, albeit untrained; however, you may find that to your liking if you want to train her up yourself."

Lord Abercorn's eyes flickered over to me and I blushed, quickly looking away.

"Elard, bring her over." Mr. Herens commanded. Elard jerked me forward unceremoniously, bringing me to Mr. Herens, who stood up and walked over to me, ripping the flimsy garment that I was clad in. Shocked by the action, I tried to step back, holding the garment, my last shreds of dignity. Mr. Herens jerked me back with the rope, but before he could do more that that, Lord Abercorn was out of his seat, his hand gripping the rope Mr. Herens just moments ago jerked.

"Please, none of this. I will purchase her, but I advise you, do not touch her again."

Lord Abercorn's voice remained polite, but I could hear the icy edge in it. He turned to me, sweeping his cloak over my shoulders. I glanced at him, but he only turned back to Mr. Herens.

"Name your price."

"Five pounds and she's yours," Mr. Herens replied.

Without a word, Lord Abercorn handed over five gold sovereigns. My eyes widened at the sight of so much money.

"The key to her collar if you will," Lord Abercorn turned to Elard, who handed over the key with a mixed expression of surprise and deference. Turning I felt his hand on the small of my back and he guided me out the door. The garment I was clad in, slipped from my fingers, so I walked out completely naked underneath the cloak, heat flushed my cheeks. Lord Abercorn appeared not to have noticed.

Downstairs, we met the page. "Jonathan, is the carriage ready?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Good work. Let's go."

Lord Abercorn guided me to the carriage. I was still contemplating how I was going to climb up without flashing my indecency but the matter was resolved when Lord Abercorn hoisted me up the step by the waist, allowing me to climb in without flashing my indecent state, I was grateful. He climbed in after me, taking the seat opposite. The page must have sat with the coachman as the carriage began to move.

I didn't know how to begin, what was I supposed to say to him? I settled for turning my head away from him, allowing my long brown hair to form a curtain as I huddled in my seat and held the cloak tightly wrapped around me. Not a whispered word was spoken for the duration of the journey. When at last, the unknown destination was reached, Lord Abercorn climbed down, waiting for me to do so likewise, holding out his arms. I bit my lip before complying and he wrapped his arms around me, swinging me down before turning to his page, his arms still around me, "Jonathan, go ahead and announce my arrival, I want my bath and a guest room with bath prepared."

"Yes, my lord," the page boy ran off.

Lord Abercorn turned to me with a wry smile, "Welcome to my estate, my manor is over the hill. The road is not suited for carriages, my apologies."

Without any more explanation, he picked me up and proceeded to carry me the length of the way to his manor in his arms.

Taken aback I opposed angrily, "Put me down."

Lord Abercorn looked at me with surprise, but did so.

"Sir, thank you, but I have legs and I can walk."

I began walking, the coarse ground did not bother me as I went barefoot for most of the time, lest it was winter. However, Lord Abercorn found objection because his only reply was to sweep me up again and continue walking.

"No! Put me down." I demanded angrily.

Lord Abercorn laughed pleasantly as he looked down at me. "Same temper and not a whit different huh?" he grinned. His remark caught me off guard, same temper and not a whit different? What did that mean?

"Sorry?" I replied, confused.

Lord Abercorn's expression changed as frown creased his forehead before he smiled again, "Let us talk about this later. A hot bath and dinner awaits, see," he gestured with his head, "Not far now".

~*~



Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 03



24/12/15

This is a slightly edited version of the Pre-arranged Love series that I posted back in 2010.

No more was said as we approached the manor. My objection to him carrying me was blown away by what he had said. I could not make sense of it, did he know me from somewhere? Impossible, I was English and he Scottish, there was no way, and I did not remember ever seeing him before. My pondering was brought to an end as Lord Abercorn placed me back on the ground as a girl of maybe seven or so years came running out to greet us.

"Llewellyn! You're back!" An ecstatic girl with dark copper hair threw herself into Lord Abercorn's arms. He laughed as he swung her around playfully, before setting her down.

"Of course, Lily, did you go through my luggage yet? I brought you a present. How is mother?"

The young girl Lily, looked up at Lord Abercorn with shining light blue eyes, "I know, the servants arrived yesterday with your entire luggage. I thought you'd be in town for ages, I missed you," the young girl's mouth turned down in a pout.

"I missed you too, here; I want you to meet someone." Llewellyn turned Lily towards me.

"Lily, this is Callie, she's our guest. Callie, this is my sister, The Lady Lillianna de Clare of Abercorn."

Lily looked at me curiously from head to toe, "She is fashioned very strangely."

I wanted to shrink into the ground right there and then, but Llewellyn just grinned, "Shh, don't tell anyone." Llewellyn winked at Lily, who giggled.

"Llewellyn? Llewellyn, is that you?" a woman's voice drifted from the manor. Llewellyn turned, "Mother", he walked up to her, bending to kiss her on both cheeks. "How have you been?"

Llewellyn's mother smiled a broad smile, "I may be old, but I'm not dead yet. I'm very well, thank you. I'm glad you're back. Welcome home."

Llewellyn chuckled, "Of course."

Seeing Lord Abercorn united with his family with so many happy smiles made my throat constrict, my family had never been this happy, I would never have a family again. I watched as Llewellyn bent down to whisper in his mother's ear and I didn't know what to think when her eyes widened in surprise and flickered fleetingly towards me.

Llewellyn straightened, "Mother, allow me to introduce you to someone," he guided his mother towards me.

"This is Callie, she will be our guest. Callie, this is my mother, The Countess of Abercorn, Lady Katherine de Clare."

"I am honoured to meet you, my lady." I bobbed my head, embarrassed of my current attire. Lady Katherine was a beautiful red haired woman and even with her age, she held herself with posture. I noticed the striking resemblance of blue eyes though Llewellyn's hair was a copper brown with streaks of gold.

"Oh, indeed. Welcome to our home." Lady Katherine smiled warmly despite my bewildered state of attire.

Lord Abercorn smiled, as he guided me into the manor, his young sister Lily chatting excitedly beside him. I felt strange and out of place as Lord Abercorn unlocked the collar that was around my neck and handed me over to five maids, telling them to prepare me for the evening. He bent down to whisper in my ear before handing me over, "Say nothing of today."

His eyes flashed a silent warning before the maids were ushering me away.

They were young, perhaps around my own age; they chattered amongst themselves, simple manor gossip as they scrubbed me, despite my protest and my embarrassment; tweaking my nipples and giggling when I tried to elude their nimble fingers.

"What's your name?"

"Callie, Callie Pennant," I spoke, cautious.

"Welcome to Abercorn. I'm Faye. This is Gwen, Jane, Elizabeth and Agnes."

I smiled and nodded, their names already disappearing to the back of my mind.

"So tell us, where are you from, are you Scottish?" Faye asked, as she towelled me off, rubbing scented oil into my skin. "You're skin is soft, although you've got a tan and callous hands and feet. Were your family freemen?"

I was appalled at her 'matter of fact' way of talking, but I told her the truth, "Yes, my family are Scottish freemen."

Faye touched the collar mark around my neck, "What about this... what happened?"

As the memory of what had happened earlier conjured itself I could feel myself choke up but I reached up and pulled her hand away, "It's nothing."

I stayed silent as they dressed me in a simple evening gown; the chemise I wore was made of silk, the softest clothing I had yet ever worn. It was for upper class. My hair went up in a simple elegant bun, however, that made the collar chafed skin around my neck clearly visible. The girls smeared some cream over it, assuring me it would heal without leaving a mark.

They ushered me out the room, a servant boy waited outside, ready to take me to the great hall to dine. To say the least, I was extremely nervous.

As the large door opened, I stepped into the great hall, allowing the servant boy to seat me near the dais where Lord Abercorn, Lady Katherine and Lily sat, followed by the knights that served him and the rest of the household. There was much chatter during dinner, it seemed the manor household all liked Lord Abercorn and enjoyed his presence. He was funny, and did certainly put everyone at ease with a laugh and a smile. I began to relax within the cheerful atmosphere as everyone gave me a welcome smile. I learned that Llewellyn's father, previous Earl of Abercorn had passed away about two years ago, therefore making Llewellyn de Clare the Earl of Abercorn at the age of nineteen. I was surprised.

After dinner was over, Llewellyn announced that he would forgo the night's entertainment as he was weary. He held out his arm to me, as though I should accompany him. Without knowing what else to do, I complied. Lord Abercorn took me on a stroll through his gardens, silence reigning the peaceful night.

"Lord — "

"Please, just Llewellyn."

I briefly wondered if all lords were like this before I continued, "Llewellyn," I paused, the name felt stiff and unused, almost awkward spoken on my tongue, "why did you purchase me. Was it because you felt sorry for me or," I stopped abruptly, not knowing how to continue, we had stopped walking likewise and he was facing me. I was glad the darkness hid my expression.

"Or?" he prompted.

"Or, was it because you wanted a whore?" The last words came out as a hushed whisper; I pulled my hand out of his arm, trembling despite myself and waited for him to speak.

I felt Llewellyn step closer to me, invariably; I shifted backwards, hitting a wall. Llewellyn placed both arms against the wall, trapping me within the confines. "Callie...Callie..." he whispered.

A sudden realisation hit me, "I never told you my name."

"Callie, would you name it pure co-incidence that fate would have us meet in town today? I was shocked, how did you come to be in a prostitute market? You're eyes... you looked at me with such pleading eyes. All this time, all this time I was looking for you. All my frequent trips to England, it was to look for you Callie. Today, on the carriage, I had no idea what to say to you. Do you not remember me?"

I stood there, numb with shock, "I don't know you." I whispered.

Llewellyn didn't speak, but I could hear him breathing before he laughed softly, "Of course, the incident jarred your memory, you were only seven, you don't remember."

"Remember what, what incident? What are you talking about."

Instead of answering this, Llewellyn answered another question, "I did not purchase you because I felt sorry for you or because I wanted a whore, it was neither, Callie. But the fact remains; I have purchased you, so now would you deny what is rightfully mine?"

I gasped as I felt Llewellyn's lips brush my cheek. Without another thought, I pushed at him and tried to run, but his arms created an inescapable barrier as he grasped me round the waist, holding me firmly. "Let me finish."

I relaxed and he let go to tilt my chin, "I brought you, so now I will make the condition for your release; until you remember me, you are mine."

I stood there as I absorbed the impact of his words. I shook my head, unbelieving, "No... "

Fear sent me into action. I bolted from him, catching him off guard as I ran blindly. Suddenly I tripped, falling, and the blackness engulfed me.

~*~



Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 04



24/12/15

This is a slightly edited version of the Pre-arranged Love series that I posted back in 2010.

I woke in large bed, slowly becoming aware of my surroundings, wincing as my head throbbed from the little tripping accident. Sitting up, I realised it was a huge chamber; cold air blew around me, must be an open balcony, I surmised. I swung my legs off the bed, noticing that I was clad in only my chemise, someone had removed my garments. The thought of that sent tension rolling off my body. I padded slowly to the balcony, Llewellyn stood half naked, his well toned backside faced me and I gasped, throwing a hand to my mouth. My slight gasp of surprise must have alerted him, for he turned around, seeing me, "You're awake."

I gave a slow nod, not trusting my voice, frozen to the spot.

"How's your head?

"Fi-fine." I hated the quaver in my voice.

Llewellyn frowned as he walked up to me, "Don't be afraid, please. I will never hurt you."

He gently traced the bruise on my forehead, I was sure it had turned purple, before lifting my chin to gently kiss my now trembling lips. "Everything will be fine, I promise," he whispered.

"No, you say you will not hurt me, but you will. You are no different to the trainers and the men at the prostitute market; you're going to rape me." My voice quavered, the fear was not to be kept at bay.

"You're wrong. You're completely wrong Callie." Llewellyn spoke with emotion, almost angrily, as he held my chin and looked me in the eye. "When I take you, you will be willing. I promise you that, it will not be rape. I will never hurt you."

With that, Llewellyn brought his lips back to mine, stronger and fiercer this time. His tongue plunged into my mouth, coaxing, invading. I barely had time to comprehend it before he had grasped my chemise, pulling it off me swiftly that the delicate garment ripped when it came off my arms and I was left standing in all my nakedness. I knew the inevitable was coming even as I tried to cover myself.

Llewellyn pressed himself to me. I could feel the stirring of his erection as he circled an arm around me, his other firmly gripping my chin as his lips caressed my face. He bent me backwards, kissing a tender trail down my neck as his tongue darted out to taste my skin. I placed my palms on his shoulders, wanting to push him away, but other thoughts were clouding my mind, how could this possibly feel good? I let out a gasp as his tongue made contact with my nipple, coaxing it to bud.

"No..." I gasped out, blinking away my tears as I pushed through the haze clouding my mind.

Llewellyn's only response was to tighten his hold around my waist and take my lips with his as his other hand slid down my form, over my behind, creeping lower to delve between my most private area. He easily slipped a finger inside, that small invasion causing that same feeling to unfurl within my lower belly. I began struggling in earnest, breaking away from his lips, "Stop, please!" I cried.

"Shh..." Llewellyn whispered, as he picked me up easily and carried me over to the bed, laying me down gently as he moved to remove his breeches. I quickly rolled sideways, flinging myself over the bed. I barely made a few feet before Llewellyn's arm snaked around me, swinging me back to dump me gently on the bed. I backed away from him as he discarded his breeches. My breath caught as I beheld the sight of his proud erection, dimly visible in the soft candlelight. Despite myself, I was mesmerised for this was the first I had ever seen.

Llewellyn reached out and before I could move, he had grabbed both my ankles and was dragging me towards him. Rational fear gripped me and I screamed, kicking out at him. My kick must have caught him by surprise as he released me, grunting as my foot connected with his lower jaw. Adrenaline coursing through me, I scrambled off the other side of the bed, running for the door. I made it to the door as footsteps sounded behind me and Llewellyn's muscled arms hit the wall with a thump, he had effectively trapped me again.

"You can't run from me, Callie," Llewellyn's voice whispered silkily low in my ear, causing the skin on my neck to prick. I shrieked as in a single deft movement, he picked me up, tossing me over his shoulders as he proceeded back to the bed. I hit the bed with a muffled thump, disoriented for a moment. Llewellyn leaned over me and I felt soft fabric wrap around my wrists, tightening securely, leaving my hands tied to the headboard of the bed.

"No!" I gasped, tugging at the restraints, horrified, but Llewellyn only chuckled, "Callie, tonight I make you mine," and before I could reply, he had brought his lips to me again, forcing a passionate kiss upon me. I squirmed, unable to get away as I felt his hands move down my body. Llewellyn's lips left mine, only to be felt a second late on my nipple. I moaned as he tweaked them, unable to help myself as the sensual tingling began again in my lower belly. His hands caressed my body, almost teasingly. I had never thought my body was so sensitive to such touch. His parted my now pliant thighs and I let out another gasp as he fingers once again found my private area, unthinkingly, I arched against him. His only response was to chuckle, "Such a delightful tease, wet already, Callie, your body already desires for me to bring you pleasure..." he brought his fingers to my lips, circling before dipping into my mouth. I tasted what must have been my own fluids, shock bringing me to the reality of what was happening.

"No!" I snapped my thighs shut, "this is wrong, you can't do this, please, Llewellyn, I'm begging you, don't do this."

Llewellyn bent down as he wiped away the tears that leaked from my eyes, "Are you afraid?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"Yes."

"Of what?' Llewellyn asked as he returned back to my thighs, parting them with his hands. I tried to close them, but his solid knees kept them parted, "Of what?" he asked again.

My cheeks heated, no longer in my pleasurable daze, the fact that he had calmly splayed me open was far more embarrassing than anything else.

Llewellyn leaned forward on one arm to support him, so I was looking directly up at him, while his other slowly began to slide up my thighs, caressing sensually, "I am waiting for an answer...Callie," he whispered.

I turned my head sideways on the pillow breathing heavily as his nimble fingers shot strange feelings to my private area. His hands crept up further still, reminding me of the answer he was waiting for.

I squirmed, not understanding the need that was building in me. Llewellyn laughed softly, "Callie, it shouldn't be that hard to answer my question."

His hands crept higher still and I sucked in a breath, pulling at my bindings as he finally touched me there again. Not wanting him to probe deeper, I replied, trying not to gasp at the wanton feelings he was eliciting in me, "Your thing."

Llewellyn stopped and I saw him smile slightly, almost tauntingly, "Callie, has your mother never schooled you on the topic of pleasure? Do you not know what my male counterpart is called?"

I was embarrassed but far angrier, "My mother is dead," I hissed. "I was raised by my father and my siblings."

There was a pause as Llewellyn didn't speak.

"I'm sorry," he spoke softly and I could hear the sincerity in his voice.

Feeling bitter that he had forced me to bring up this topic, I replied harshly, "Don't be, I never knew her."

I turned my face away from him, not wanting him to see my anguish, but his hand that had been at the apex of my thigh's came up to grip my chin firmly to face him. I stared at him angrily, but he didn't speak. His tone sounded almost uncertain when he finally spoke, "Callie—" he began, but closed his mouth.

I watched surprised as he opened his mouth to speak only to close it again. 'What?' I asked.

Llewellyn paused before he spoke again, this time his voice devoid of any previous uncertainties, "Callie, you amuse me, my 'thing' as you so unfortunately call it, has been a source of pleasure of a great many women. It seems your schooling will have to wait."

His tone sounded final and a new fear coursed through me, there was no longer the easy teasing in his voice. Llewellyn's hand skimmed sensually over my body, eliciting more tingling. He traced my areole, avoided the nipple before he crept down again and slipped a finger into me, rubbing firmly before he slipped in another.

"No! Stop! This is wrong, I don't want it!" I gasped as a fresh wave of pleasure assaulted me.

"Oh? Is that so? Then why do I hear you moaning, no Callie, you're a woman in the throes of pleasure and when there is pleasure, why should it be wrong." Llewellyn's voice had taken on a hard edge.

I felt him speed up, his fingers rubbing up and down, spurring on the mounting pressure, I moaned as I thrust my hips up, desiring for something I couldn't explain.

"That's it Callie..." Llewellyn whispered, but I barely heard him, too lost in the sensation of his fingers working inside me.

I writhed on his fingers for what seemed like ages, feeling the pressure increase to the point of no return when suddenly he withdrew his fingers and I cried out in loss and frustration as I arched my hips, inviting his fingers back. Llewellyn leaned over me, "Callie that is what I can give you, pleasure. Ask me to continue and I will not deny you."

I moaned as his fingers found their way down there again, "Ask me to let you come."

My eyes shot up to meet his, bewildered, and for a moment I thought he faltered as some different emotion flickered in his eyes, but then it was gone and I was swept away by the tides of pleasure that was assaulting me.

I moaned as the pressure built up and cried out again as his fingers left for a second time. "No, please!" I cried without thinking.

"Please what?" Llewellyn whispered.

I moaned heavily and Llewellyn spoke again, "Ask me, and I will not deny you."

The pressure subsided a little before Llewellyn began his assault again, bringing me closer to the edge. Just when I felt I was going to go over, he stopped and the pressure subsided again, it was agonising.

"Argh! No more, please!" I pulled against the restraints helplessly, losing count of the number of times he had 'denied me'.

Llewellyn laughed and stopped his assault to look me in the eye. My eyes widened as he lifted my ankles, bringing my knees closer to my breasts and I felt his hardness position against me, rubbing gently along my length, coating in my fluids. "Callie, this will hurt a little, but I promise it will be pleasurable later, just relax," Llewellyn whispered.

My eyes widened again in shock and I gasped as he began to enter. It was not uncomfortable and I almost welcomed him as I throbbed with painful need. Llewellyn continued to push further, invading me and I cried out as I felt his hardness push insistently against me and I pulled against my restraints. There was pain as he eased the rest of his length within me and tears forced their way out of my eyes. Llewellyn had taken my virginity.

"Shh..." Llewellyn bent down, tracing the tip of his tongue over my tears and began to ease in and out of me. After a few moments the pain began to subside, allowing a new feeling to take its place. Llewellyn's thrust sped up and this time I moaned in pleasure, hardly aware of the restraints biting into my wrists as I thrust my hips up to meet his solid length. Llewellyn let go of my ankles and without thinking, I wrapped them around him, hearing only our breathing and the rhythmic connecting of our bodies. The seconds blurred together as I lost myself in the pleasure that was building.

I gasped, arching as I cried out, the strongest overwhelming spasms of pleasure assaulted me. A heartbeat later Llewellyn groaned and stiffened, before he sagged onto me, using his hands to keep his weight of my body. My senses coming back to me, I could smell the sweat and something else clinging to our entwined bodies. My eyes widened as my head cleared and I realised just exactly what I had done. I gasped, feeling the contours that joined our bodies far too acutely.

Shame heated my cheeks and I turned my face aside, knowing the futility of my situation as grave acceptance settled like stone in my heart. I closed my eyes, trying not to think as Llewellyn slid out of me, reaching up on his knees with an arm to release my wrists. He brought them down, rubbing away the numbness with his gentle calloused hands. I blinked away tears as he turned my chin and kissed me.

I jerked my face away, more tears brimming out of my eyes, "Are you happy now?" I asked my voice hoarse with choking bitterness.

I flinched as his fingers caressed my cheek, "I've made you mine. No other man may lay hand on you, so yes, I am pleased," Llewellyn murmured.

Angry, I replied, "I am not yours. You may have taken my body, you may see me as a possession, but you will never have anything else that is mine to give."

I pushed at his muscled chest, catching him off guard as I rolled off the bed only to stagger and fall to the floor. My anger evaporated and sobs racked my body, uncontrollable as my floodgate of tears unhinged. Barely a moment passed before strong arms circled around me, bringing me firmly against a muscled chest. This time I didn't pause, I struggled against him, fought against the intimacy of our bodies as tears rolled off my face, but Llewellyn held me firmly.

"Shh, hush, all will be well. I'm sorry." Llewellyn spoke softly, gently as he brushed loose strands of hair out of my face. I squirmed, trying to get out of his grip, but he suppressed my efforts with little effort on his part as he brought my arms to the front of his chest before holding me tightly against him so my arms were useless, captured between our bodies. I don't know how long he held me, or how long I struggled against him. I don't know when my tears stopped as time seemed to blur, but the last thing I remember was seeing his blue eyes in the dim light before my head sank into the pillow and sleep dragged me under.

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Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 05



(07/01/10) Hey guys!

Guess what, I got this chapter down in 2 days. 

It's my second sex scene. I'd like to think it's better than the previous one, but then, I don't know, after all, it's you, my reader, who decides. However, writing this scene was much easier, haha, well, at least there's an improvement. 

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I woke slowly as the early call of the birds greeted my ears. Feeling the soft mattress beneath me, I frowned before realization of where I was and what happened last night hit me. My eyes flew open and I was greeted with the sight of Llewellyn's spacious chamber. The sheet slid down my body, revealing my nakedness as I sat up. I winced as the slight soreness between my thighs made itself known. I listened for any sign human activity and convinced there was no one but me; I gingerly moved off the bed. 

I had never been in a manor, let alone a lord's chamber, so the sheer enormity of Llewellyn's luxurious chamber created quite an impression. The chamber was wide, maybe 33 feet in width and double that in length. I looked around, noting the height of the ceiling, the articulate portraits, paintings, the fireplace, furniture, the large double door and a smaller one to my right end of the chamber. My skimming eyes took in the balcony and curiosity got the better of me. I padded across to see the view the balcony might offer, thoughts of escape slipping to the back of my mind. 

I pushed the glass doors open and stepped onto the balcony. Walking forward, my eyes widened in surprise and I gasped, leaning over the edge; Llewellyn's balcony, situated highest in the manor, overlooked the beautifully tended gardens, flowers straining in bloom. At the heart of the gardens was an intricate labyrinth. Further north, I could see the vast expanse of woodland that was hunting ground for Llewellyn, his yeomen, his freemen and serfs. Some distance to the right, I could see a village of around 40-50 houses, surrounded by vast strips of arable land. The view was so completely beautiful, even the very air was beautiful. I inhaled deeply as a smile played on my lips.

My trail of thoughts was interrupted when an arm snaked around me, drawing me back. I yelped in surprise as I stumbled, caught against a hard chest. 

'I do not like it when you stand out here, baring your glory for the world to see,' Llewellyn murmured, his voice laced with huskiness as he spoke into my ear. His breath caressed my neck, causing the hairs to stand up.

My breath caught and I stiffened, compelled to rebel, 'I do not like it when you touch me.' I replied stiffly, my tone somewhat imperious. 

This elicited a laugh from Llewellyn. He grasped me around my waist, hoisting up my thighs and carried me over to dump me on the bed. I turned around to glare at him, my arms across my breasts as I tried to preserve what little modesty I had left. Llewellyn stood over me in his white linen shirt, loosely tucked into his breeches as he arched an eyebrow, amused. I could see his thin patch of soft chest hair at the V-neck of his shirt. His brown hair was slightly ruffled and slightly longer than the norm. Under normal circumstances I would have admired his handsome features and the hairstyle that rather suited him.

Llewellyn reached out to grasp my wrists, pulling them swiftly to pin them on the bed as he leaned over me, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. 'Well, in that case, we shall see just how much you distaste my touch.' 

Llewellyn pulled my wrists together, using one hand to raise them over my head. His other hand skimmed across the contours of my breasts and down over the curves of my hips, causing butterflies to knot in my belly. Llewellyn crawled on the bed, using his knees to spread my thighs. He stayed like that for a moment as his eyes took in image I present. I blushed, but determination heated my blood and my eyes did not stray from his. If the inevitable was coming, I would not cower, after all, what was there left to protect? 

'You're beautiful...' he whispered, drawing a finger over my nipple which immediately began to pucker.

'No,' I looked up into his blue eyes, 'please don't.' I didn't want to feel the pools of desire stir in my loins, a feeling he seemed to cause with the simplest of touches. Llewellyn's only response was to place his hand between my thighs possessively, circling seductively. Already, I could feel the desire pooling. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on anything but the stirrings of desire.

'Open your eyes Callie,' Llewellyn spoke, a clear command. 

I didn't want to open my eyes and see the passionate hunger burning in his eyes, etched within his fair complexion. Suddenly I gasped and my eyes shot open as Llewellyn pinched me between my thighs. 

'Yes, open your eyes. I want to see the yearning that I will put there when you burn for my touch...' Llewellyn's voice whispered sensually over my senses and I gasped as his breath tickled my private area. Llewellyn let go of my wrists and grasped my thighs, pushing me further up on the bed. Before I could react, he had brought his head between my thighs and his tongue had darted out to play sensually against the entrance of my sex. 

I clutched the bed sheet that was crumbled beneath me, my knuckles turning white. My breath came out in short gasps; I was not prepared for this. Somewhere in my daze, the shame of what I was doing made itself momentarily known before pleasure swept away all coherent thoughts. 

Llewellyn's tongue swirled insistently against me, bringing forth to bud, a forbidden pleasure. Any reluctance I harbored vanished and I moaned, thrusting my hips forward wantonly, feeling the beginning stirrings of release. Llewellyn's tongue darted skillfully between my folds, taking me higher. Just when I thought I was going to erupt into bliss, Llewellyn withdrew.

'No!' I cried out, whimpering in frustration as I arched my hips higher, my eyes wild with desire. I looked up and heat radiated through my body as I met his blue eyes, burning fiercely with a passion I could not describe. Llewellyn shucked his breeches, stepping out of his drawers and boots. He bent down to take my lips with his, I could hear his heavy breathing as he ran his tongue over my lower lip before pushing into my mouth and I tasted my fluids.

Llewellyn spread my thighs, positioning his manhood against me. I gasped as the tip of his head began to penetrate me. However he slid out after that small intrusion, causing me to gasp in frustration. 

'Now, tell me, do you want my touch and the pleasure of my cock?' Llewellyn whispered, capturing my wrists in his hands again, holding them next to me. He rubbed his member along the slit of my region teasingly, drawing a long moan from me.

'Yes,' I gasped, 'please!'

Llewellyn chuckled, 'not good enough Callie. Tell me you want my touch. Tell me you need my cock in you. Say it.'

I writhed and arched my hip, the pressure was driving me insane, I needed release, and I needed it badly. Coherency long gone I cried out desperately without inhibition, 'I want your touch,' I gasped as another wave of pleasure assaulted me, throbbing soundly just short of release, panting, I screamed 'I need your cock in me!'

That was all it took, Llewellyn plunged into me, grunting in pleasure as I met him without hesitation, too lost in the ecstasy of our union. 

Given my state of arousal, it was only a moment before I plunged over the edge, screaming out my pent up ecstasy. Llewellyn moaned as I clenched around him before he too stiffened, the rapture of our love making sending him over the edge. We were both breathing heavily and Llewellyn's sweat coated body slid against mine as he kissed me softly on the lips.

He slid out of me and the sudden emptiness caused my head to clear. Shame coursed through me, there was no one to blame but me; I had enjoyed it completely, offering myself up without hesitance, and that was worse than just being raped. I truly wished he had just raped me. 

I felt Llewellyn's weight lift off the bed and the rustle of fabric that meant Llewellyn was getting dressed. I curled into a ball, my hair falling into my face as my tears began to unleash. I knew I was crying too much, but I couldn't help it, I didn't want this.

The bed dipped again and Llewellyn reached over, pulling me into his arms as he cupped my face, brushing the hair away from my face. I looked into his face, the concern I saw there caught me off guard. Llewellyn wiped away the tears that leaked from my eyes. 

'Tell me these tears are not sad ones...' he whispered.

I blinked away the tears, trying to turn my head away, but Llewellyn cupped my face firmly, 'give me a reason Callie. Why do you cry?' Llewellyn's voice was soft, gentle and soothing, but it only served to make my tears flow harder. Why did he have to be so nice? 

'Why didn't you just rape me?' I whispered, unable to avoid his searching gaze.

I felt him stiffen and his eyes darkened, 'Is that what you want? For me to rape you?' Llewellyn asked; his voice strained.

'It would have been easier for me to accept, there would not be this shame,' I replied in a small soft voice, my head bowed.

This time Llewellyn's eyes narrowed and I could feel his anger bubbling just beneath the surface. 

'Callie, I am a man of honor and intellect, not a brute that would violate a woman for his own pleasure. There is no shame in enjoying the pleasures of flesh, do you understand?' Llewellyn lifted my chin, forcing me to acknowledge his words. 

Anger stirred in me at his words, 'if you are a man of honor, you would not have done what you did.' 

There was a pause before Llewellyn replied, 'you are mine. Understand that I have the right to own your body and give it pleasure in any way possible and it is no shame.'

'Then you are no man of honor if all I am is an object to be used at your disposal, but of course, I forgot, you purchased me.' There was bitterness in my voice, the word 'purchased' drew out my disgust.

I could see Llewellyn working to control his anger now as he released his hold on my chin, 'Callie, you were mine whether or not I purchased you and under the legal system, I have every right as that of a husband.'

'Lord de Clare, you talk in riddles. I do not know what you speak of.' My voice sounded, irascibly, reverting back to previous formalities as I drew the barrier between us.

'No, you do not,' Lord de Clare replied curtly and I could see the hardness in his eyes. He stood, 'I will send Grizela up to help you get dressed. She will assign you a maid and tell you what to do.' 

I watched as he turned and left. Falling back onto the bed, I buried my head in the pillow, trying to dam the tears that were squeezing out of my eyes. I would escape, I had to.



Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 06



24/12/15

This is a slightly edited version of the Pre-arranged Love series that I posted back in 2010.

The door opened again a short while later. I looked up to see a woman, perhaps in her mid thirties, enter the room. She was carrying a tray of fruit which she set on the table in the room before coming over to sit on the bed.

"My lady, hot water is being sent up presently, would you like to bath?"

I nodded, swallowing the lump that was forming in my throat. I got off the bed, allowing the woman to drape a thin cloak over me before she ushered me through the smaller double doors that I had spied earlier. Stepping through, I discovered it was another chamber, although quite small, it felt huge. There was not much in the room save for a rack for leaving towels and that sort and a very huge tub that reached just below the waist.

I stared at the unending train of page boys rushing in and out through the two doors to the side of this chamber. Each emptied a bucket of hot water before exiting. I stared dumbly, amazed at the amount of servants needed, just to prepare a bath. The tub was almost full with hot water and the woman dismissed the last of the page boys.

The woman hustled about, scattering petal roses into the water before turning back to me, "My lady, would you care to step in?"

"Thank you. I am no lady, just Callie will do," I spoke softly. With a shrug of my shoulders, I slipped the thin garment from my shoulders, allowing it to pool at my feet before I stepped into the tub and lowered myself to sit the water. As the water swallowed my neck, I leaned my head back with a soft sigh as I closed my eyes, a smile playing on my lips. The only time I had partaken in such luxury was when I had bathed in a hot spring.

Behind me I could hear the wisp of fabric as the woman picked up my discarded cloak, "I will send some maids up to help you wash."

My eyes opened, "No, please do not trouble yourself. I would like some peace and quite."

There was a pause, before the woman replied, "Very well my lady."

Annoyed, I turned around to face the woman, "It's just Callie."

The woman paused and I watched her mask her frown before bowing her head slightly in compliance.

"Very well... Callie. Ring the bell when you're done and I will attend to you."

I settled back into the tub, acknowledging the soft click of the door that meant Grizela had left and I was truly alone to contemplate what I should do. Escape. The word flitted straight to forefront of my mind. I turned the idea around, if I was to escape, I needed a good plan and I needed to know my enemy. My thoughts drifted, arriving to what Llewellyn had done to me, remembering how he had touched and pleasured me. The memory itself was enough to stir the pits of desire in me and I blushed, shifting to diffuse the sudden rush of tingling. Focus Callie.

The water began to cool after a while so I grabbed the soap, washing my hair and scrubbing myself clean. Without bothering to ring the bell, I stepped out. Grizela had left a towel at my disposal and I flung it around me, towelling myself off before stepping back into Llewellyn's chamber.

I stood, dumfounded, the curtains were drawn back from the bed, and the sheets were clean and made with no hint of what had occurred just a little while ago. The curtains by the window were drawn and light poured into the chamber without abandon. I could still hear the chirping of the morning birds and seized by a sudden desire to go outside, I grabbed the bell and rang it.

A short while later, Grizela came up, followed by maids who were bringing up a rack full of garments.

I looked at Grizela questionably.

Grizela smiled, "Lord Abercorn deemed it appropriate for his lady to be dressed accordingly. Once your measurements are taken, we will have gowns and kirtles ordered from London and have some tailor made to suit you, however, in the meantime, these should do well."

I could only stare disbelieving. "No!" Anger bubbled in me, I did not want to be dressed up like a doll, pulled around and told what to do.

"First, and let this be clear; I am not his lady. Second, I am not a lady! Third, you can all go shove those gowns up your arse." The last statement came out with a hiss and I felt immense satisfaction at spitting out such foul words, there could be no doubt as to the state of my ladyship now. There was an audible gasp from the maids and Grizela stiffened. I had done more than just preach my status, I had offended and deeply insulted them, perhaps not in the worst way possible since I had heard and seen worse, but these simple servants probably didn't know the difference.

Grizela turned, returning the way she came with the maids hot on her heels, the rack left forgotten. They turned back to glimpse fleetingly at me and I caught their expressions of disgust and wonder, however the last girl out shot me a look of complete and utter loathing. I blanched and the sudden notion 'if looks could kill', flittered across my mind before I shook away my unease.

I had not meant to be so angry, but it could not be helped now. I sighed, stepping over to examine the dresses. All were beautiful, soft and intricately designed with beautiful lacework. There were numerous corsets, kirtles, gowns and such but no other type garments. Annoyed I stepped away and padded to the windows, holding the towel around me. I had no wish to wear gowns and I could not without another pair of hands to tie up the laces that ran across the back of the corset. I looked over the beautiful gardens, peace and serenity stealing over me. Almost hypnotised, I did not hear the chamber doors open and close with a soft click, nor did I hear the bare whispers of footsteps approach me until they were almost upon me. Startled out of my daze, I whipped around just as Llewellyn stood before me. He arched an eyebrow, as though amused at my play, but I could see the hardness lurking in the depth of his blue eyes.

"I have never in my entire life met someone who refuses to dress." Llewellyn placed his arms on the window, leaning down to stare me in the face, "Callie, I will give you a second chance. I will call the maids back up and you will dress appropriately."

"To hell I will, I'm not your lady. I'm not a lady. I don't want your upper class clothes and I don't want you're upper class tittles," I felt vehemently rebellious as I replied.

A smile touched Llewellyn's lips, but his eyes remained as hard as ever, "Most peasants would jump at such a chance. You tell me you are not a lady, yet you talk with the demeanour of one, barring your foul language of course."

Llewellyn laughed softly, "No, you are a lady Callie and you will relearn the ways of a lady. That I can assure you."

I stared at him stonily, "What is it to you? I cannot understand you; you purchase me from a prostitute market, you take my virginity and now you want me to be a lady? Who do you think you are?" I whispered.

"Not just a lady, Callie, my lady," Llewellyn chuckled, "As for who do I think I am... no, the question is who I am," he tapped my forehead, when you remember, you will know. Although, the question would be better stated as who you are. Now, will I call the maids up or will you continue to refuse?"

"I'm not interested in playing your games."

"Mm, then...you leave me no choice..." Llewellyn grabbed me and I shrieked as he hoisted me over his shoulder, moving swiftly to dump me on the bed.

"I think this towel has to go," Llewellyn tugged at my towel, but I clutched it tightly, lying insistently on my stomach, "No." I ground out, stubborn.

I felt Llewellyn grip my shoulders, forcing me to turn around, I kicked out at him, but he deftly blocked my kick, capturing my ankle before it made contact just below his waist.

"Quite the vixen, aren't you," Llewellyn chuckled before grabbing my towel, this time it tore from my fingers, burning as it slid from beneath me. Llewellyn tossed it aside, his eyes never leaving me. I kicked out again, but Llewellyn's quick reflexes deflected my attack, "it seems we will have to do something about you legs," he murmured.

Llewellyn left the bed, walking to the drawer that stood by the wall. Not waiting to see what he was going to do, I scrambled off the bed, scanning the room for a makeshift weapon. I spied the plate of fruits on the table and I was halfway across the room when an arm slid around my waist and Llewellyn's voice sounded in my ear, "don't make this hard on yourself."

I yelped, how did he do that, creep up so silently?

Llewellyn carried me back and I bounced on the bed before he grasped my ankles, tying them securely before working the same knots on my wrists. He stood back, his face almost expressionless as I struggled. I glared at him as he sat down and his hand reached out to grip my chin. I jerked away from him, but he only caught me chin again, gripping it firmly, "Callie, I don't want to do it like this, but you leave me no choice. Understand, you will dress like a lady, you will act like a lady, you will familiarise yourself with the rules of etiquette, you will learn to read and you will learn to write. You will learn everything that is required of a lady, and if this is what it takes, then so be it. I promise you, this is for your own good."

I looked into Llewellyn's eyes, angry at the sincerity I read there, "God damn you, I hate you." I articulated each word through clenched teeth, my each and every word cutting. I did not want his kindness; I did not want anything he had to offer, not after what he had done.

For a moment, I saw hurt flicker across his eyes before it was gone and Llewellyn stood up, I felt savage pleasure at having broken through his façade.

I watched as Llewellyn walked over to the rack, looking over the garments. As he began picking out undergarments, I started working my bonds furiously, rubbing my hands up and down in the hopes that the bindings would loosen. A moment later, Llewellyn's hands came over my wrists, "Please don't do that, you'll only chafe your skin," he spoke softly, firmly.

I looked up, startled by his compassion, but he was already walking back to the rack. I watched as he picked out a low cut chemise that reached just beneath the knees, hoses, a corset, a farthingale, kirtle, sleeves and a gown. He turned back to me and I stared at him incredulously.

Llewellyn walked towards me, placing the garments on the bed before he untied my wrists, pulling me up off the bed to stand a few feet away. I wobbled, unable to keep my balance with my ankles still tied together and Llewellyn steadied me before he grabbed my wrists, deftly pulling the chemise over me, fitting my arms through the sleeve. Angry at being dressed like this, I slapped at his chest and lost my balance. I yelped as I toppled, but Llewellyn reached out and caught my arm, using his strength to pull me into his chest.

I heard him sigh before he whispered in my ear, "I am happy to play games with you, but if you intend to hurt yourself with your continued defiance, then you will find me in a different countenance."

Llewellyn slapped me gently on my bottom to emphasise his meaning and my eyes widened in surprise. I let out a shuddered breath, this was too embarrassing. I knew Llewellyn was going to dress me now, either with or without my cooperation and I did not want to humiliate myself further. Forcing myself to calm down I spoke, "Stop, I'll dress."

Llewellyn lifted my chin to look me in the eye. I did not flinch as I met his blue ones, "Good girl", Llewellyn spoke, kissing me softly on the forehead. He reached down to untie my ankles.

A moment later, I gripped the bed post as Llewellyn fitted a low square neck corset over me, "Suck in a breath Callie."

I sucked in a breath and felt the laces tighten, accentuating my waist. It felt tight and stiff as the whale bone in the back forced me into a stiff posture I was not accustomed to. The next article of clothing was the hoses, then the farthingale which Llewellyn laced to the corset, followed by the kirtle, which was a beautiful gold. Llewellyn slipped it over the corset, attaching it to the farthingale. His hands lingered on my waist and I breathed deeply, my breast heaving, never in my entire life had I been dressed by a man. Surely this was not what the nobility did?

Llewellyn reached for the gown; it was rich blue in colour, with intricate black lacework and patterns. I allowed him to slip it over me; his fingers brushed my breasts as he did up the bodice. Llewellyn slipped the white sleeves on, they gathered tightly at my armpits. I had never worn such sleeves; they puffed and gathered at lengths, cuffing at my wrists.

He settled the gown, and the kirtle, the blue and gold provided a noble mix of colour. Llewellyn stepped back and smiled, "Breathtaking, you look beautiful," he breathed. I felt somewhat self-conscious, a blush crept up my neck and a warm feeling erupted within me, nobody had ever called me beautiful.

A soft chuckle greeted my ears as he brought his hand to caress my cheek, "Even lovelier when you blush," he murmured and drew my brown hair back, tilting my face to kiss me on the lips. I didn't resist him, it was getting harder to when he offered up such gentle touches.

He broke off the kiss, "Come", he grabbed my hand, taking me to the mirror that was situated by the closet. I grasped my skirts, lifting them so I wouldn't tread on them, but Llewellyn took my hand away, "No, a lady does not walk with her skirts in her hands."

I stared at Llewellyn incredulously, "but I'll trip". My skirts weren't usually this long and when they were, I had always lifted them to walk and run, nobody walked with their skirt in the mud.

"You'll learn. Come, try," Llewellyn prompted me.

Deciding to just play along, I stepped forward, treading instantly on the hem of my kirtle and almost tripped. "Well, that was helpful," I replied, my tone anything but.

Llewellyn laughed, "Callie, you cannot just step forward and walk as you please. A lady walks with grace and rhythm, back straight. Do not lift you feet too high, move your feet in a small arc so that it sweeps the hem aside. Move your hips with your feet, it will help."

I stared at him in disbelief before laughter tore from my throat, "Might I ask how you came to be this knowledgeable in the matter of a lady's gait?" A light chuckle burst forth as I uttered the last word.

Llewellyn arched an eyebrow, "My mother is forever telling Lilliana how to behave, now walk Callie."

I briefly wondered if I should refuse.

"You will one way or another," Llewellyn spoke lightly, as though guessing my thoughts.

That decided me, I would play along with anything Llewellyn threw my way and only because that was the only plan I had.

Slowly, I brought my foot in a small arc, stepping forward as my hem flared out, a couple more steps and I was getting into the rhythm, gently swaying my hips in syndication with the movement of my feet. I realised why my posture had to be straight, if I leaned forward, I could not walk in the proper manner and it would serve to hamper me more even though I could not lean forward much to start with.

Quite ingenious I thought; how the clothes forced such a gait upon the lady, serving up gracefulness and sensuality with the hip motion.

"Very good," Llewellyn nodded approvingly. He offered me his arm and I took it, allowing him to guide me to the mirror. I let out a small gasp, the corset really did accentuate my waist, but it did more than that, it pushed up my breasts, partially revealing the sensual curves and the cleavage of my small breasts. The low square cut gown revealed the smooth skin of my soft cream complexion. The gold kirtle contrasted beautifully with the blue gown, creating a perfect image of status and wealth. Llewellyn slid an arm around my slender waist, bringing me against him. My hands came up to clutch his arms as I stared at the image I presented.

I swallowed, watching as my breasts heaved slightly as I breathed deeply. I looked the perfect image of a lady; there was no doubt of my sensuality. Llewellyn nuzzled my neck, delivering tenders kisses all the way down.

"Llewellyn," I swallowed again, trying not to give in to his pleasurable kissing, "I can't go out like this."

"Hm," Llewellyn worked his way back up, nipping my earlobe. I could feel him growing erect against my back.

"Llewellyn," this time I grasped his arm, pulling it away, he stopped what he was doing to look up at me in the mirror.

I repeated, "I can't go out like this."

He paused for a moment before asking, "Why?"

"It's, it's revealing too much," I swallowed, watching my breasts rise up and down.

At this, Llewellyn chuckled softly, "So naïve."

He moved his right hand up, coming up against the contours of my left breasts.

I tried again, "I mean it. I can't go out like this."

"Shh, you can. It's the latest fashion at court," he murmured.

"I don't care, I'm not going out like this," I replied, insistently.

Llewellyn chuckled again, "You will. Have some confidence, you look beautiful."

I growled, slapping his hand away, "No, I'm not going out like this."

Llewellyn's eyebrow shot up amused and he captured my wrists, "Callie, enough of your childish-ness. This is how you will dress and you are not going to hide."

I glared at him in the mirror but kicked myself internally for forgetting to play along. It wasn't as easy as it seemed.

"Come, we're going out now."

~*~



Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 07



24/12/15

This is a slightly edited version of the Pre-arranged Love series that I posted back in 2010.

(A little note: "dinner" means lunch and "supper" means dinner here.)

Llewellyn opened the doors for me, allowing me to glide out before he closed them and offered me his arm, "Just remember what I said about the stepping and you'll be fine."

I shot him a scathing look; it wasn't exactly easy to forget.

I tried to ask with a nonchalant air, "Where are we going?"

"To see Monsieur Pierre Moreau. His father was a French nobleman, but his mother was a Baroness in her own right. Monsieur Pierre was my private tutor. You will learn from him. My mother will teach you the rest."

We descended down a flight of stairs.

"You can't honestly mean this," I spoke, an incredulous look pasted across my face.

Llewellyn laughed and his eyes sparkled with his laughter, "Oh yes, I mean it, I mean everything."

He gave me a deep look; it was a look that made me shiver, not that it was frightening, it hinted at something more, something with an unfathomable depth. I turned my face away.

"Here."

We arrived at an intricately designed double door, "This is the library. Pierre is expecting you."

Llewellyn held the door open, waiting for me to proceed. I breezed through, turning to see Llewellyn wink before the door closed. Annoyed, I clenched my teeth before turning back to the rows of shelves. I could still hear the trilling chirping of the birds, but other than that, there was silence.

"Hello?" I asked tentatively.

There was no reply. It was a fairly large chamber, with light peering in from all the high windows. There was a strange, almost familiar smell about the chamber, as if I vaguely remembered it from somewhere.

I stepped forward, feeling a sense of peace and contentment steal over me and I frowned, trying to place it, for even that peace, the very action of stepping forward seemed familiar. I brushed my fingers over the endless rows of books aligning the shelves and realised the smell that greeted my senses was of aged paper, books collected on shelves for far too long. I walked slowly, focusing hard to read the writing on the spines before I frowned. An overwhelming sense of annoyance washed over me. The tedious need to concentrate bothered me, though I had always been the only one in my family who could read.

Towards the end of the shelf I began to encounter books written in foreign languages. Baffled and intrigued, the fact that I couldn't read them was like an irksome itch that I couldn't scratch. My father had always considered education a waste and never sent me, let alone my brothers, to school. That I could read was a mystery. My father's explanation was that I had picked it up and often attempted to dissuade me from it.

I would have continued to explore the other shelves but a wooden door caught my attention. It was old and the hinges were rusted, but it wasn't only my interest that was piqued, that sense of familiarity was back again. I traced the doorknob, feeling an odd sense of premonition, like a dream with the veil slipping off. My hand lingered on the doorknob for a moment, a moment that seemed to stretch over an eternity. Taking a deep breath I pushed it open. It gave way with a groaning creak and I gasped.

The garden was beautiful. Butterflies flittered through the air and there was the most colourful variety of flowers I had ever seen. A small pathway led through the garden and almost in a daze, I stepped forward. The sweet smell of flowers permeated the air and I inhaled deeply. Light laughter burst from me spontaneously. I sped up, lifting my skirt without abjection to run. The path split off at a crossroad and without hesitating, I took the left one, it felt like I had been through these paths an endless number of times.

My cheeks flushed as I came out into a clearing with a pavilion beside a small pond framed by trees. Sitting amiably in the pavilion was a man reading a book. He didn't seem to notice my presence or perhaps he was just too engrossed in his book. I studied him for a moment; he had a graceful posture, sitting there with his legs crossed; an image that seemed to complement the clearing completely with ease.

Curiosity propelled me forward and finally he looked up. There were wrinkles of age around his brow, his blond hair streaked with grey, but the green eyes that greeted me were clear, defined by a startling clarity. I watched them widen in surprise for a moment before he settled into a smile and almost as if drawn by an irresistible force, I found myself smiling back.

"I was wondering when you would come," he spoke with a barely noticeable French accent, and I frowned, that same feeling of premonition stealing over me.

"Monsieur...Pierre Moreau?" I asked.

He nodded, "That would be me."

As I walked forward I felt completely at ease despite being complete strangers up until then. I sat down on the indicated chair noticing the books on the table.

"What would you like to study first?" Pierre inquired as he put his book down.

I shivered, there was an almost dreamlike quality about the way everything was unfolding, "What is there to study?"

"We will cover literature, history, geography, French or Latin, whichever one you prefer, or both, and the arts of course. However, I would like to see how well you can read before we start anything else."

I found myself eager to learn, to devour the knowledge that he was so freely offering, "Literature then."

"Literature, so be it," Pierre's eyes twinkled as he reached for the first book.

~*~

Almost four hours had gone when finally Pierre brought the lesson to an end. By this time, I was really enjoying myself, delighting in all the texts we were analysing. Pierre had assigned me numerous texts to read to bring my reading and writing up to an acceptable level.

I took Pierre's offered arm with the numerous books he had given me in my other. We strolled leisurely through the garden taking the path that led away from the library. Conversation with Pierre had been easy and free without constraint, but the question I wanted to ask hovered hesitantly in my mind. Strengthening my resolve, I mustered my courage, "Monsieur Moreau, will you tell me about the Abercorn family?"

Pierre shot me a questioningly guarded look, "What do you wish to know?"

There was a lot I wanted to know, especially about what Llewellyn had said when he told me an 'incident' had impaired my memory. I had been shocked, but wariness had kept my shock in check. It was true, there was a lapse in my memory, I could not remember anything before the age of seven, but it was because of a fever that had burned part of my memory system. However I could not deny the coincidence even if I could deny the connection, but even then, Llewellyn had insisted that I was a lady. Confusion and fear coursed through me as doubt cast itself on everything I believed in. Was my entire life a deception? I bit my lip, wondering if I should ask.

"Ah, look, there's Llewellyn. I believe he is here for you."

My head shot up, sure enough, Llewellyn was striding down the pathway. My heart skipped a beat before it began to pound.

"Monsieur Moreau," Llewellyn gave a slight nod of his head, further addressing Pierre in rapid French. Pierre replied and I marvelled at their fluidity and grace.

Pierre turned to me, "I will excuse myself now, do enjoy the rest of your day, I shall see you soon".

With a smile, Pierre was gone and I was left alone with Llewellyn. Llewellyn offered me his arm, knowing I had no choice, I complied.

We resumed walking, "Pierre tells me you are a fast learner," Llewellyn commented. I glanced at him, refusing to begin a conversation. Llewellyn continued, "I take it you enjoyed your time."

Still I refused to talk. Llewellyn stopped walking to turn to me, "Callie, it is considered good manners to reply."

I knew it was, but every fiber in my being felt alive just to rebel against him. At that point I realised my mistake; I needed to play along if I was ever to escape.

"I'm sorry," I quickly spoke up.

A wry smile touched Llewellyn's features, "No, you're not."

My heart began to resume pounding as Llewellyn lifted my chin, "You're too fierce to be truly sorry," Llewellyn swept his lips across my cheeks in a gentle caress, "fiery and passionate," Llewellyn murmured into my ear and breathed deeply before his hand came around the nape of my neck. His lips caressed my soft flesh before pausing on my breast and I felt his tongue. The books tumbled from my hands.

I closed my eyes, cursing my body's response; how could I respond to a mere touch from this man? Butterflies fluttered in my belly. I forced my eyes open and tried to step away from him, but his arm crept around my waist, holding me in place.

I let out a soft gasp as Llewellyn's hand came up to cup my breast, "Don't, at least preserve some modesty," I tried to glare at him.

"Fear not, these gardens are secluded and privy to only the lord and his family. They are tended only at the break of dawn; no one may enter without permission so I assure you, no servants will stumble upon us at this time. If I recall clearly, you were most willing when I took you."

Llewellyn dipped his head to capture my lips before I could offer a rebuff. I felt the laces of my bodice come undone and the gown slip ever so slightly off my shoulders.

When he finally released me lips, I whispered, "I don't have a choice, do I?"

Llewellyn traced the contours of my face, "My sweet Callie, you were made to be mine."

"God help me, I don't know what you're talking about." I turned my face away, in truth, his words shook me with an intensity I didn't think possible.

Llewellyn brought my chin back to face him and the intensity of his gaze was scorching, "Sometimes I wonder if you really have no recollection at all. I wish you would remember; it would simplify many things."

My resolve broke and I finally asked the questions that had been burning in my mind the moment I arrived, "Why? Don't speak in riddles I beg you, what is it that you're not telling me? It is true I have no memory prior to the age of seven. You said an 'incident' occurred, tell me, what incident? Please, you must tell me! Have I been here before?"

I clutched at his shirt; never had I wanted to know anything so badly. Even if this was just a coincidence, the hunger to recall my memory was overriding my rational thought.

I saw surprise and sorrow flicker in his eyes and his mask slipped away. Llewellyn grasped my wrists, "Callie, I cannot unlock your memory. If I do —" Llewellyn stopped abruptly.

At his words, my heart fell, pierced by a thousand shards of disappointment. Anger blossomed in me and I pulled my wrists out of his grasp, "You are cruel, mercilessly cruel."

Llewellyn folded me into his embrace, "I am sorry, there are many things you don't understand. I promise you will in time."

I pushed away the urge to struggle and closed my eyes, trying to rein in my stormy emotions.

"Come, my mother and sister await our presence."

Llewellyn released me and I turned away to fumble with the laces of my bodice but Llewellyn eased away my fingers to finish the lacing. They brushed softly against mine before he bent down to retrieve my fallen books. His actions surprised me, he had taken me with my forced consent and yet here he was; an alluring gentleman.

Llewellyn gave me his arm again, offering a curious smile, "What is it that you are thinking? A puzzled frown mars your brow."

Taking the chance to make him a snide remark, I began, "I am wondering, why it is that someone who perfects so well the art of chivalry can also be such a tempter."

At this Llewellyn laughed. His voice was unexpectedly rich... warm, "Then I too am also wondering; how is it that someone who perfects so well the art of innocence can be so passionate and wanton in bed."

"You —!" I glared at him, furious, before whipping my head away from him, my cheeks flaming.

Llewellyn laughed without restraint, his arm snaking around my waist from behind as he delivered a small kiss to my neck, "Callie, you will find that I am more than happy to amuse you."

My teeth clenched together with an audible snap and Llewellyn chuckled lightly. The rest of the walk in the garden went by with cool amiability on my part. We approached the manor and as we passed the servants, they all bowed or curtsied as their lord passed. Another reminder how out of place I was.

Llewellyn guided me upstairs and into the family's private chambers. There was a long table with Llewellyn's mother and sister already seated. I curtsied and the Countess Katherine Abercorn in her elegant posture raised an eyebrow at Llewellyn, "Well, if it isn't Lord Abercorn himself. Has he finally decided to grace his family with his presence?"

My eyes widened in surprise, I had not expected the Countess, someone of such standing to make such a pointed remark. I turned to Llewellyn to see a mocking smile play on his lips as he guided me to my chair before walking over to his mother, placing a small kiss on her hand. "Mother, please accept my deepest apologies, I was merely caught up with...the intricacies of showing Callie around."

My eyes widened in surprise and my cheeks flamed again as I recalled his 'intricacies'; it was all I could do not to shoot Llewellyn a murderous glare.

I watched as a smile tugged at the Countess's lips, "Indeed, well in that case, I will let the matter pass." Llewellyn winked at me before taking his seat at the head of the table and I wondered if the Countess's definition of 'intricacy' and Llewellyn's were the same.

The servants served up breakfast. Bread, butter, cheese, wine, meat and fish arrayed the table. I picked up my bread, following suit, using the butter knife to butter it.

The Countess smiled at me, "Callie, how do you find our home?"

I shot Llewellyn a glance from under my lashes, he was chewing his bread slowly, his eyes lightly amused. I wanted to wipe every ounce of amusement from his face, he was enjoying my predicament.

I smiled back at the Countess, "My lady, I thank you for your generous hospitality, but I cannot reciprocate what I will owe, especially to Llewellyn," I cast him a meaningful look only to see his amusement lighten up further if that was even possible.

"Therefore, I wish to be allowed to work until my debt is paid."

The Countess smiled with surprise, "Dear child, you misunderstand, you are an extended guest in our home, more than an extended guest. Surely, you did not really think we extend to our guests such unfitting courtesy?"

I stared at her in almost disbelief. Did she know Llewellyn had taken my virginity? I met the Countess's eyes evenly, determined not to let rules of etiquette seal my tongue, "My lady, I am not fit to be a guest at your table. Llewellyn purchased me from a prostitute market; I wish to repay his kindness and leave."

My heavy words hung in the air and nobody spoke. Lilliana Abercorn gasped, but it was the Countess's face that I was focused upon. Her features were hard but they softened when she spoke again, "Child, where would you go then if you leave?"

I did not have an answer ready, but one sprang to mind, taking precedence over the others, "Where I go, begging your pardon, would be none of your concern."

I neatly placed my bread on the plate, waiting for the Countess to throw me out, instead, she only laughed, her blue eyes twinkling, it was a few moments before she stopped, "My dear, you are quite the tenacious one, but unfortunately, your wiles are wasted on me."

I looked at the Countess with a new surprise. She had not taken insult, surely as a noble that was her right? I had not counted her response as otherwise, but my surprise quickly turned to annoyance as I spied the smug look adorning Llewellyn's lavishing good features.

Without much of a choice, I finished breaking my fast, resigned to my plan of escaping. Breakfast over, Llewellyn stood, "Mother, if you will excuse me now, I have some pressing matters to attend to."

The Countess nodded. Llewellyn bantered with Lilliana, a few words back and forth, and after smiling deviously at me, he left.

I briefly wondered what 'pressing matter' Llewellyn was attending to when the Countess stood, a slightly serious look in her eyes, "Callie, I will expect you in my private chambers this evening, you are expected in the library with Monsieur Moreau after dinner. One of the maids will show you to your room, in the meantime, our manor offers you all its hospitalities."

Mutinous refusal crossed my mind before I stood and curtsied, "I will be there, my lady."

With that being said, the Countess departed with Lilliana and I was left to myself. Delighted at being allowed free reign, I left to explore the manor immediately. There were a few servants, maids, kitchen hands scurrying about on their own errands on the main floor. As I explored the main floor, I filed away any information that I might use to escape, the doors to the kitchen, pantry and such. Having fully explored everything the main floor had to offer, I decided against going upstairs and headed for the library instead.

As I turned the doorknob, a hand shot over mine, preventing me from entering. I looked up startled; it was the last maid that had departed Llewellyn's chambers, the one who shot me the look of complete and utter loathing. She stood slightly taller than me and for the first time, I noticed her excessive makeup and voluptuous figure, clad in the tightest and most revealing gown and kirtle. She was a striking figure, her chin and cheekbones chiseled perfectly with sharp eyes and perfect lips to compliment her beauty. In a sense, she looked like a goddess with fiery auburn hair, yet I could only define her beauty as cruel.

She smiled; a smile that only seemed to curl her mouth in a slight sneer which did little to conceal the hostility I could see in her grey eyes. "Callie Pennant?"

Responding to the hostility she was emanating, I bristled, "Yes, may I help you?"

"I am Isabella Rose, let me show you to your room."

I noted the way she spoke her own name with all the airs of importance.

Without further comment, the girl turned, heading upstairs. Warily, I followed her and she stopped before a door, "This is your room."

Her eyes did not leave me as I opened the door and walked through. It was certainly removed from Llewellyn's chamber but that did not matter to me. The door behind me closed with a click and I spun around, just as Isabella slapped me across the cheek and I stumbled back with the force of her slap.

"Stay away from Llewellyn. He may adorn you with his kisses now, but in the end, he will come back to me. "Me," Isabella hissed, "do you hear? You are nothing but a common whore. Take your seduction and your pretty cunt elsewhere."

I gasped, shocked by her brazen words but anger bubbled uncontrollably within, I lifted my head, ignoring the sting in my cheek, "Isabella, I am not a whore, I don't care for Llewellyn. Now you have insulted me with your lies and I suggest you leave. Now."

It was a battle of wills as I stared into her eyes. Isabella whipped around, walking to the door, "You have been warned. Stay away from him, or you will suffer the consequences. I promise you."

The door slammed in her wake, but not before I caught her gaze of open enmity and I knew she meant every word. Left standing alone in the room, my anger evaporated leaving a bitter feeling in its place. Hearing the words spoken out loud made everything so much clearer, so much worse. Sinking to my feet, I began to sob softly, all my bravado gone. Isabella was right. I was just a common whore, nothing but a common whore. I had offered Llewellyn my body, allowed him to ravish me freely, what separated me from a common whore?




Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 07



When my tears ceased, I did not move, my head buried in my arms. A moment later, I heard the door open and shocked, I looked up, it was Llewellyn. I straightened immediately, wary that Llewellyn had caught me at my vulnerable moment.

Similarly, shock flittered across his face, followed by concern, "God, Callie, what happened?" Llewellyn made to stride towards me but I backed away, a different fear gripping me. He paused, uncertainty flickering across his face.

"Don't come near me."

But that did not deter him, and in two strides, he had bridged the distance between us and wrapped his arms around me. I breathed in his scent, felt his warm chest. I wanted to pull away, but his warm embrace was pushing away my objections. My eyelids fluttered, I could not remember ever being embraced with such warmth. How could Llewellyn, a complete stranger, turn my feelings so upside down? My resistance melted away and I relaxed against him. He whispered softly as his hand caressed my hair and let my mind go blank, the turmoil of Isabella's words fading.

After a moment, Llewellyn pulled away to lift my chin and I met his searching blue eyes. His fingers caressed my left cheek. Isabella's slap must have left a mark. I tried to turn away, but Llewellyn refused to let me go, "Who did this?" he whispered, "Tell me who hit you."

"I—I slipped."

I swallowed as Llewellyn's gaze turned hard with anger, "Do not lie to me Callie. Your cheek is red with the impression of a hand. Who hit you?"

I stared into his hard eyes, refusing to answer. It was my problem, I would deal with it myself.

"You refuse to tell me." Llewellyn spoke, it wasn't a question, but a statement. I could see the burning anger in his eyes, but I refused to yield.

"Callie, you only make this hard on yourself. I want to know, who hit you." Llewellyn ground out the last words with a precise clarity.

This time, I jerked away from him insistently, "This is not your concern."

His eyes flashed and he grabbed me by the waist, snagging me right against his body, forcing me to lean back as he towered over me, "Callie, let me make this very clear. Whatever happens to you is my concern. Do not, push the matter with me. I am angry as it is, I do not want to force the answer from your lips but I swear, I will."

I stared into Llewellyn's serious eyes, he meant every word. "Why, because I am yours? Is that why you must know? Because no one else may lay hands on what is yours?"

A pained expression crossed his features, "You think the worst of me. Yes, that is true, but that is not explanation for my anger. I want to protect you and I did not. How can I let this pass? How do you expect me to let this pass?"

My breath caught, did Llewellyn actually care for me?

"I tire of bandying words with you Callie. You will tell me now, or I will drag the answer from your lips. Which is it to be?"

There really was no point to remaining silent, clearly I would not win this round and any silence on my part now would just be the result of my stubborn nature, so I muttered, "Isabella."

I watched with some satisfaction as Llewellyn's eyes widened in surprise.

"I have told you, now let me go."

I pushed against his chest and he let me go, still somewhat shocked by the truth. As I shrugged past him Llewellyn's hand came around my wrist, I turned to look at him.

"What else did she say?"

I paused before shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly as though what she said did not bother me, "She called me a common whore."

I could not read Llewellyn's expression, but something in mine must have given me away because he captured my other wrist and brought me closer against him. I looked up into fathomless blue eyes, "Callie, you are not a common whore, you are my lady."

Llewellyn's words caused the breath to stutter from my lungs. "Does my lady want proof?" Llewellyn whispered seductively against my neck and I could feel the warm caressing of his breath. I closed my eyes as his lips swept across my neck and past my jaw line. His tongue darted out to trace my lips and I could feel his hands slip around my waist before they crept further down, moulding over the silk that covered my buttocks.

"No..." I whispered, forcing my eyes open.

"Ahh," he murmured against my jaw, "So my lady continues to refuse me..."

In a slow sensual move Llewellyn began to grind his hips against me as he peppered kisses along my jaw and I felt the insistent bulge of his erection. My eyes widened and I tried to push away from him but he chuckled lightly, "Where do you think you're going Callie?"

Before I could formulate a reply, Llewellyn had brought his lips to mine, this time his tongue demanding entrance. It was a strong kiss, possessive in a sense as Llewellyn brought his hand up to cup my neck. I felt his other hand slowly unlace my bodice, the gown slipping softly over my shoulders.

My breath caught. This time I knew, there would be no stopping. Would it be better if I allowed him to take me? After all, what difference would it make? It was a small price to pay in light of things, considering that I wanted to escape, I would deal with the shame later. Having decided, I caught Llewellyn's hand that was undressing me and he stopped his kisses.

"Let me..." I whispered.



Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 08



24/12/15

This is a slightly edited version of the Pre-arranged Love series that I posted back in 2010.

Surprise flickered across Llewellyn's face, but he didn't speak and locking his gaze, I began to undress. Dark thoughts plagued my conscious mind, attacking my willpower to continue. What was the right choice? What was a morally wrong choice? I closed my eyes, trying to force the immediate sense of 'wrongness' away, I was doing this for no other reason other than to escape. I pulled the word into my mind, turning it over, my sole reason for doing this. Feeling my resolve return, with a deep breath I opened my eyes. Llewellyn hadn't move, his face impassive as I continued to undress before him. The sleeves came off and I dragged the gown over my hips, allowing it to pool at my feet. I undid my kirtle and once it was free of my corset, it slipped to the ground.

I paused for a moment and Llewellyn spoke, "Turn around."

My face flushed, I turned around. I felt Llewellyn's fingers at my waist as he removed the small farthingale and unlaced my corset. With a firm tug, Llewellyn had pulled it over my head and it lay discarded on the floor. My heart pounded in my chest as he lazily encircled my waist with an arm. Compliant, I allowed him to pull me against his hard chest. My breath sounded almost ragged as I felt his lips feast upon my neck while his other hand crept up to cup my breast, I felt my nipple harden as his forefinger rubbed it through the thin material. A moan bubbled to my mouth and I tried not to squirm.

"Ahh..." Llewellyn inhaled deeply against my neck as he brought his other hand to tilt my face back towards him. His lips swept across my cheek, "Are you wet?" he whispered.

My breath stuttered and I let out a small gasp as Llewellyn's hand crept down to cup me between my thighs. I felt the warm heat of his hand upon my sex through the thin material and Llewellyn chuckled. My face heated at the slickness he was freely feeling. I squirmed as Llewellyn began to run his finger along my slit, the thin material offering little protection against his fingers.

"Take your chemise off." Llewellyn whispered seductively into my ear before his arms fell away from me.

I closed my eyes, knowing that I was about to strip away my last protection, the last vestige of my modestly. Slowly, I grabbed two fistfuls of my chemise before sliding it up, slowly revealing myself, my naked backside to Llewellyn. I dropped the chemise to the floor, resisting the urge to cover myself. This time I heard Llewellyn's breath catch. I shivered as I felt his hands upon my shoulders, trail down my naked skin, partially skimming over my breasts.

"Open your legs Callie..." Llewellyn's breath caressed my naked skin and I shivered again.

I squeezed my eyes shut, it was one thing just to get along with the sex, completely another to be doing all this foreplay, "Is this really necessary Llewellyn? Isn't taking me enough?"

Llewellyn wrapped his arms around me and I could feel the soft fabric of his shirt so intimately now that I was naked, "It will never be enough." Llewellyn thumbed a pebble hard nipple, his voice laced with huskiness, "I want you to know that your body will surrender every secret it has to hide... to know that I am the only one who can possess you like this... Open your legs."

Llewellyn's voice washed over me hypnotically, but his words drew up a new fluttering my stomach. Taking an effort to calm my nerves, I inched my legs apart. I closed my eyes and tried not to gasp as I felt Llewellyn's fingers skim over my flat stomach to play against my sex. After a moment, he delved into me, stirring the forbidden pits of desire.

This time I moaned, sagging into the support of his arm and strong chest. "So wet and ready..." Llewellyn murmured.

I gasped as Llewellyn suddenly twisted my nipple. It didn't quite hurt, but the tingling it shot through me made me squirm and I brought my legs together as though that would help diffuse the rush of pleasure.

"Uh-uh, keep those legs open." Llewellyn's voice sounded softly, playful with an undercurrent of seduction. This time he flicked my nipple, eliciting another gasp from me and I opened my legs. Llewellyn chuckled as his fingers returned to my sex, teasing across my flesh, "Your body is delightful. Tell me, are you enjoying this?"

My eyes widened as my anger returned to me in full force. "You know what you are doing to me!" I replied, trying to ignore the tingling below as I turned my head to try and see him.

Llewellyn's hand left my sex again and came up to hold my chin, gently smearing my fluids across my lips. His fingers slipped slightly between my parted lips. "Ah yes, is this what I am doing to you?" Llewellyn teased as I tasted my fluids. He whispered in my ear, "I want you to tell me how I make you feel."

His breath breezed like a stimulant over my naked flesh and the hairs at the back of my neck stood up. I let out a shuddered breath, not sure how much I could endure now. This was not what I had expected.

"Hmm, well?" Llewellyn queried his tone lightly playful as his hand began to trace sensual circles across my bare skin, running so lightly over my stomach, my breathing deepened.

"I—, it feels good." I finished lamely.

"Ah, Callie, is that all you have to say to me?" Llewellyn's voice was silky, edged with his masculine huskiness. "Well, in that case..." Llewellyn's voice drawled off as he suddenly picked me up in his arms.

"What—"

That was all I managed to get out before Llewellyn had taken four strides and was lowering me onto the bed. I opened my mouth to speak but my words died on my lips as Llewellyn stepped back and I gazed into his eyes. They were deep, fathomless, burning with a barely restrained passion. My breath whooshed through my lungs. I was naked, bared completely to his view. I turned my head away but Llewellyn only brought my face back, brushing my hair out of the way as he bent to kiss me full on the lips, a slow and passionate kiss.

I closed my eyes as I allowed Llewellyn's tongue to probe into my mouth. His teeth nuzzled my lower lips before he pulled away. My breath caught as Llewellyn began to undress. Soon I was greeted with the sight of his beautifully toned chest. As he slipped out of his breeches, his erection sprang free.

Llewellyn crawled onto the bed, I swallowed, unsure, he was taking this so slowly. His hands began to run up my calves, spreading them so my sex was open to his gaze. A lump formed in my throat at my wanton display, but I didn't pull away. Escape, I towed the reason to the forefront of my mind again just as Llewellyn suddenly pulled my thighs and with a yelp I slid down the bed to hit the pillow with my head. My mind blanked and I gasped as I felt his hardness.

My eyes met Llewellyn's smouldering ones, "Callie, do you remember what this is called?"

I squirmed, my fists clenching the bed sheets underneath me as Llewellyn grated his hips against my opening tortuously slow. "Well?" He breathed, a seductive undercurrent to his voice as I felt him press insistently against me. Unconsciously I arched up to meet his length but he only pulled away, never ceasing to grate his hips against me. A small whimper escaped my lips and I closed my eyes.

"You called it a cock..." I managed with a slight gasp. Llewellyn bent down to kiss me on the cheek, "Correct", he whispered, "Now tell me how I make you feel..."

Llewellyn's lips trailed past my jaw, down over the length of my neck to take my nipple into his mouth, I moaned. He kept me so aroused, his erection rubbing against me just enough to keep me on the edge. I was ready to push him away, barely stifling the urge to pull him closer as my hands came up against his chest, but he captured my wrists and secured them to the headboard with soft fabric before returning his attention to my body.

A part of me almost felt relief that Llewellyn was leaving me no choice. I gasped as Llewellyn's teeth grazed my nipple. Again, that sudden sensation of tingling shot down to my sex and I squirmed against Llewellyn, causing his hardness to slide so slightly into me. I moaned again, louder this time as my back arched.

Llewellyn chuckled, "Callie, you're eagerness is delightful, but you have not answered me yet."

I turned my head aside, how could Llewellyn be so unaffected by what he was doing? I could barely think about anything else but the pleasure Llewellyn was eliciting upon me. "I can't think when you're pressing against me like this." I ground out.

Another light chuckle greeted my ears. "Callie, if you can think coherently enough to tell me that, then I am sure you can think coherently enough to tell me how I make you feel."

I whipped my head up to glare at him but my protest was lost as he forced my arousal higher.

"Uugh," I groaned frustratingly. "Llewellyn, please!" I gasped, unable to hold out any longer. I arched my hips in a desperate attempt to relieve the building pressure, barely feeling the bite of the fabric in my wrists. I gasped as Llewellyn rubbed himself insistently against my slit, my resolve wavered, "You make me feel pleasure—"I groaned as Llewellyn pulsed against me, "— I've never felt like this before. I don't know what to think anymore, I'm afraid, because I don't know what I want anymore, you do things to me..." My eyes widened as I realised I had revealed far more than I had intended. Llewellyn had forced my insecurities to the surface. The look in his eyes was indecipherable, but he bent down to take my lips tenderly.

"Callie..." He murmured, so softly. My thoughts were swept away as he suddenly plunged into me and I arched my hip forward to receive him as I cried out. Sweat broke against my skin as I met his thrusts, feeling only the building pleasure. Our sweat mingled together and I could feel the exertion of my muscles and our laboured breathing. I cried out against him and our bodies collided with more intensity. "Llewellyn!" I screamed as I plunged over the edge. Llewellyn's body spasmed with mine, "God, I love it when you call my name."

Llewellyn slid from me to release my wrists and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. He helped me up before wrapping his arms around me to draw me into his embrace. I sighed as I breathed in his musky masculine scent.

"You're mine", he whispered. "Don't be afraid... you're safe with me." I buried my nose in his soft chest hair, enjoying the warmth of his soft embrace. His words made me feel secure, a feeling I realised, I had not felt in ages, a feeling I knew I could not afford to keep. Closing my eyes, I let my mind go blank.

We stayed like that for a while and I knew we had reached a mutual agreement. When Llewellyn finally released me, it was to deliver the sweetest kiss yet. I opened my mouth to him. After a moment, he pulled away and cupped my face. "Oh Callie, if only you know what you do to me." With a small chuckle Llewellyn moved off the bed. I didn't move as he stood and looked down at me. My eyes trailed down the length of his chest, finally coming to rest on his cock that was slightly erect. My eyes widened and a devious smile curled Llewellyn's lips.

He leaned forward to catch a strand of my brown hair between his fingers, tucking it neatly behind my ear. My breath caught as his fingers trailed across my cheek, rubbing across my lips. "So sweet..." he whispered. My breathing began to quicken.

Llewellyn's hand fell away, but he caught my eyes and smiled. "Get dressed Callie, or would you like me to do it for you?"

I caught the mischievous twinkle in his eyes and with a small glare I whipped my head away and got off the bed. "No, I can do it myself."

I snatched up my chemise, turning my back to him as I slipped into it, consciously aware of Llewellyn's gaze upon me. I slipped the corset over me and it was then that I realised I couldn't do up the laces at the back by myself. I turned to Llewellyn, his expression was mildly amused.

He arched an eyebrow. "Need help?"

I couldn't help my glare. "Yes," I shot back at him tartly.

"Come here."

With a glare I stepped over to Llewellyn, refusing to look up at him. "Turn around," he whispered.

I obeyed, happy to turn my back to him as I gripped the bed post. I sucked in a breath, allowing Llewellyn to tighten the laces around my waist, sensual almost. His fingers lingered on my waist before slipping away. "Alright, we're done."

I turned around, trying not to notice his complete nakedness, "Thank you". As I moved past him, Llewellyn's hand caught my wrist. My head shot up. A small smile played on Llewellyn's lips, "You're welcome."

My eyes shot up in surprise and I searched his eyes that were nothing but serious. "You're a puzzle, do you know? I cannot figure you out." I replied.

Llewellyn's smile widened. "Should I be flattered?"

"No," was my tart reply.

At this Llewellyn burst out laughing and released my wrist. "Alright, my little vixen, we shall explore this matter another time."

I eyed Llewellyn's self satisfied expression before walking back to where my clothes lay littered on the floor.

I heard the rustle of fabric and I knew Llewellyn was getting dressed likewise. I was about to attach the farthingale when Llewellyn's voice sounded, "Leave it off". Puzzled, I didn't question him. I was tying off the kirtle when Llewellyn's hand eased mine away.

"Allow me", he spoke. I turned to see him fully clothed already and sighed.

I let Llewellyn slip the gown over me, his knuckles grazing my breasts as he laced up my bodice. The sleeves were short work and I patted the wrinkles out of the gown.

Llewellyn brought his arm around my waist and lifted my chin, "We have a few hours to spare before dinner, would you care to go for a ride with me?"

My look was scathing when I replied, "I suppose I can't really decline your offer can I."

A lazy smile played upon his lips and he replied, "If you refuse me..."

Llewellyn's lips brushed my cheek as he lowered his head to whisper in my ear, "—then I am sure I will be able to persuade you otherwise."

I shivered at his words which sent a tingling of excitement down my spine. I blinked and shook my head as if to dispel such thoughts but Llewellyn looked to me and queried, "No?"

My eyes shot up to meet him. "No— I mean yes."

Llewellyn arched an eyebrow, his amusement quite evident. "No, you decline or yes you accept?"

"I accept—" I paused, before adding with conviction, "but I'm not riding side saddle."

His laughter spilled around me and he brought me deeper into his embrace. "Oh Callie," Llewellyn sighed, "But very well, I will let you go on this one." Llewellyn nuzzled my neck, "You will enjoy the ride, I promise." He murmured softly.

~*~

An hour later we were riding along one of the numerous woodland trails, Llewellyn's hunting grounds. I was riding a sweet tempered palfrey, Chester, and Llewellyn was only a few paces ahead of me on his destrier, a black stallion, Obrion. He was right, I was enjoying the ride. I could not recall ever riding through woodlands before, yet it felt so normal, so right. My father always disapproved and my brothers were largely disgruntled by the fact that I rode better than them.

The trees began to thin out and a laugh tore from my throat as I kicked Chester forward. The wind whooshing through my hair was unbelievably exhilarating. I caught up to Llewellyn, forcing his stallion to shift to the right. It snorted its annoyance which only drew out another laugh from me.

"Let's race!"

With a mischievous grin I kicked Chester into a gallop, shooting out ahead of Llewellyn. For a palfrey, Chester had a very good pair of legs on her. With the element of surprise on our side, we easily drew out the distance and I manoeuvred Chester so that Llewellyn's stallion could not advance on me. I didn't turn back as the sparse trees gave way to expansive meadows and I urged Chester on, laughing in delight. Llewellyn's stallion easily swept up beside me. Turning to him, my eyes widened in surprise, he was breathtaking, beautiful, handsome, and the way the wind tousled his hair... The sun had turned it a lighter shade of brown and his blue eyes twinkled when he turned to cast me a sidelong glance, the corners of his lips tugging into an easy smile. My eyes dropped and I noticed his shirt, buffeted by the wind, it was offering me tantalising glimpses of his chest. My cheeks heated and whipping my head up, I was just in time to catch the look of amusement in his eyes. Embarrassed, I looked away, he had noticed my scrutiny!

We rode silently, side by side for a few more minutes before Llewellyn drew ahead of me directing our course westward. A few more minutes and Llewellyn was drawing to a halt. We had stopped in the shade of a huge oak tree. I closed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths to slow down my heart and listened. I could hear the wishing of the breeze, the birds as they chirped, of course, it was the mating season and beyond that, I thought I detected the slightest trickling of stream water. I smiled languidly, it was beautiful.

I didn't hear Llewellyn dismount so when his arms snaked around my waist to pull me off Chester, I gasped. Llewellyn chuckled as I fell against his chest, "Tell me, what is it you were thinking?"

His voice held earnest curiosity and I replied freely. "Nature. It's glorious," I breathed.

Llewellyn looked down at me and smiled, and his next words took my breath away, "Then you have no idea, you are ten times that beauty".

I was caught speechless but Llewellyn slipped my hand into his and guided me to the trunk of the oak tree. He sat down, pulling me down beside him, "I hope you don't mind." Llewellyn spoke with a wry smile. I looked at him surprised, "Don't mind what?"

Llewellyn gestured around. "Sitting. Here."

I could only stare at Llewellyn before I forced a stiff laugh between my lips. "No Llewellyn, I don't mind sitting on the ground underneath an oak tree, but don't start caring now."

I turned away and silence filled the air for a moment. I felt satisfaction at my words, at having left Llewellyn at loss for what to say, even if temporary.

"Callie..."

I didn't turn to look at him, but he brushed his fingers against my cheek. "Look at me."

It was a command, spoken softly with gentleness. I turned to him, he held my gaze firmly, "I don't regret our lovemaking, I promised I wouldn't hurt you, and can you honestly tell me that you didn't enjoy it?"

I opened my mouth to reply but no sound came out. Llewellyn took advantage of my silence and continued, "Callie, I'm not heartless."

I stared at him unable to find words. Llewellyn left it at that and leaned back against the trunk of the tree to watch me.

Annoyed, I attempted to get up but Llewellyn caught a bunch of my gown from behind, "Don't go".

I fumed silently. "Clearly we have nothing more to say."

"On the contrary, I believe we have plenty to say. Sit." Llewellyn tugged the gown and I plopped down unceremoniously. Deftly, Llewellyn grabbed my waist and pulled me into his lap.

I tried to raise myself out of his lap, but Llewellyn easily pulled me back. After a few more failed attempts I gave up and glared at him, but he only wrapped his arms more snugly around my waist. He pulled me closer as his lips nuzzled my earlobe, "Do you really want to escape me?" Llewellyn murmured.

I stiffened slightly, not expecting this. Llewellyn's voice sounded heartfelt, devoid of his teasing. Turning my head slightly, I realised I could not answer his question sincerely.

I met Llewellyn's searching eyes, they were fathomless again, but this time they captured my heart. I could not tear my gaze away, from the almost sad emotion that swirled in them. Llewellyn's eyes closed briefly and when he opened them again, they were clear of any lurking emotions. I blinked, startled. Llewellyn settled back and caught a strand of my hair between his fingers, playing more fingers through my hair. "Tell me Callie, where did you learn to ride astride and so well at that?"




Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 08



The question caught me off guard and I looked at Llewellyn with a new surprise. He arched an eyebrow, waiting patiently for my answer but I couldn't shake the distinct feeling that he was only testing me.

Nonchalant, I shrugged my shoulders. "I can't remember, I always rode well."

It was the truth, a truth I never dwelled on, but Llewellyn's simple, "I see", left me feeling as though I was missing something. I shifted uncomfortably.

"How about... your family, tell me about your life."

Llewellyn fixed his gaze upon me, and a self-conscious feeling swept over me. I turned my face away from him. I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell him, I could easily say no, but in the end, I wasn't really left with an option, not if I wanted to be free.

I fixated my gaze on an interesting blade of grass, my long hair forming almost a curtain between me and Llewellyn. "I have three brothers; Aidan, Garth and Hugh. They were... alright, I suppose, as far as sibling love can go. I don't have any memories of my mother, as for my father Lathan, well, I wouldn't call him honest, he would take advantage of any situation as long as there was something in it for him but I don't blame him. The drought and famine may not have affected you at all, that is because the peasants bore the brunt of it all. All the nobles do is take everything and give little, if any at all." I didn't look up from my interesting blade of grass, "You have no idea how many serfs died," I whispered, "Do you want to know how they died, my lord? They starved, starved to death. Their lords, sworn to protect us, did nothing."

I lapsed into cold silence. I remembered clearly, the last winter season. It had been the serfs that had suffered the most, the serfs who were ultimately bound forever to the land, taxed mercilessly by the lords. Children, babies, peasants I knew, the famine swept them all away. The freemen were slightly better off, yet even so, far too many became outlaws. Others, like my father, just opted out into selling their daughters. It had been a bitter winter.

Llewellyn brushed aside my hair, cupping a hand against my cheek so I could stare into the blueness of his unwavering eyes. His gentle voice soothed the smouldering anger within my heart, "Callie, do not presume to think I am ignorant. Those lords you talk of are the pompous bunch of nobles whom flaunt themselves even amongst our ranks. I distaste their morals as do others of my standard but we cannot openly vilify them. The topic of estate is a matter of privacy and etiquette demands that privacy not be breached." Llewellyn paused, his expression becoming hard, "I may be a lord Callie, but I uphold my vows and see to the wellbeing of my subjects."

My hand came up to settle across his, "I know." It was true, I believed him, his subjects loved him, it was reciprocal of his vows and actions. Llewellyn's gaze softened and he bent down slowly, almost as if to let me know what his intent was, before his lips settled over mine, initiating a sweet kiss. My eyes closed and my hand fell into my lap. Llewellyn deepened the kiss and I allowed him entry, a moment later Llewellyn broke away.

My eyes opened, questing, but Llewellyn was already leaning back, his expression casual despite the heat in his eyes. His lips quirked up in a mischievous smile, "Very sweet," he commented.

"Pardon me?" My cheeks heated, for reasons I couldn't define.

Llewellyn leaned forward and captured my chin in the same movement, "You're pardoned", he whispered into my ear, his tone lightly mocking.

I gasped at the audacity of his words and shot him a glare. "Well in that case, thank you!"

With an angry huff I launched myself off his lap, whipping out of reach of his arms. I grabbed my kirtle, striding purposely towards Chester. Just what the hell made me so compliant? Oh, that's right, my plan to escape, it certainly was not his kiss. Too angry to dwell on my actions, I grabbed Chester's saddle when I heard footsteps behind me. I had one foot in the stirrup but before I could haul myself up, Llewellyn's arms had snaked around me and he was pulling me away.

"Where do you think you're going Callie? We're not done yet." Llewellyn murmured silkily.

"No, we're done. I've had enough of your arrogance, I'm leaving." I didn't struggle against Llewellyn, standing stiffly in his hold.

"Is that so?" This time Llewellyn's lips brushed my cheek.

I detected the mocking tone in his voice and mentally cringed at the predicament he had left me in. Angrily, I whipped at him, "Once you let me go, yes." I realised how futile my words sounded and I fumed silently even as heat crept up my cheek.

Llewellyn's soft chuckle only grated on my nerves. "Once I let you go hm? I'm afraid..." Llewellyn drew my hair aside to press a kiss to my neck, I hissed in a breath.

"I won't be able to let you go..."

~*~



Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 09



24/12/15

This is a slightly edited version of the Pre-arranged Love series that I posted back in 2010.

My breath caught, my mind whirling off in another direction at the implications of his words. "What do you mean?"

"Has my little vixen forgotten already... you are mine until you remember."

I breathed in deeply, realising my situation. "Until I remember."

"Yes... until you remember..." Llewellyn whispered seductively.

I closed my eyes. I really wasn't intent on waiting around to remember anything. Should I allow myself emotional feelings for Llewellyn, I would never be able to escape. A fragment of a memory... for all I knew, Llewellyn was making that up. I tried to ignore the doubts gnawing at the edge of my mind. I could live without the truth.

"Come for a walk with me," Llewellyn whispered before he slipped his hand over mine, tugging me away. My mind still in a haze of troubled thoughts, I allowed Llewellyn to guide me.

"Where are we going?" I murmured softly, absently noting the increasing sound of trickling water.

"I want to show you something."

"Oh," I paused, "What about the horses?"

"The trail is uneven and narrow, it is better to leave them here."

Seeing my wide eyes, Llewellyn murmured softly, "Fear not, they are trained not to stray."

We had re-entered another part of the woods. The ground began to slope growing steep but I found myself easily able to keep pace even while holding my skirts in my hand. Llewellyn steadied me without condition, helping me up carefully when he thought he needed to. I was touched by his actions, but I pulled away, "Don't, I don't need your help."

Llewellyn's lips quirked, but instead of replying, he let go, backing away with a gracious bow. "Please, lady first then."

Without further comment, I continued climbing, keeping to the winding trail. The sound of trickling water grew progressively louder until it started turning into a soft rush and I turned my head, straining to detect the source.

"Eyes on the path Callie." Llewellyn's voice drifted to me, chiding, urging me to be careful.

I cast my eyes back to my steps, careful of the uneven ground. A moment later Llewellyn told me to stop, all I heard was the steady rushing of water before Llewellyn's voice sounded next to my ear, "Now close your eyes." His voice whispered across my ear, causing me to shiver.

I did as he bade me and heard him shuffle around before a handkerchief was knotted across my head. I baulked at the immediate sense of darkness, about to pull away, but Llewellyn clasped my shoulders, "Shh... trust me."

I didn't pull away, but I couldn't bring myself to relax either. "Callie, we're going to move off the path." Finding my throat dry, I nodded.

"I won't let you fall, I promise."

Llewellyn spoke softly, offering me a light kiss before he folded my hand in his, guiding me forward slowly. I could feel my muscles tense, it wasn't falling I was worried about, it was the overwhelming darkness, the overwhelming sense of helplessness, of being captured in the dark, already I could feel the irrational panic rising. I was afraid of the dark, it was foolish, but it was real. It was a fear I had always harboured, an irrational fear. I swallowed, trying to stay calm, but the fear was not to be kept at bay. I could feel my body start to shake with every step even as I tried to stifle the tremors.

Llewellyn stopped and I yanked my hand out of his. He caught my wrists before I could pull the handkerchief off. I tried to pull away, "No! I can't see!" I let out in a panic-stricken voice. The panic had risen to bubbling point.

"Callie—"

I barely registered the concern in Llewellyn's voice before I kicked out at him. His grip slackened and jerking my wrists away, I fumbled with the handkerchief before pulling it off my eyes. The sudden glare of the light made my eyes squint, but the relief that washed over me was indescribable.

Llewellyn captured my face in his palms, forcing me to look at him, "Callie, what's wrong? Why are you afraid?" His voice was hard, forceful, yet something else...

I blinked at him, the fear was seeping away and I was able to reply with some level of composure, "I'm sorry, I don't like being captured in the dark."

Llewellyn's gaze remained hard, but his eyes were concerned and they searched my face. "No... you weren't always like this... What happened?"

"What do you mean?"

Llewellyn closed his eyes and shook his head, "Callie, that's the problem, I don't know." He opened his eyes, his blue eyes solemn with a trace of anger, "You weren't like this before."

My breath caught, "Before?"

Llewellyn dropped his hands, turning to walk away. "Come, we're almost there."

I stood for a moment, shocked in contemplation. My eyes dropped to Llewellyn's hands, they were balled into fists. In a state of confusion, I tried to make sense of the word; before?

I winced as pain suddenly laced through my head. My hand shot to my temple, a headache. Almost like a backlash, I lost my train of digging thoughts. Noticing Llewellyn a little way ahead, I began to follow him, rubbing my temple, hoping the throbbing would go away.

A while later, Llewellyn stopped, waiting for me to catch up to him. He stood, a grand depiction of masculine grace and held his hand out to me. I placed my hand in his tentatively. Llewellyn curled his fingers over my hand and pulled me closer.

He tilted my chin with his thumb and forefinger, "I am sorry if I was too harsh. My anger was unnecessary but we are here now and there is something I want to show you... will you close your eyes for me?"

A soft hesitation on my part and my eyes slithered shut. My headache was just about gone and I was very much curious. I felt rather than heard Llewellyn's soft chuckle before his lips touched mine, a soft kiss, fleeting in its passion.

He took my other hand, drawing me forward. Once again, my ears picked up the steady rush of water. I breathed deeply, almost as if I might be able to smell it. A few more steps forward and Llewellyn let go of me to stand behind me.

Anticipation knotted in my stomach and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. It felt like an eternity when Llewellyn finally spoke, "Open your eyes."

I inhaled deeply, feeling my eyelashes flutter. My eyes opened and I drank in the sight before me. A small gasp parted from my lips, it was a small clearing, framed by bushes; its beauty was profound. Light dazzled without abandon into the little clearing, sending sparkles into the air as it hit the rushing stream water. I stepped forward, turning around, savouring the lushness of the clearing, the twittering of the birds in the distance. It was perfect. I turned to Llewellyn with a smile, "This is beautiful."

Llewellyn returned my smile, "I'm glad you enjoy it."

His voice was warm like the sun and a blush crept up my cheeks. He strolled closer to the stream, "You have given me an even greater gift with your joy Callie," I heard his soft whisper before he picked up a pebble, casually flicking it into the stream before he turned back to me, "But tell me... do you really not remember anything of this place?"

My heart thudded in my chest, a sinking feeling welled in me. "Llewellyn... I already told you. I can't remember anything, I don't know what you're talking about. If you have no intention of telling me, don't bring this up again. You plant doubts in my mind... and these unwelcome thoughts are in my head. Please, I don't want it." I closed my eyes as I whispered, my mind churning in its turbulence. The truth... I very much wanted it, but not in his given circumstances, I could not afford to pay his price any longer than I had to.

The thunder of a pebble hitting the stream made me start. Llewellyn strode towards me and I could see that my words had stirred him.

"Is that so?" There was a coolness in his words. He tilted my chin, "Do you not want your freedom? Unless you remember, you are not leaving me." Llewellyn's lips quirked, almost in amusement, but I did not miss the dark edge in his voice as he leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Did you think to escape me?"

I tried to stop my quick intake of breath. It was a futile effort, he knew, somehow. I stepped back but Llewellyn stepped with me. "No..." I whispered, my word contradicting my action.

"You cannot deny me." Llewellyn replied, his voice hard.

I tried to turn my face away but Llewellyn kept my chin firmly upturned. Feeling my hopeless situation, there were no inhibitions when I replied, coolness radiating from my voice, "So? You have cornered me." I met his gaze evenly, almost challenging.

"Yes, I have cornered you." Llewellyn repeated my statement but there was no amusement in his voice, only a challenge to my own.

Defiance leapt in me and I glared at him, "I'm not afraid of you!"

This time the corners of his lips turned up and he chuckled darkly, "I do enjoy victory..."

In a single movement Llewellyn grabbed me, turning me so swiftly that before I had time to gasp I was more than halfway bent backwards, supported only by Llewellyn's strong arm around my waist. His thigh snagged between me possessively. My head tipped back, all Llewellyn had to do was let go and I would fall.

"Afraid, my love?" Llewellyn murmured.

I could feel the light caress of his breath on my skin... What a delectable sight I must have made, sprawled backwards on Llewellyn's arm with my head tipped, my hair tousled in loose abandon, an offering of no resistance.

"No... do it, I'm not afraid." I whispered, despite my calm acceptance, I could feel my heart hammering in my chest.

"Is that really an invitation?" His voice was silky as it whispered over me.

I stiffened, that was not what I had meant. Llewellyn brought me back up with quick ease and I stumbled slightly against his chest. A smile touched Llewellyn's lips as he steadied me, "Do not regret your words Callie."

A cold stone settled into the pit of my stomach, "You know that's not what — "

He cut me off deftly, "For now, there is one more thing."

Llewellyn guided me to the large rock that sat at the edge of the stream. It was quite big, big enough that I could probably climb and sit atop it leisurely. I arched a stiff eyebrow, "It's a rock."

Llewellyn bent down, pulling me down with him. "Perhaps, but I want you to see this."

Llewellyn brought my hand up to trace the faded scratches in the side of the rock. A closer look revealed that they weren't mere scratches. They were childish drawings of a girl and two boys. I brought my other hand up to trace the faded scratch drawing, cocking my head. A touch of recognition sparked within me, a shimmer of a thought, yet before I could catch it, it had fled. I closed my eyes, shaking my head as I tried desperately to draw the elusive threads together. Without warning, pain scalded my head and I gasped, my eyes thrown open, "Who are they?" I whispered fearfully, not sure if I really wanted to know the answer.

Llewellyn didn't turn his eyes away when he replied, "The two boys in this picture are me... and Alexandir. The girl who drew this, the girl who stands in the drawing, it's you." Llewellyn whispered.

Shock had me frozen in place, but only for a moment. "No..." I stood up, stumbling away. Llewellyn stood up slowly, almost as if he didn't want to frighten me. Yet suddenly afraid, I turned to flee. My skirts clutched in my hands, I ran back the way we came. Fear coursed through me, giving me strength. My thoughts ran incoherently, there was no way, this wasn't possible! It wasn't true! Images flashed before my eyes, through my head; a girl, two boys, the clearing. No! It couldn't be real.

I wasn't for the ready sharp burst of pain in my head and screaming, I fell to the ground, clutching my head. Before I could get up Llewellyn was kneeling beside me, "Callie!" He gripped my shoulders, but I tried to push him away. "No!" Before I could say anything else, more pain assaulted my head and I groaned.

"Callie!" Llewellyn gripped my shoulders, "Callie, look at me!"

"Don't, go away! I can't, it hurts!" I gasped. Images, colours, they were flashing before my eyes, each bringing on a wave of pain. I squeezed them shut but the colours still flashed and I could hear faraway voices drumming in my ear, the pain beating against my skull excruciating.

"Breath Callie, just breath." I barely registered the desperate concern laced through his voice.

It was at this point that I realised I was shaking. I drew some wracking breaths into my body. Soon the images and the blurring colours began to cease, along with it the pain in my head. Breathing a sigh of relief, I fell against Llewellyn's chest, feeling close to tears. It was not an experience I wanted to feel again, ever.

Llewellyn's arms came around me. "I'm sorry", he whispered. Slowly, everything seeped away, my senses returned to normal and the pain became a distant ache in my head. "Why?" I whispered.

"Because I told you... and you remembered, but it was not something you were ready for and you paid a harsh price, I'm sorry Callie. I should not have told you. I'm so sorry. I thought the clearing would immediately trigger your conscious memory," Llewellyn whispered, his voiced laced with sorrow.

"Is this why you refuse to tell me anything?"

"Yes." Llewellyn's voice was so soft, whispered into my hair, "Your past will reveal itself on its own accord. I should not have pushed things."

I buried my head in Llewellyn's chest, taking comfort in his warm embrace. It might have been easy to deny Llewellyn's claims before, but not anymore. Not after this. Not when haunting images of two boys and a very young girl were imprinted, branded... in my head. That girl, it was me, much younger, but the brown hair, brown eyes, facial features, it was undeniably me. But why? How? Questions hung in the air, lingering in my mind, yet I was afraid to seek them out.

I lifted my head to stare Llewellyn in the eye, "Who is Alexandir?" The name felt rusted, spoken out loud and an uneasy feeling gripped me, unshakable.

Llewellyn hesitated and I could feel the strain in his body. "Please... just tell me. Or would you willingly let this drive me insane?"

Llewellyn's hesitation seemed to draw on forever before he replied, his voice barely an audible whisper, "Alexandir was your brother..."

My chest exploded with pain and it was only sheer shock that held off the throbbing pain in my skull. I buried my head in Llewellyn's chest again, and this time tears spilled out of my eyes.

Llewellyn ran his hands along my back, soothing away my fears.

I couldn't remember my past, but there was one explicit and certain truth; it was tied with this man, this man who had flagrantly taken my virtue yet possessed more than the fine art of seduction...

~*~

It was much later when we began riding back to the manor. He had insisted I ride with him. I could feel his arm around my waist and soon I released my stiff posture and dropped my head against his chest. My thoughts began to blur and I didn't realise I had fallen asleep until I felt Llewellyn's gentle shakes, "Callie, we're back. Wake up."

"Oh..." I blinked, it was dusk. We had been gone for more than a few hours.

Llewellyn dismounted and helped me down. A pageboy ran up, bowing before leading the horses away. "It seems we've missed dinner." I murmured.

"Yes."

"I still have to meet Monsieur Moreau in the library."

We were walking towards the manor, "Go and get some rest Callie. I will make your excuses and have supper sent up for you."

For once I didn't feel like arguing with him. His idea sounded like a godsend. I nodded, "Thank you."

~*~

A little while later, I was lavishing in the hot bath prepared for me by the maids. The moment the door closed with a soft click, I tipped back my head and let out a long sigh. The fragrance of the scattered petals in the tub permeated the air. I sunk down, staring at the intricate ceiling and my thoughts escaped through the cracks, threading away until they arrived at the afternoon I had just spent. I closed my eyes. Alexandir... had he really been my brother? This time an image flashed though my head; a boy, barely a man. I took in his features, they were soft, a slight masculine edge to them. He had a strong jaw line, yet also slightly tapered, a broad chest, the physique of a leader. The thought made me smile a little. A confident laugh danced on his lips. I took in his brown hair and hazel eyes, soft, they were a mirror reflection of my own... A dull lash of pain whipped through my head and the image dissolved, back into the blackness of my mind. I sighed, at least the pain was becoming bearable.

So I had a brother... even with my lack of memory, the pain in my chest was answer enough... he was dead. Dead, but why? What was my past? Why was it so steeped in... darkness?

I drifted once again into the blackness so I did not hear the soft click of the door nor the soft footsteps that approached me. It wasn't until I was moaning that I came to and realised Llewellyn was pleasuring me most exquisitely, his hands running tantalising circles around my nipples and sex. I shot across the tub, blushing furiously as I tried to cover myself. I could feel the hardness of my nipples.

I stared up at Llewellyn with a glare, his sleeves were rolled up and he arched an eyebrow in amusement, "Still seeking to deny me?"

Llewellyn's voice was warm in its richness and I shivered, decidedly noting that the water was cooling off.

"I'm getting out," I replied, a little snappish.

Llewellyn tilted his head, acknowledging, but did not budge. I realised his intent, "What? You're not going to afford me even a moment of privacy?"

"No. I suggest you get out of the water now, it is running cold."

I stared at the towel at the other end of the washroom and bit my lip. "Please, won't you leave?"

I heard Llewellyn sigh before he strolled across the chamber and picked up the towel before returning. He sat on the edge of the tub and tilted my chin, "Leave... and deny myself the pleasure of gazing upon your beautiful frame? I think not."

"Come now, the water is cooling off and your supper is ready." Llewellyn held the towel out and hesitantly I stood up, allowing him to wrap it around me. I wasn't ready for him to grip me around the waist and sweep me out of the tub, "Hey!" Water splattered on the floor but Llewellyn paid no heed.

In that fashion, he proceeded to carry me into my adjoining chamber, ringing the bell on his way out, an indication that the bath was ready to be cleared. I sighed, a heavy and audible sigh, "You can put me down now. I do happen to know how to walk."

At that moment Llewellyn did drop me onto the bed and I bounced unceremoniously, the towel flapping open. I spied the mischievous smirk adorning his face, "You bastard!"

Llewellyn laughed and leaned down. I didn't have time to re-cover myself as he trapped me between his arms, bending down and inhaled, I bristled. "A rose with thorns..." he whispered, "That's what you are." A devious smile curled his lips and he swept back, dropping a nightgown into my lap.

I eyed it, "Your mother expects me in her chambers after supper."

"No, my mother is expecting you to rest, considering your exhausting day. She has made arrangements for tomorrow."

A sinking feeling welled in me, "Fine." I tugged the nightgown over me, a delicate shift made of silk that left my arms bare.

Llewellyn held his hand out to me and I took it. He guided me to the makeshift table in the center of the room, seating me down on the chair. "Dîner pour la dame," Llewellyn announced in fluid French with a gracious sweep of his arm and a charming wink.

I couldn't help the smile that tugged on my lips. With a small inclination of my head, I replied, "Merci beaucoup," humouring Llewellyn with my limited knowledge of French, learned just in the morning session with Monsieur Moreau. I was rewarded with the sudden surprise that passed over Llewellyn's features before he afforded me an arched eyebrow and a smile. "So, my lady has learned something of French today?"




Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 09



Llewellyn strolled to the other side of the table, sitting down gracefully. I laughed, "No, I picked it up. Monsieur Moreau tends to make many remarks in French. "

Llewellyn's lips quirked, "Yes, he does have tendency to do that doesn't he. Not bad, but you were always a fast learner."

I froze, my knife and fork caught in mid-air, before I brought the morsel of meat to my mouth, chewing with a thoughtful demeanour. It really shouldn't have been a surprise, but it nonetheless caught me off guard. Llewellyn didn't make much comment for the rest of the meal but I was very conscious of the fact that his eyes were upon me, drinking in every detail of my appearance and my movement. Strangely though, I did not shy away from the idea as I should have.

The meal finished, Llewellyn called in servants to do away with the table. Toiletries observed, he made no pretence of our more than intimate relationship. The last servant bowed out and Llewellyn picked up a book off the table by the window, a book Monsieur Moreau had given me.

"Interesting, Troilus and Criseyde...?" Llewellyn looked to me with a query in his eye. I shrugged. Llewellyn arched an eyebrow, "It is a challenging piece."

I glanced at Llewellyn shrewdly, "I enjoy challenges."

At this Llewellyn laughed and replaced the book before striding to me, "Yes, I have observed that," Llewellyn brushed a finger down my cheek, sweeping over my lips, "Shall we call a challenge then?"

My eyes lit up with suspicious curiosity, "What kind of challenge?"

"Llewellyn ran his fingers over the contours of my face to tilt my chin, a gesture he seemed very fond of, "Humour me to a game of chess each night. Should you win, you can make any demand of me, and I will acquiesce... as long as your demand does not call forth boundaries already in place. I will also, in good faith of the challenge, deny myself the pleasure of your sweet body if I lose."

My heart leapt in my chest, that was certainly a very inviting incentive to take his challenge. Not missing a beat, I followed up, "And should I lose?" I had a feeling I knew what he would demand if I lose, but I wanted to draw the rules up clearly.

This time a devious smile curled Llewellyn's lips, turning his features sinfully handsome. "Should you lose... I will take you to my bed, willing," Llewellyn bent down to whisper in my ear, "Do you accept?"

I shivered as Llewellyn's warm breath cascaded over my neck, but more from the heavy implications of his words.

"Yes, I accept."

~*~



Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 10



24/12/15

This is a slightly edited version of the Pre-arranged Love series that I posted back in 2010.

Several hours later, we were seated comfortably before the dying embers of the fire. I had insisted on numerous games, having never played before. Llewellyn's arched eyebrow made me wonder at the truth of my statement but he consented, explaining the rules carefully and patiently played game after game with me, pointing out tactics. I was surprised that he would give away his advantage like that, but after ten games of straight losing, I realised just what a formidable opponent Llewellyn was. Deterred not in the least, halfway through the fifteenth round, I insisted he not go easy on me.

"What makes you think I'm going easy on you?"

"Because," I eyed him with a glare, "You could've easily moved your bishop there with your last move, your castle is already in place, you could've placed your horse in position and checkmated me, but you didn't."

There was silence for a moment before Llewellyn chuckled, "Well observed Callie. I could take you down in less than ten moves, but where would the fun be in that? Also, you may call those pieces the Rook and Knight."

I glared at him, "Indeed, where would the fun be in that? I must pour all my efforts into a game I have lost before it is even started before you... you..." My voice trailed away, unable to finish and I turned my face away, beginning blush furiously.

Llewellyn tilted his head amused, "Before I what? Take you to my bed and hear you scream my name in pleasure?" Llewellyn laughed good-naturedly, "Is my little vixen breaking from the pressure of the challenge already?"

"No." I pursed my lips, feeling fire burn in my cheeks.

Llewellyn leaned forward on his elbows, "Good, because I would hate to end a challenge when it has barely begun."

Fire leapt in me and I glared at Llewellyn. "The challenge is not ended, I am only requesting that you refrain from going easy on me."

Llewellyn leaned back again, a mocking smile playing on his lips, "As my lady so wishes then."

He moved his pawn forward. A simple move, but my forehead furrowed in concentration. Biting my lower lip, I moved my queen across the board, in preparation to ambush his horse.

Four moves later Llewellyn had checked me and I was in checkmate on his eighth. I watched as an amused smile tugged the corners of his lips. The game had ended in less than five minutes.

Despite losing this round as I had known I would, I was not perturbed. My aim had been to observe Llewellyn's offence tactics and I was pleased, knowing that soon I would be able to anticipate him. Nonchalantly I supplied, "Next game, and do not go easy on me."

I suppressed a small yawn but a shiver ran through my spine and I blinked, suddenly realising that the fire had gone out and I was quite cold.

"No, I think we've played enough for tonight. You're tired and it's late." Llewellyn rebuffed firmly.

I bit my lower lip, suddenly unsure and perhaps a little afraid. I watched as Llewellyn stood and picked up a candle, "Shall we?" He held out his hand to me. Hesitantly, I took it, and he pulled me to my feet. His hand was warm and he pulled me closer, "You're cold." He rubbed my hand gently, "Come, lets go."

The moment we stepped through Llewellyn's chamber, he placed the candle in its bracket and picked me up. The door closed with a soft click. Despite my lingering fear, thoughts of my impending fate battered away my exhaustion. I felt Llewellyn move before he placed me on his bed, bending over to light the candle on the wall. A soft glow illuminated Llewellyn's features. Sitting on his bed, I stilled as Llewellyn bent down to kiss me. I felt his hands at my knees, grasping my shift as he slid his hands along the soft skin of my thighs. My breathing quickened as he continued up over my waist, drawing my shift with him. He drew it higher still and I raised my arms, allowing him to draw it over me.

By now, I could hear Llewellyn's heavy breathing. He paused and got off the bed. I watched as he stripped before climbing back. I stared up into his face, not able to see much. "Just relax," he whispered, spreading my thighs. I sucked in a sudden breath as I felt the first caress of Llewellyn's lips against the soft flesh of my inner thigh. He placed his palms against the inside of my knees as he worked his way up, nipping and trailing his tongue across my skin. I could feel the tingling start and the wetness start to pool. Llewellyn blew over my clit, brushing his lips across my lips fleetingly. I fought the urge to groan as his lips continued over my abdomen. Llewellyn feathered light kisses across my stomach and I giggled slightly, "That tickles!"

Llewellyn didn't reply, instead brought his mouth around a nipple and sucked, causing me to gasp. He nipped it lightly and I stifled a groan. He continued to tease in that fashion, returning to my clit, using his tongue to lash fiercely this time. A few moments later, my very audible moans were starting to fill the chamber, "Oh God... Llewellyn!" I gasped, feeling the coming of a climax, screaming, I spasmed, but Llewellyn's mouth only seemed to work more furiously. Several heartbeats later, the only sound that filled the chamber was my harsh breathing. Llewellyn's lips found mine and he kissed me deeply, coating my mouth in the taste of my own fluids. "You taste utterly delectable..." Llewellyn murmured against my mouth.

Llewellyn rolled over, effectively placing me on top of him. His hands grasped my thighs and held me against his stiff member. "Ride me Callie."

I stared at him wide eyed but biting my lip, I guided him to my entrance, hesitating before I started sinking down on him. Llewellyn groaned and I felt him twitch inside me. Sinking to the hilt, I paused a moment to adjust to the feel of him. "Callie..." Llewellyn groaned. I felt Llewellyn's hands slip around my hips, urging me to ride him, but decidedly curious, I leaned forward and darted my tongue out to tentatively flick against his nipple. This time Llewellyn sucked in a breath.

I nipped lightly, following his lead and finished playing with his right nipple, I moved on to his left, absently running my nose through his soft chest hair, feeling him twitch every now and then inside me. Llewellyn's breathing had grown heavier, "Callie!" His voice was almost sharp, tinged with a husky need I did not quite recognise.

I murmured absently as I flicked his left nipple with my tongue. Without warning Llewellyn grasped me firmly and had rolled over so that I was beneath him. A soft groan escaped through his teeth, "Enough Callie, I need you now." His voice was hoarse with huskiness and without further warning, he began to thrust. I gasped, but Llewellyn didn't cease his rhythm and my hips arched to meet him, a desire so forbiddingly passionate. He raised himself higher, eliciting a moan of pure pleasure from me. I scraped my fingernails across his back, digging into his shoulders as his fingers found my clit, pushing me closer to the edge until I was hovering, dangling precariously, "Oh God! I'm going to—" My sentence was cut off as I screamed. Llewellyn's mouth slanted over mine; swallowing my cries of ecstasy and moments later he stiffened against me and groaned.

"Callie..." Llewellyn swept his lips across my cheek, toyed against my lips and sought entry into my mouth again. Again, I denied him nothing, my legs still curled around him, still joined in the most intimate way. "Mm," Llewellyn murmured, satisfied in more ways than one. "You're mine." The words were whispered breathlessly as Llewellyn's mouth left mine but only to trail across the white column of my neck. "Do you remember our afternoon?" Llewellyn never ceased feathering his chaste kisses upon my neck. I felt lightheaded already.

"No..." The chamber was heavy with the scent of our lovemaking.

"Remember your invitation?" Llewellyn continued to murmur as he bent his head to work his way down my breast.

"Oh."

A small chuckle greeted my ears, "Regrets?"

"N-no."

"Sure?"

This time I thought I detected a trace of mischief in his voice and I could almost hear the smile in his voice.

"Seeing as you've taken all there is to take, I don't see what else you can be after." I tried for nonchalance.

This time Llewellyn stopped his ministrations, and brought his head up to face me, "Oh? Now really, nothing else I am after?"

It was too dim to make out any clear features, but his eyes twinkled with mischief. In a single fluid motion, Llewellyn slid out of me and turned me around. I gasped, but he didn't stop there. His hands gripped my hips, pulling them up; I barely caught my balance with my arms before I felt him against my derriere. I froze.

"No." My voice was stiff and I tried not to panic.

"No?" Llewellyn's voice was light, laced with humour.

I tried to pull away from him, but his grasp was unyieldingly firm, "Oh no, you don't escape me that easily." Llewellyn seduced.

"No, please, not there." My voice was beginning to rise.

I almost jumped when I felt his lips on my back, near the crack of my buttocks, "Then where." His voice was soft, whispering over my skin.

"Anywhere but there. Please." My voice cracked as I felt my throat constrict.

Llewellyn paused before he ran his hand along the curve of my hip. He sighed, "Relax Callie. I won't take you there tonight." He planted a small kiss on the small of my back before easing away from my derriere. My relief was palpable.

"Thank you."

Llewellyn slipped beside me, "Anywhere but there... hm... here then." Llewellyn traced my lips with his fingers.

I looked at him confused, "Here?"

"Yes."

Llewellyn slid on the bed, and pulled me down onto his lower body. "Your mouth Callie."

I stared at him stupidly, comprehension finally dawning. "I don't know how."

Llewellyn's look of amusement was not amusing in the least. "You will." He guided my head firmly over his cock, "Use your mouth and your tongue."

I could already smell Llewellyn's salty, enticingly tangy scent, but that did not steer away my hesitation. Tentatively, I ran my tongue around his protruding tip and encouraged by his soft groan, I ran my tongue down and up and around his entire length before I took him into my mouth, sucking gently with my lips. He groaned and gripped my hair without exerting any force.

He tasted salty, yet not unpleasantly so. Bobbing down on him I discovered there was no way I could take the whole length down. "Relax your jaw Callie, just swallow."

I did as he said and he began to inch into my throat. I choked and came back up. "No, I can't do it."

Llewellyn released my head to tip my chin. I barely made out his eyes in the dimness of the chamber, "Unwilling already?" There was a slight mockery to his voice, more taunt than amused.

Fired by his remark, I placed my hand over his, brushing over it with my lips as I met his gaze with hardness, "Of course not, my lord." My breath caressed down his hand. Bending down, I allowed my nipples to brush against his leg tantalisingly before I returned to his stiff member. I ran a gently scraping fingernail across his length. Surprised and satisfied by his groan, I brought my lips over his head again, flicking my tongue against the tip. Llewellyn's groan could not have been more evident. I continued for a few more moments before beginning to ease him into my mouth.

Llewellyn gripped me again, "Callie." He groaned through restrained lips. I squeezed him with my lips and heard Llewellyn draw out a ragged breath. Surprised by this, I continued. Llewellyn hit the back of my mouth. I swallowed, relaxing to let him ease into my throat. Almost immediately, I could feel myself about to choke. I eased up before sinking down on him again. Placing my hands against his thighs, I continued in this manner and Llewellyn inched down my throat. The chamber filled with Llewellyn's harsh breathing, I could feel him throbbing in my mouth, my eyes flicked up to lock with Llewellyn's gaze. "Callie!" His voice was deep, urgent and husky. With no more warning, Llewellyn stiffened and shot over the edge. The chamber filled with his cries. Instinctually I froze before I swallowed, feeling his juices slide the rest of the way down my throat.

Llewellyn slid easily out of my mouth and a final flick against his head elicited a sigh. His hand's urged me up and complying, I straddled him, allowing him to pull me in for a kiss. "Satisfied?" I whispered as Llewellyn released me.

Llewellyn chuckled as he ran his hand through my hair, "Never."

I stared at him incredulously, "No?"

"No." Llewellyn affirmed. He pulled me down again to deliver a sweet kiss, "I am determined to have more of you tomorrow."

I gasped and Llewellyn chuckled before he rolled over and kissed me on the cheek. His tone changed from that of light amusement to something softer and deeper, "Thank you. I am satisfied." Llewellyn pulled me against his chest, entwining his legs with mine, "Sleep with me..." Llewellyn murmured.

At his words, guilt trickled through me, in the heat of the moment I had given more than I had intended. The thought plagued me as my eyelashes began to grow heavy even as I fought to stay awake. It wasn't long before I drifted away, warmth stealing away my thoughts with dreams.

~*~

I woke slowly, still half asleep. Opening my eyes, I blinked, stunned for a moment before the nights events came trickling back. Gasping I shot up, Llewellyn's arm fell away. For a moment I was seized by a wild panic to run out of the chamber, my heart thumped in my chest, but the small silence of the chamber soon lured the peace back. Breathing deeply, I looked to Llewellyn, the sheet had slid down his body and I could see the agreeable features of half his face, the soft arch of his neck and sinewy grace of his muscles. Tentatively, I reached out to rub away the strand of brown hair that had flopped over his eye. My breath caught, he might have been a devil at times, but he was an angel in his sleep. A wry smile curved my lips, the beauty of innocence.

"Enjoying the view?" A sonorously deep voice broke the silence.

I almost jumped out of my skin. My eyes shot up to meet him with an almost guilty start and I pulled the sheet up to my chin, "Sorry."

Llewellyn's eyebrow shot up amused and he propped himself up on an elbow, "I want a proper greeting."

Taken aback, my eyes widened, "I—"

"Let's start with a good morning," Llewellyn reached out and tugged the sheet away from my body, "And then proceed to a kiss," Llewellyn sat up to cup my face and kissed me. "It's not dawn yet, sleep with me a while longer..."

Llewellyn tugged me back down on the bed, but I pulled away from him. No, I couldn't stay in his bed any longer. "I'm not tired Llewellyn. Let me get up."

Before he could speak I slipped off the bed and picking the silk nightshift up, I pulled it over me. Turning to face the bed, I bobbed a curtsey without looking at him and left the chamber. I could still remember the scorching heat of his touch, and really, I didn't need to tolerate that distraction any longer. My face heated and blood rushed through my body, distraction, really?

I shook my head vigorously, barely three days here and already my almost non-existent escape plan was being thwarted. I really had to focus. With a real effort, I shoved Llewellyn and his scorching touches to the back of my mind. Escape.

~*~

The days passed amiably, giving way into weeks. I was assigned a maid, Annabel. Beautiful garments had arrived for me and Annabel spent painstaking time dressing me properly. The Countess never failed to ask over me at the breakfast table. Despite my wariness, Llewellyn found his ways through the cracks in my walls. I admitted I found conversation with him enlightening and enjoyable and the nights filled to the brim with raw and sweet desires moulded by fiery passions. Regardless, I hid a blush at that thought. Llewellyn had taken me on plenty of rides and had allowed me the exhilaration of experiencing the hunt.

I had completely familiarised myself with Llewellyn's manor and surrounding lands, but upon asking for him to take me to town, he had refused with a certain air of wariness. Faced with my only option of winning Llewellyn's challenge, I had requested help from Monsieur Moreau who had explained tactics even more thoroughly than Llewellyn as we played. I still had yet to beat Llewellyn at his game of chess, but I knew I was growing close. I thoroughly enjoyed Monsieur Moreau's tutelage and his company in itself, so entirely different from Llewellyn. Many of our hours had been spent devoted to topics of little consequence, yet Monsieur Moreau always seemed to be able to see things in a brilliant spectrum of colours. My past decided to throw no more headaches at me and I was content to leave it alone for the time being. Isabella never failed to throw me looks of complete and utter hatred when she passed, but not once did she confront me again, which left me to wonder... just what did Llewellyn say to her?

The countess brought me out of my thoughts with a light touch; we were still strolling in the gardens, "Come child, tell me, how do you find Llewellyn? Now be honest."

I hesitated, "I enjoy his company... but I still find him arrogant and demanding."

"Yes... he can be that. Please forgive him. His father passed too early and Llewellyn has been attempting to walk in his shoes since."

I looked at the Countess in surprise, it was not a remark I was expecting, but a smile tugged her lips and her eyes twinkled a lighter shade of blue, the small lines around her eyes adding to her refining charm. Our talks extended long into the afternoon with the Countess never tiring of trying to teach me embroidery. I could not say I enjoyed the prick of the needle very much. "Not like that Callie." Again and again, the Countess chided me and when she was finally through with me, I could not have been more relieved.

After supper, we retired to the drawing room where the Countess continued her talk from earlier. From the way she spoke of her late husband Richard, I could tell she was still heartbroken over his death.

"Richard spent almost all his time searching for something lost to us. He never gave up, that fool." The Countess spoke with fondness, but I could detect the sadness in her words.

"What was he looking for?"

"The daughter of his best friend; Sethamir Stafford."

Warning bells went off in my head, and I felt a tingle shiver down my spine.

"Why?"

This time the Countess smiled wanly at me, but to me it seemed a cautious smile, as if she just realised she had stepped out of bound, "That's a story for another time. It is late now."

Understanding the dismissal, I nodded reluctantly and stood. "Goodnight my lady."

With a small curtsey, I left the room, my maid hot on my heels.

I had completely forgotten my agreement with Llewellyn, so engrossed in my thoughts as Annabel helped me out of my gown. A soft knock brought me out of my reverie. Annabel opened the door to reveal Llewellyn. Like me, she stood there stunned for a moment before bobbing a curtsey.

Llewellyn smiled wryly as he stepped into the room, arching an eyebrow at me.

"What?"

At this Llewellyn turned to Annabel, "You may go now."

My maid shot me a glance of surprise before she curtsied again and left, allowing the door to click shut after her. Annoyed, and feeling slightly on edge, I walked to the dressing table and picked up the comb, running it through my hair with my back turned to Llewellyn.

Soft footsteps sounded behind me before Llewellyn's arms crept around my waist and he pulled me against his chest. "I've missed you today."

The comb stumbled through my hair for a moment, he missed me? "Well that's unfortunate then, my lord." I winced internally, I could not have delivered a worse line.




Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 10



Llewellyn chuckled, "Are you forgetting something Callie?"

I frowned for a moment before it hit me, the chess challenge! I pulled the frown off my face before turning around to look at him, "Of course not. We'll play after I'm done here."

"Hm, in that case, I think you're done here then."

The mischievous twinkle in his eye was the only warning I got before Llewellyn swept me off my feet, the comb fell out of my hand. My eyes widened, "Put me down."

"Not until we get to my chamber. I am counting on you to lose." He replied with good humour.

"Put me down now!" I squirmed as I tried to wriggle out of his arms, but I was beginning to find out that if Llewellyn had no wish to let me go, I wasn't going anywhere. I gave up, "Please," I could feel my face start to flush. "Everyone will see us."

"Let them see. You will be their lady in name one day."

I froze. Marriage? Was he really considering marriage? I had met him barely two months and he was planning on marrying me? He didn't even know me. Just as that thought crossed my mind, I knew I was lying, Llewellyn did know me, from a past I could not remember. I shivered.

"Callie?"

Brought out of my thoughts, I looked up with a start, "What?"

"A penny for your thoughts?"

"No." I crossed my arms, feeling childish, but Llewellyn's very act of carrying me was childish.

Warm laughter spilled around me, "Are we throwing a tantrum now?"

"No!" Outraged, I glared at him and tried to break away from his hold, to say we ended up worse off from where we started was an understatement. I threw Llewellyn off balance and we ended up on the floor with me on top of him. I looked at him horrified and tried to push myself off him but he caught hold of my wrist.

"Kiss me."

"God Llewellyn, not here." I rolled my eyes and tried to get off again but Llewellyn yanked my wrist and I fell down against him. "Yes, here and now."

Without further warning, Llewellyn cupped a hand behind the nape of my neck and brought my face down to deliver a tongue wrenching kiss. He let me pull away after a long moment. "Satisfied?" I hissed.

Llewellyn grinned, "Not quite."

The rest of the way to his chambers passed with no other event and Llewellyn had offered me his arm properly. His chamber was already warmly lit and the chessboard set.

"Shall we?" Llewellyn gestured to the table placed before the fireplace. I nodded.

We sat down, "There is something I want to ask you."

Llewellyn looked at me, curious, "Ask."

"But you might not give me a... proper answer."

I watched as Llewellyn tried for sternness, "Is my lady trying to bait me?"

I arched an eyebrow wickedly, "Merely curious."

Llewellyn laughed, his voice warm and rich, sending a shiver through me, not one of fear, it was far too sensual for that. My fingers clenched. Llewellyn replied, "Very well, I will answer your question with as much honesty as I am able."

I took a deep breath, "What can you tell me about Sethamir Stafford?"

In an instant, Llewellyn's whole demeanour changed, his eyes narrowed and he stiffened. "What do you know about him Callie?"

I kept my face straight, "I thought I was the one asking that question."

"Answer the question."

This time I glared, his tone bordered on threatening. "Well that's a silly question. Obviously nothing, why else would I be asking?"

The stiffness in Llewellyn's appearance did not go away, but his tone softened and he sighed, "What did my mother tell you about him?"

"Nothing. Apart from that he was your father's best friend." I decided not to mention the search part.

"I see." Llewellyn's lips were pressed tightly together and there were hard lines along his forehead.

"Well?" I asked impatiently.

This time Llewellyn's features softened and he leaned forward, "Well, Sethamir Stafford was the Duke of Staffordshire. His family held the estate since its first creation after the Norman Conquest. My father and his Grace became fast friends during the war."

Llewellyn ran a hand through his hair and let out a long sigh, "Callie, I apologise, I cannot tell you anymore than that."

I looked at Llewellyn frustrated, "Even your mother told me more than that."

Llewellyn looked up sharply, "What else did my mother tell you?"

I hesitated as I looked at Llewellyn, "That your father was searching for Sethamir Stafford's daughter."

Again, that shiver ran down my spine.

"Yes, my father was searching for her. For her and for answers."

"What answers?"

Llewellyn stared at me very deliberately, "The very ones that your memory precludes."

~*~ 



Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 11



24/12/15

This is a slightly edited version of the Pre-arranged Love series that I posted back in 2010.

Time seemed to stand still before the realness of the situation slammed back into me and I realised I was still sitting in Llewellyn's chamber, "What?"

Caution threw itself out the window when Llewellyn spoke his next words, "Sethamir was your father."

My heart skipped a beat. "No...."

Llewellyn's gaze said everything.

"That's impossible, you're lying. My father is Lathan."

Llewellyn shook his head and ran another hand through his hair, "Lathan is not your father. You are not a peasant Callie."

I stared at Llewellyn, feeling the volume of his words bear down on me. I could feel the beginning of a headache, a sign of bad things I wasn't sure I wanted to remember. Llewellyn continued, "Our fathers sworn friendship lead to the promised betrothal of their first male and female child, it did not matter who. Alexandir was the first male child. I too was the first male child. You were the first female child. We were betrothed."

My knuckles had turned white as I clenched the side of the table, but Llewellyn didn't seem to notice, "However, that is not the imminent issue at stake. Ten years ago, Sethamir and Evelyn were found dead, your brother... died shortly afterwards without having breathed a word about what had occurred. You were found unconscious at the bottom of the staircase with your memory gone and not a week later you disappeared. My father barely had time to blink. No one knows the truth. Rumours flew hotter than fire and everyone was rocked by shock and fear. How could they not? Your family was one of the most powerful, wealthy and influential families of Scotland, furthered by their blood relation to the royal family and the King. But it is there, the inescapable truth, someone wanted to murder your entire family. My father searched for the assassin, but he found nothing. He searched for you, refusing to believe that you too were dead. You had after all, lost your memory. Still, we do not know what had happened that night. And still, you have no real memory. Curious as it is that you have a peasantry family, the question is; who put you there?"

Llewellyn's blue eyes seemed to bore into me; I jerked my head away, my body shaking. "My father died an unrequited man. Some things have no explanations, but this is not one of them. I do not want my father to have died in vain Callie. I do not want your family's murder to be put aside with the assassin still out there. And if I cannot find answers, my father would have died in vain. All may be well... but that you sit here before me," Llewellyn shook his head slowly, "Whatever happened ten years ago, the truth will surface, and no amount of pretence will be able to hide these secrets of our past. True, it was co-incidence that I found you in that prostitute market and I shudder to think what would happen if I did not. Whatever the case, you are meant to be here Callie, you will uncover your memory, and you are still my betrothed."

"Enough!" My head shot up to stare at Llewellyn. "Please... enough." I whispered. The throbbing in my head was barely bearable and I was shaking, fear coursing through me.

I stood, almost tipping the chair over, "Excuse me," I whispered before I made a dash for the door. Before I could open it, Llewellyn had caught up to me and pulled me away.

"No!" I whirled around, fear fuelling my strength, "Don't!"

"Callie—"

"Llewellyn," I squeezed my eyes shut, as though that might help lessen the throbbing in my skull, "You have given me a lot to turn over. I'd appreciate some peace. Please."

I turned the door handle, but Llewellyn stopped me and pulled me into him, his palms cupping my face firmly, "I am sorry I frightened you. That was not my intent. So many years spent searching with lack of any answer has worn my patience very thin. Forgive me. I did not mean to tell you so early. I thought I would help you regain your memory." Llewellyn's eyes were soft with regret. I shook slightly.

"I'm tired Llewellyn, let me go."

Llewellyn held my gaze searchingly, "I will take you back to your chamber then."

I turned away, "Thank you."

Llewellyn left me at my chamber and just simply, I flopped myself down on the bed, feeling my head explode. I groaned into the pillow, trying to bury the rage in my head. It was true, all of it was true. My headache was proof enough. I was not Callie Pennant, I was Callie Stafford. I clenched the bed sheet, why would the throbbing not go away?

The bed suddenly dipped, "Callie..."

I gasped, my head shot up and my eyes landed on Llewellyn sitting on the edge of the bed. "What are you doing?"

"I wanted to be sure you were all right." Llewellyn leaned forward to tilt my chin, caressing my cheek with his thumb. I could see the worry so clearly etched in his face and eyes. I blinked, touched by his affection and concern.

"I'm fine."

Llewellyn gazed at me. I met his eyes for a moment before looking away, his gaze was too penetrating.

Llewellyn caught my chin again, turning my face back to him, "Are you really? I don't believe you."

I was silent for a moment as I looked into Llewellyn's face. "You don't have to, just leave me alone."

"No."

I glared. "Go away."

I slid to the other side of the bed and got off. Llewellyn did nothing to restrain me. Turning to him, I caught a faint trace of his typical amusement.

"How is your head Callie?"

The throbbing had lessened, but it was still beating incessantly against my skull, it had been easy to ignore, but Llewellyn's reminder brought it back in full force. I lied, "It's fine."

Llewellyn arched an eyebrow. I eyed him warily as he stood and turned to slowly advance on me.

"What do you want?"

"Why do you escape?" Llewellyn returned my question with a soft rebuff.

"I want you to leave me alone."

"You are my betrothed."

My breath stuttered for a moment and the words just died on my lips. I stood frozen as Llewellyn breached the distance between us. His arms encircled me and pulled me into a warm embrace.

"Let me stay," Llewellyn murmured softly.

Swallowing, I could feel my muscles tense despite the soothing warmth Llewellyn's body was radiating to me. I breathed deeply, allowing the air to clear my head, "I'm sorry." I whispered.

I didn't try to pull away from Llewellyn, knowing it was really his choice in the matter, but after a moment, Llewellyn released me. The disappearance of his warmth sent both relief and disappointment washing through me. I conceded it was just the warmth I missed and stepped away from him.

I didn't want to see Llewellyn's expression, but he stood there silently appraising me before he sighed. I flinched as he reached an arm towards me but it was only to press a kiss to my forehead, "Get some sleep Callie. We'll talk tomorrow."

With a tight smile Llewellyn turned and swept out of my chamber without a backward glance. I stood stiffly in my position, my eyes lingering on the space Llewellyn had vacated. Closing my eyes, I turned away and began to remove the rest of my garments. I did not want to talk with him. I could not deny my intrigue to the past which Llewellyn had so often alluded to, but after today, I wanted nothing more to do with it -- and that more than included Llewellyn himself.

Blowing most of the candles out, I crawled under the sheets. For the first time I noticed the stark contrast between my straw peasantry bed and the luxurious linen bed I was currently in. I shifted uneasily at that thought. An hour later I was still awake, my mind in constant turmoil over what Llewellyn had told me. I turned over again.

"Callie Pennant..." I whispered. I buried my face my pillow, annoyed and angry and unable to fall asleep.

Oh, to hell with this.

With a melodramatic sweep of my arm, I flung my sheet aside and swept myself off the bed. If sleep would not find me then I'd be damned if I stayed in bed any longer.

I lit a candle and padded to the door. Hesitating only briefly, I opened it and slipped out. Almost in an instant panic gripped me, I clutched the door handle, it was so dark. Swallowing back my fear, I stepped down the corridor. Reaching the staircase, I could feel my pulse hammering and my heart pound, my fear only seemed to rise. The darkness was frightening... I closed my eyes, feeling a dark sense of déjà vu... another time, another place... shadows dashed and fled into the depths of my mind. My eyes flew open and my breathing grew ragged, but I stood frozen for what seemed like ages before the feelings abated somewhat. No headache exploded. I breathed deeply.

Determination was the only thing carrying my will as I made my way down the staircase. Having reached the bottom, I paused. My fear was not as impassable as it was moments ago but I shivered anyways, unwilling to dwell on such thought anymore.

As I made my way down to the library, a small smiled touched my lips, it was still the one place I would indefinitely be drawn to. The door was slightly ajar and I was about to push it open when soft voices drifted from within, I froze.

"—King's entourage is due to be welcomed in a month. It's too close."

My eyes widened, I recognised the soft and slightly distressed voice to be Llewellyn's.

There was silence for a moment. I leaned forward, straining to hear more, "It will happen one way or another."

I frowned, Monsieur Moreau?

I heard Llewellyn sigh, his voice tight, "She's not ready. They will destroy her innocence. It's a game she is not ready to play. She's recovering her memory, but there is still so much she does not know. Her reappearance will cause wildfire and she will be the center of gossip, not only at Court. Her relation to the King will only fuel that fire, there are far too many who will seek to influence her, far too many who seek only to gain. I fear for what our volatile society will do to her."

"Perhaps, but is that fire enough to draw out the murderer? One thing is for sure Llewellyn... the past will not stay buried for long with her reappearance."

Llewellyn's voice rose sharply, "I will not expose her like that."

"I'm aware of that, it was a theoretical suggestion. What has the Outlaws Prince to say on this matter?"

"I have not told him of this yet."

"He will know sooner or later."

Another distressed sigh from Llewellyn, "And he won't like it."

"Understandably." There was a pause, "You have come to genuinely care for her." A statement.

I stepped away from the door, having no wish to hear anymore, but Llewellyn's words carried out to me softly without a regard, and I stood, caught in the web of his words, "She is more than just my betrothed," Llewellyn paused, "If you have seen the extent of trauma in her, you would feel as I do. She is a delicately fragile thing. The subtle hints are there, whatever carnage she witnessed all those years ago, it has changed her. I wonder if I have made the right decision. She is truly afraid of her past."

"Many of us are afraid to whatever extent, conscious or not, of the dark and sinister unknown," Monsieur Moreau paused, "But I understand where you are coming from. She had always been a young wilful girl, granted, Alex taught her many things a lady should not know..."

Turning, I fled back the way I came. I could hear my heart pounding in my ear as I slipped into my chamber. "Oh God..." I whispered as I sunk down against the door. I clutched my arms, trying to stifle the tremors that were running through me. The only sound to be heard in the chamber was my jagged breathing. I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the door. "God help me..." I whispered.

~*~

I woke up in the morning and it took me a moment to realise I was in bed when I had clearly fallen asleep by the door. Frowning, I looked around and found Llewellyn standing in my chamber, his gaze drawn into the distance out the window. My eyes widened, Llewellyn turned to me, silent for a moment, "Good morning."

I swallowed and sat up, "Good morning."

Llewellyn's gaze held none of his usual humour, "Would you care to explain to me, why is it that I came in and found you on the floor and this beside you?" Llewellyn held up the candlestick. I turned to the door, seeing the remnants of wax on the floor. I cringed.

"Well?"

I turned back to Llewellyn, meeting his gaze evenly; there was no point in lying. "I don't have an explanation."

Llewellyn's eyes closed and I wondered briefly what he was thinking. He opened them, "What were you doing last night Callie?"

"I don't know how I ended up on the floor."

Llewellyn sighed and strolled over to me, I barely allowed myself to hope that by some miracle Llewellyn would accept my explanation. My heart thudded as he tilted my face and leaned down to brush his lips across mine. "Don't make me seduce the truth from your lips..."

Sensation flooded my body. In an instant I flushed, my loins tingled as Llewellyn reminded me of the pleasure he had brought me. Shock jolted me and I jerked my head away, "Don't force me..." I whispered.

"Would you deny the pleasures I give you?" Llewellyn murmured, feathering kisses along my jaw. I was intensely aware that his other hand had drawn away the cover of my bed sheet. I gasped as Llewellyn proceeded to straddle my hips.

"What are you doing?" My eyes widened as Llewellyn grasped my wrists, using his weight as leverage and my head landed on the pillow with a muffled thump. The breath stuttered from my lungs.

Llewellyn leaned over me, his blue eyes smouldering intensely with intent. "Tell me now, what were you doing last night?"

I stared at Llewellyn, "You're serious. You're going to rape me again."

Llewellyn's eyes became hard, "No. I merely want the truth. What were you doing last night."

"I told you --"

"And I told you I want the truth."

I glared at Llewellyn, "That is the truth."

"Enough Callie, this is your last chance, what were you doing last night?"

I could tell Llewellyn was not amused, he was far too serious. "Last chance before you rape me?" My voice was just as hard, accusing.

Llewellyn's gaze did not waver but his voice came out clearly frustrated, "What must I do for you to tell me the truth?"

"Get off."

Llewellyn remained a moment before he let go of my wrists and swung his leg over my body, moving to sit at the edge of the bed. I watched as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Tell me."

I sat up gingerly, still prepared to lie, "I couldn't sleep."

"So you decided to go wandering." Llewellyn supplied my pause, his face still devoid of emotion.

"Yes," I bit out reluctantly.

His next words were sharp, but I detected fear, "Where did you go?"

My lapse was all it took, Llewellyn took in my expression and his own expression froze.

Adrenaline coursed through me, without further thought, I leapt off the bed running for the door, fear spiking my blood. But Llewellyn was fast, I had momentarily forgotten that. I barely made a few feet before Llewellyn grabbed my wrist. I fought down the urge to struggle as he pulled me into his chest. My every instinct was urging me to run, to flee. I trembled slightly from the exertion of such panic.

"Don't run from me," his voice was deep.

I trembled, "You frighten me. Is that not a sane reason to run?"

"No," Llewellyn whispered softly, "You're not frightened of me, you're frightened of the past, of which I am inexorably connected."

I stiffened, "No, you're wrong."

"Yes. That's the truth, you can't lie to me."

Anger rose in me, "You don't know anything. Let me go!"

I struggled against him but his grip was firm, "I want to talk."

"Let me go and we'll talk."

Llewellyn released me and in a state of uncontrollable anger for the power Llewellyn was wielding over me, I whirled around but scantly a second before my palm connected with his cheek, his own arm came up lightning fast and caught my wrist in an iron clad grip. My eyes widened as Llewellyn met my gaze briefly. I caught the blazing emotions swirling in the depths of his stormy eyes before he turned his head to brush a soft kiss against my palm. The very palm I had wanted to slap him with. Shocked I pulled away, reeling back. I looked up into his gaze, frozen, but he only turned away to walk to the windows. Guilt stabbed at me.

"How much did you hear?"

I stood frozen unable to answer and Llewellyn repeated his question with the coolness and undercurrent fear of a breeze preceding calamity. "How much did you hear."

For the first time I found myself wanting to read the expression on his face. The silence stretched on for a moment longer, "You spoke of the King's entourage to be due in a month... I left after Monsieur Moreau said Alex taught me things a lady should not know."

Llewellyn seemed to relax almost, but he kept his back turned. "You were not meant to hear."

I could not say I would have agreed more with him, having heard what I heard, I was quite sure I would have rather heard nothing.

Llewellyn turned slightly to cast me a sidelong look. "Callie, do you remember what I told you last night."

"...Yes."

"We leave for Staffordshire tomorrow."

My eyes widened, "No!"

Llewellyn's gaze did not falter, "Yes, you know the King's entourage is due in a month. Time is of the essence. You must regain your memory. I have left things for far too long, I should have taken you when you first arrived."

I shook my head, "I don't want to remember."

Llewellyn walked back to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, "You don't have to be afraid. No one will hurt you. You're safe."

At his words, a strange emotion bubbled to the surface and I almost felt close to tears. "This isn't about whether I'm afraid or safe, this is about whether I want to go or not!" I almost hissed.

Llewellyn held my chin, "You must Callie, it's the only way."

Fear shot through me as I stared into Llewellyn's blue eyes. "Is this the decision you have made? You wondered if it is the right one, it isn't!"

I turned in around in Llewellyn's arms but he held me firmly against his chest. "Didn't I tell you not to be afraid?" He murmured near my ear.

"I'm not."

"Every hunter knows the scent of fear Callie..."

Llewellyn bent his head and my neck arched almost involuntarily as his lips ran from my neck up my jaw. Trying not to appear affected, I tried to pull away from him, but Llewellyn was unyielding.

"Let. Me. Go."

"Not this time, not when you're afraid."

Llewellyn continued to kiss and nip lightly against me, distracting my thoughts from the matter at hand. I shook my head, trying to clear the daze of desires Llewellyn was eliciting.

"Allow me to give you something else to think about..." Llewellyn grasped my chemise with one hand and began sliding his other beneath it. All logical thinking escaped me and I gasped. Llewellyn brought his arm around me waist, pulling me tight against him. I stumbled into his solid strength as his fingers found their way between my legs, a soft moan escaped my lips as his fingers found the wetness that had pooled there, sliding an easy finger into me. I gasped. "Stop!" My legs clamped shut, trapping him within the delicate folds of my sex. I breathed, "Stop. Don't use my body against me. I don't want this."

Llewellyn pulled his hand from my thighs, "You don't trust me." Llewellyn released me. I closed my eyes at the disappearance of his body and turned around, "Does it really matter?"

"Yes. It matters." A strange emotion crossed Llewellyn's features, one I didn't think I had ever seen before. Llewellyn reached forward, I didn't flinch as he brushed the finger with my fluid across my lips, tilting my chin to kiss me, yet it wasn't quite a kiss. Llewellyn merely swept his tongue across my lips, "You will always be mine..."




Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 11



His words swept an unbidden sadness through me, descended like a cloak with all the memories of sorrow and longing. A single tear slid down my face. Realisation. That's what it was.

~*~ 



Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 12



24/12/15

This is a slightly edited version of the Pre-arranged Love series that I posted back in 2010.

I stood silently as I gazed out the window. My trunk rested by the bed. Annabel had prepared and packed everything last night, it was only going to be a short trip, four days of travel, yet a massive trunk seemed to be needed. One of the servants was going to come up and collect it, anytime now, but perhaps, given my dour mood, they had decided to leave me alone a little longer. Well good, I didn't want to talk to anyone. I had spent a good deal of yesterday in a dour mood over today's little trip. It didn't take long for Llewellyn's household to give me some space. Llewellyn himself seemed to be caught permanently in a frown and an expression of amusement. The only person whose company I welcomed was Monsieur Moreau.

There was soft knock on my door before whoever it was let themselves in. I turned around, ah, no one but the lord himself.

"Ready?" Llewellyn made towards me, he had donned a sword.

"Which part of "I don't want to go" eludes your understanding?" I crossed my arms over my chest, infuriated by his lack of strong emotion. At least that might have offered me some satisfaction.

I didn't step back as Llewellyn invaded my space and uncrossed my arms. He swept a chaste kiss over my hand. "I hear you loud and clear I assure you. But let me ask you, which part of "you must regain your memory" escapes yours?"

My eyes widened before I glared, but a smile tugged the corners of Llewellyn's lips and he let out a chuckle. His voice came out a husky low, "We are all waiting, my lady. If you do not grace us with your stately presence soon, I am afraid you will leave me no choice but to sweep you up over my shoulder."

Llewellyn's soft threat made my pulse speed, but my curt voice held no effect of his words, "That won't be necessary."

I was about to slip past Llewellyn when he snaked an arm around my waist. I looked up and almost looked away again. My heart began to race. This was different. His gaze bore into me and I could see the relentless passions swirling in the blue depths. His arm around my waist suddenly felt that much heavier, that much hotter. A shallow gasp of air passed my lips. Almost as though Llewellyn realised this, he slipped his arm away and offered it to me, "Shall we?" His voice retained that husky low, my loins tingled.

I took his arm wordlessly and we proceeded down to the carriage. My heart slowed, but I closed my eyes, realising that we had just been seconds away from something more heated... something more desirous and explicitly more passionate and he had barely touched me... It was one thing for my body to betray me, another thing to allow my heart away like that.

I stepped into the carriage with Annabel and Gwen behind me. The carriage door closed and a few moments later the ground began to roll away beneath us. I didn't bother to peek through the curtain and Annabel and Gwen knew enough to let me alone. I did feel apologetic for my behaviour, but I was grateful for their silence. Closing my eyes, I listened to the clip clop of the horses, accompanied by small indistinct chatter, there were a dozen or so knights accompanying us. I refused to let my mind wander into what was waiting for me in Staffordshire.

~*~

The traveling days passed more or less in the same fashion. My dour mood passed and conversation with Annabel and Gwen took on a lot of laughter and giggling. The small breaks in between were a hearty welcome to the continuous roll of the carriage. Llewellyn avoided any estate that would bring us into contact with the nobility, he would have been welcomed, afforded the best accommodation, but I suspected his thoughts were on keeping me safe from gossip. Llewellyn talked little, had seemed to become more reserved as the days passed. We would arrive at Staffordshire by dusk and despite my best efforts to keep my thoughts elsewhere, it permeated my mind and brought me no pleasure.

I stood a little way off from the rest of the company, it was a small tea break, but the surrounding scenery had gradually become green, the skies were a clear blue, the sun was warm on my skin and a slight breeze ruffled my hair. I closed my eyes and lifted my face, an image of a younger me running with gaiety in the paddy fields passed my mind. I could hear the laughter and the voices of those around me in the field; I could almost even smell it. I missed my old life, regardless of who I really was. A while later I felt Llewellyn's presence behind me. He was watching me but I didn't turn around. A moment passed before he drew closer and pulled me into his chest. "When you stand so still like that, I always wonder, what are you thinking?" Llewellyn's voice was soft, I didn't mind his nearness. It was our first truly physical contact in days, I could feel his chest pressed against my back, it was comfortable. For once everything between us wasn't just another passionate intimation. Llewellyn pressed a drink of tea into my hands.

I sipped before I turned my head, resting my cheek against his chest. "I am thinking it's a beautiful day. On a day like this, I used to run in those wheat fields, paddy fields when I was younger. Apart from gathering the harvest, we played games, we laughed and we ran. Life was... so simple. I miss it."

There was a small pause, "Then I'll take you back one day."

I stiffened in shock, before I turned around in his arms to look at him, "You mean it?"

"Yes."

I blinked, was he trying to play with my emotions?

Llewellyn returned my look of shock and surprise with complete sincerity. I didn't know what to say, this wasn't a Llewellyn I was accustomed to.

"It's a beautiful day, it would be a pity to miss it in a carriage, perhaps you would like to ride with me?" This time Llewellyn offered me a partial smile.

I stared at him incredulously before I laughed, "Yes, I would. Thank you, your offer is most kind." Llewellyn chuckled in return.

~*~

Laughter tore from me as Llewellyn spurred Obrion into a gallop. We had deserted our company, promising to meet up in a few hours. I felt free, the wind tickled my hair, I drank in the exhilaration, the rush and excitement of freedom. Llewellyn's own laughter joined mine; the joviality seemed to be infectious. We veered off the road and into the canopy of the trees.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see." His voice held an allure, an anticipation of excitement that sent shivers through my body.

"Then I hope this is good." My own voice teased playfully, all inhibitions fled with the wind.

Llewellyn chuckled and pressed his lips to my cheek before whispering in my ear, "That I can most certainly assure you of."

Anticipation fluttered in my belly.

Time passed amiably, we didn't talk, but the physical closeness was a language in itself. The silence was comfortable; I rested my head against Llewellyn's shoulder and Obrion slowed to a trot. It was then that I took in the surrounding with new curiosity, a sense of familiarity had begun to stir.

"Llewellyn..."

"We're almost there."

"No..." I drew out as I looked around, "Tell me, have I been here before?"

Llewellyn hesitated before he replied, "You have."

I didn't speak.

In the next few minutes, the silence pressed against us as we rode. Despite the growing familiarity of the green surroundings no headache exploded. Curiosity got the better of me.

"Where is this place?"

We emerged into open space and I gasped, there was a lake here? The water was still, calm, the sun sent sparkles glimmering off the surface. Obrion stopped.

"Yes, we're here." Llewellyn murmured.

"Oh..."

Llewellyn dismounted and swung me down. He patted his hand through Obrion's mane before picking up the reins and followed me forward. There were wild flowers in bloom, I closed my eyes, "I've been here before..." Sensations washed over me, I knew the memory was just hovering behind the haze.

I felt Llewellyn slip his hand over mine to guide me forward, "You've been here many times."

I smiled even as my eyes were closed, "Well, enlighten me then."

Llewellyn laughed. "Come for a swim and I shall tell all."

Laughter burst from my lips and I opened my eyes, "A swim! Scandalous!"

Llewellyn pulled me towards him in a sweeping tug before he caught my chin, "And who shall hear of it?" His voice seduced over my senses, leaving a rush of sensations in its wake. It felt like we were lovers, complete as equals. Something pulled in me, I wanted this, just this once before things went back to the way they were, just this once... that couldn't hurt. I pulled Llewellyn in for a kiss, "No one", I whispered.

A slow smile spread over Llewellyn's features. Grabbing my hand he pulled me forward. We ran. As we reached the water's edge, I tripped on my kirtle, but Llewellyn caught me in his embrace. Neither of us was breathing heavily from the physical exertion, but the heat that smouldered between us was another thing.

Llewellyn traced a finger across my face before bringing his face closer to mine. The first touch of our lips was soft, tender, a new experience. We pulled away for air and I watched hesitance wash across his face, like as though he was afraid. Yet that couldn't be right... I didn't want to think. If there was going to be regrets, then I'd enjoy as much as I could.

"Don't stop." I whispered, pulling him back for another kiss, my hands roamed down his body, slipping into his shirt. His muscles tensed beneath my hand, but my touch seemed to decide him. Llewellyn pressed me closer, I moaned softly against his lips as he cupped buttocks, pushing me into the growing bulge of his member.

"Llewellyn..." His name rolled off my tongue in a growing desire of pleasure.

"Tell me you want this." Llewellyn's voice was husky.

He undid my bodice as he swept kisses along the column of my neck. My breath came out short, "Yes...I want this." I loosened his breeches and Llewellyn slipped out of his shirt before returning his attention to me, removing my gown. My corset ripped slightly from Llewellyn's harsh treatment. "Opps," he murmured, completely unconcerned as he pulled it off. I couldn't suppress my small laugh. My arms lifted obligingly for Llewellyn to slip my chemise off, it was tossed aside with no second thought. Wrapping my hands around his neck, I lifted my legs around him. My weight didn't seem to faze him at all and his hands curled around my thighs to support me. "Let's go for a swim now." I whispered before slanting my lips over Llewellyn's.

Our lips stayed melded even as I felt the water brush my derriere. There was just something intensely arousing about what we were doing and I could feel myself grow wet. Llewellyn probably felt it too because he groaned and I felt his cock jump and push at me. I chuckled, "Someone wants to play."

"Callie..." Llewellyn's voice was deep, enticed with a subtle threat but I wasn't afraid.

"Yes, say my name." My eyelids fluttered and I arched my neck, allowing Llewellyn's roaming mouth access to the sensitive skin there.

"Callie..." Llewellyn's tongue traced a trail down my neck, across my collar bone to nip lightly in the hollow.

A smile tugged my lips; the water had risen to our chests, "Let's swim."

Llewellyn ignored me, "Do you know how much you do to me... here?" In an instant, he readjusted me so that his cock was positioned at my entrance. The water had risen to our chests and offered us a lot of buoyancy. My breath came out in a short gasp, I groaned even as I glared, "Cheat."

Llewellyn laughed, "Really Callie? Are you sure you don't want this?" He slid in small inch by inch, his gaze devious as he watched my expression. My breathing had become shallow and my protest died on my lips as Llewellyn kept inching, I groaned in frustration and tried to thrust my hips forward, but his firm grip on my thighs prevented any dictating move on my part. I glared at him and opened my mouth to protest, but before any sound could come out, Llewellyn captured my mouth in a tongue wrenching kiss and slammed my thighs against him, I gasped at the sudden sensation of fullness.

"More?" Llewellyn's voice was husky as he breathed into my ear. My fingernails dug into his back, the feel of him was sensually heightened by the water that swirled around us.

"We were going for a swim. You cheated." I whispered despite my intense arousal.

A soft laugh whispered across my skin, "No more than you did Callie." Llewellyn dipped his head and captured a nipple, grazing it gently with his teeth.

I groaned, feeling the sensation root its way between my thighs.

Rational thought fled me, "I want you."

A low growl, feral almost in its pleasure hummed from Llewellyn's throat. His arms seemed to draw strength from the water that surrounded us as he eased out of me before slamming home again. The pleasure was delicious; it licked itself around me, surrounded me and pushed me higher. My head threw back in an arching moan. I wanted him. "More," I gasped.

Llewellyn needed no more urging, he plunged into me again, nipping my ear as he did. "Tell me again."

My breath came out jagged, "More."

Pleasure pulled me into it's vortex as Llewellyn took me this time without pause, without hesitation, just pure undulated pleasure. Our bodies twined together with a new passion, it wasn't just pleasure. It was more than it, far more than that.

My lips parted as our bodies slapped together again, the impact muffled by the water around us yet no less intense.

My breath dragged. The air around us felt heavy and Llewellyn took me higher yet. I felt every searing brush of his skin against mine. I felt it all.

I brought my arm around his head and slanted my lips across his, feeling tears squeeze out of my eyes as we plunged over the edge together. Llewellyn fell backwards into the lake. Water filled my nostril but the lack of air in my lungs almost seemed like an aphrodisiac. I didn't want the air, I just wanted Llewellyn.

I tingled as I sunk into the aftermaths of our lovemaking, it had been different. So much different. We broke the surface.

"Callie!"

I coughed and spluttered, opening my eyes to look at Llewellyn. I smiled knowing he wouldn't see my tears.

Llewellyn studied me and I watched conflicting emotions play across his features, "Are you well?" His voice was soft.

"Yes."

Llewellyn brushed the hair out of my face, leaving a caressing trail across my cheek. I blinked.

"If I hurt you, I'm sorry. I apologise." He spoke softly.

"You didn't, but you're ruining my mood."

A smile touched Llewellyn's features, but I could see the concern that played on his features. Llewellyn's arms moved and he lifted me against his chest. "Then I apologise for that too. Let's head back."

I laughed as I leaned my head against his chest, lightly tracing the contours of his muscles as the water swirled around us. Llewellyn looked down at me, "Tell me. What are you thinking?"

I smiled despite myself, "Must you always know what I'm thinking?"

"Yes, as is proper, you should always tell me." Llewellyn's gaze was serious.

I studied the serious look on Llewellyn's face, there was something too genuine. I smiled, not sure of what I was really feeling, "Careful then, you may be spurned."

This time a small smile touched his lips and he looked up, we were reaching the shore, "Why would my lady do such a thing?" Still Llewellyn's questions maintained all seriousness despite the infection of a smile.

I shivered slightly as the wind blew on my wet skin. Llewellyn carried me onto the shore, setting me down a little way from the water's edge and whistled. I watched as Obrion immediately perked and came racing towards his master. Llewellyn loosened the saddle and flung out the saddle-blanket beneath. It settled on the ground. He turned to me and held out his hand.

I stood there looking at him, still dripping, still wet. The sun shone its fragile warmth on my back. "Are you going to stand there all day?"

I shook my head and stepped towards him, slipping my hand into his. He brought it to his lips before pulling me down with him. We sat silently for a moment, the wind chilled my skin slightly but I didn't feel cold. I brought my legs up and leaned against Llewellyn. His arm circled around my waist.

"So...I've been here many times before. Will you tell me about it now?"

Llewellyn chuckled, "Of course, what do you wish to know?"

"Everything."

Silence reigned for a moment. I was comfortably snuggled against Llewellyn as I waited for him to speak.

"The first time you came here, you were five. Alex and I used to spurn our guards and servants to sneak here... and various other places. While I was usually the one that pitched the ideas, Alex was the one that found the means to carry them out."

I could hear the rueful smile in Llewellyn's voice.

"In a way I think he really wanted a break from the impositions of our society. For someone like Alex, he was required to know his game extremely well. And he did, Alex knew responsibility and tact. He was five years older than me, under normal circumstances it would have made me too young for the companionable friendship that we had."

Llewellyn paused again, "You followed him around a lot. Every opportunity you could. It did rather annoy me at first, but Alex really loved you, very much and he taught you many things."

Llewellyn picked up my hands, turning them over, "He taught you how to defend yourself.

"He'd send your tutors on their way if you didn't like them. Of course, the Duke and Duchess were not always pleased, but he could always turn a situation in his favour. He'd take you out but he always made sure to teach you what you'd missed from the tutor. He did a lot of things with you. You were smart, you had a sharp tongue."

Llewellyn chuckled, "I still remember one time, we were with other boy and you had tagged along with Alex. We were mock fencing and you pointed out the flaws in Conrad's swordsmanship. Everyone laughed despite the fact you were female. You were young. You made Alex proud that time. He was different from the others."

"He sounded like a great brother."

"You loved him."

I considered, "I cannot remember anything about him."

Despite the fondness in his tone, Llewellyn himself did not seem grieved. He continued before I had time to dwell on it, "He brought you here and you instantly loved this place. So he brought you here many times, of course, it was certainly to my annoyance. My preference was to explore and find new places." Llewellyn chuckled.

I smiled, "So, you didn't like me."

Llewellyn's fingers began to run circles on the sensitive skin on my stomach, "No, I didn't like you, not at first, but I assure you, you grew on me."

I laughed and turned to look at him, "Really."

He smiled wryly, "Yes, you did." Llewellyn turned my chin, "Even more so as my father began to search for you, I never stopped wondering about you."

His face drew closer. My heart stuttered.

"You were destined to be mine... my pre-arranged love..." Llewellyn's voice almost sunk to a whisper as his lips played across mine. Short, but so deliciously sweet. My heart thudded.

"Oh..." My breath whispered across his skin, "You've been seducing me." My accusation held no accusatory tone. Llewellyn drew his gaze away, "I wonder."

"You wonder?" I repeated. I received no reply. Feeling the strangeness of the moment set in, I moved to get dressed.

"Stay." Llewellyn held onto my wrist.

I retorted, "I'm going to get dressed."

Llewellyn arched an eyebrow and swept his gaze over my form, "Would you deny me your naked beauty?"

My eyes widened and my cheeks heated furiously. I almost fell onto his lap when he tugged. "I do not jest my lady. I find you beautiful, so much more when you're naked."




Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 12



His words sent a rush of tingling sensations through my body. Feeling wickedly sinful, I pushed at his shoulders, throwing my weight behind my hands. He fell back with a satisfying thump and I straddled him. The look on his face was just absolutely priceless, ah, indulgently priceless.

"Really, my lord." I whispered. A wicked smile was beginning to spread. Before he had time to speak, I swept a chaste kiss across his lips before I rolled off him and snuggled against his chest, the smile not fading from my lips even as I suddenly realised how weary I felt, "I feel tired."

Llewellyn dropped a kiss on the side of my head, "Then sleep. Just remember you're not getting away with this, my sweet lady." His voice murmured over my senses and desire pooled in my loins. Lulled under by his presence, I drifted.

~*~

I woke to find my gown draped over me and quite presently, very alone. The sun was disappearing on the horizon. I sat up slightly disoriented, barely noticing the chill in the wind, how long had I been asleep? I had only meant to take a small nap. It was strange, I patted the empty space next to me; cold, it had been deserted some time ago. Where was Llewellyn?

I swallowed, suddenly feeling quite thirsty. Shaking my head I caught sight of Obrion. So his horse was still here...then...

I pulled the gown over me, not caring that I was naked underneath, I was hardly properly attired, but that did not matter. Standing up, the lingering vestige of slumber's lull slipped away and I was fully conscious.

Spying Llewellyn tracks, I hitched up my gown and began to follow across the sand. Despite the logic that was laid out before me; he had gone for a walk...the feeling that something wasn't quite correct wouldn't leave me. The light was fading, without thinking I sped up, I didn't want to lose his tracks.

I had reached the other side of the lake when finally Llewellyn's tracks began to head into the forest. Suddenly uncertain, I stopped. I didn't know how to track. I stood for a solid moment before I walked forward and despite myself, a curious feeling had begun to swell, I scrutinised the ground as though it would reveal all the answers. I blinked, surely not... or was I seeing subtle impressions in the grass and the scattered leaves?

With eyes cast to the ground, my instinct seemed to direct me forward. I made my way into the forest. Time slipped away and the light grew progressively poorer until I finally conceded I could not see anything more on the ground. Looking around I caught sight of a shadowy figure. My heart stuttered before it began to race. It wasn't Llewellyn.

The figure seemed to look directly at me. I froze as it drew closer, hearing the soft clop of hooves as I took in the silhouette of a hood. The person came within five strides of me and stopped, I could see nothing beyond the hood. Silence reigned, he didn't come closer.

I gasped and stiffened when an arm wrapped around me.

"Callie."

It was Llewellyn, he had managed to surprise me out of nowhere again.

A strange silence descended. I watched as the hooded figure turned, mounted and rode away, but not before he gave a barely perceptible nod and a final glance. He... I knew it was a he. The horse shifted into a gallop and he was gone, but the hoof beats seemed to linger a moment longer, haunted the strangeness of the situation a moment longer.

"You should not be here." Llewellyn's voice sounded soft.

I spun around, "Who was he."

~*~ 



Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 13



24/12/15

This is a slightly edited version of the Pre-arranged Love series that I posted back in 2010.

I couldn't see Llewellyn's face in the darkness but I tried to imagine the expression there. His voice came out hard, "No."

Frustrated, I pulled away from him. "Tell me."

My mind whirled, you knew who he was. You were meeting with him. "That's why you left me alone." My eyes flashed as the pieces slipped together, bringing forth the whole picture, yet frustratingly left me with more to puzzle. My eyes narrowed as another realisation came to me, "That's why I slept so long, you drugged me." My thoughts fled back to the tea Llewellyn had handed me. "You planned all of this."

"Callie."

"I don't want to talk to you." Turning, I began walking back. I closed my eyes, how could I have been so thick. I should have seized the opportunity when I awoke and escaped. An irrepressible feeling rose, I ran. The branches tried to slap at me but I pushed them aside, hardly caring as they soiled my sleeves and drew thin cuts on my hands.

"Callie!"

I broke through the forest. It was a miracle I didn't stumble considering how dark it had become. I laughed, tears spilled out of my eyes. I really was insane. Insane to think that he might have really cared, that he would ever regard me as other than an object of desire. No, that was all I ever would be, but I never wanted to be Callie Stafford. I never wanted...

For the third time my name rang in my ear, "Callie!" Llewellyn spun me around.

I shook my head wildly and shook his hands away, "No."

I stepped away from him as I tried to stifle my sobs. I had been so wrong.

"What do you want me to do?" Llewellyn's voice whispered softly across the space between us.

Before I could reply, pain assaulted across my abdomen, I clutched an arm around my waist and gasped.

He was by my side instantly, "Are you hurt?"

I shook my head as I bent over, not trusting myself to speak.

Llewellyn whistled before he slid an arm around my waist, "Tell me where it hurts." I could hear his concern.

I bit back a groan.

Hoof beats in the distance grew closer. Llewellyn's hand slid across my belly, "Can you stand?"

I leaned on him as I staggered to my feet. He supported my weight and whistled softly. Obrion trotted closer, "I'm going to lift you now. Tell me if it becomes too painful". I closed my eyes and nodded.

Llewellyn grasped me firmly below my belly, hoisting me up so I could place my feet in the stirrup and swing my leg over. I swayed as pain lanced from my lower abdomen. The feel of Llewellyn's chest against my back a moment later was a comforting one, his hand splayed across my belly. "Lean against me Callie, I'm sorry, this is going to joust."

The ground sped away beneath me as Llewellyn spurred Obrion forward. Conscious thoughts faded.

~*~

I drifted through the blackness vaguely aware of Llewellyn's arms around me, my fingers clenched almost unconsciously at his shirt. Was that his voice I could hear bellowing... Pitched voices gradually faded to hush whispering. I wanted to protest as I felt another pair of hands... but I let the pain bury me, unwilling to break the surface...

~*~

Waking slowly, it felt like a misty haze was lifting but still semi-conscious, my thoughts floated. It wasn't a dream... My conscious flitted, it was time to wake up. Almost reluctantly I opened my eyes and stared unfazed at what I could see was a bedchamber. I didn't need to feel the familiarity to recognise that I was sleeping in what had once been my own chamber, the portraits on the wall spoke for themselves. I was in Staffordshire Manor.

"You're awake."

Nostalgia stole over me. I turned my head away from the source of the voice, but I knew he drew closer to the bed. The rich velvet of his voice echoed in my ear, why did I still hear him? I closed my eyes, denying him a reply, maybe he would take the hint and leave. The bed dipped.

"How do you feel."

He was waiting for a reply, I wouldn't give him one. Perhaps he knew none was forthcoming yet he didn't leave. Silence cloaked the air, I knew he was there.

The silence stretched on before he finally stood, "I'll come back later. You should get some more rest."

The door closed softly... he hadn't touched me...

I turned around, my hand drifted across the bed to feel the warmth he left behind. Curling closer, I drowned in the emptiness of true silence, seeming to fall back into dreams of flitting shadows.

~*~

It was almost dark when I woke again, light was fading and rain patted softly against the windows. Llewellyn... My roaming eyes caught the empty chair by the bed, had he sat there watched me sleep?

I shook the fanciful thoughts away and flung the covers off. The world tilted, I reached out for the bed pole, stilling away the dizziness before making my way to the door. The chamber was fairly large, it was almost preposterous to believe that I had once been it's occupant... A crackling fire warmed the room. My gaze swept over the portraits and came to rest... It was a much younger me, a much younger and far different Llewellyn and a brother I could not remember. My eyes lingered on Llewellyn, his features were softer, a little chubby, but the bright blue eyes remained the same, the lips perhaps a little fuller. I turned my head away slowly and opened the door. Hesitation held me momentarily on the threshold before the door closed softly behind me. My eyelids fluttered, fatigue threatened my conscious.

The corridors were silent, seemingly robbed of life and still with age. Sadness hung from the walls and clung to the air with a musky tang. Were there no servants? My fingers lightly drifted, the space felt empty, lonely, I shivered; longing for Llewellyn's manor passed through me. The briefest of fleeting smiles touched me lips and I continued my small exploration. The manor felt huge, yielding little but the ... once aesthetic taste of its previous occupants. Nothing but the steady patter of rain greeted my ears, thus I happened on no one.

My hand rested on the doorknob of again another intricately carved door...I paused before turning it slowly, it swung open with a rusty creak to reveal what was a study. The door stood ajar offering a cold welcome. I blinked at the emptiness, feeling as though I should have expected something... someone. Blurred images flashed through my mind, another time, my lips parted...

"But I don't like her!"

Callie whined. She stood in the family drawing room, her six year old face scrunched up with six year old anger. The Duke had assigned another one of those immaculately clad pointless governesses for her. She hated them. She had Alex.

Her lower lip trembled as she pouted. Her father sensed the growing waterway, but turned to Alex, his sixteen year old son, "If I have to dismiss Mary or if she resigns, be sure that you will both be punished."

Sethamir Stafford stood eye to eye with his son, levelling him with a hard gaze. He knew his son. Alex was capable, if Callie didn't like the way things were, it was always Alex that sorted it out for her. While he was proud of Alex and had cherished a certain amusement in the dismissing and resigning of the first few governesses, he was now fed up. There was never any evidence. The servants never gave him away but who could it be but Alex? He cared too much about his sister and there really wasn't anyone else who would go to such lengths, let alone execute everything with such ingenuity.

Alex stared at his father stoutly, there was an almost symmetrical resemblance between them, anyone would have been able to distinguish father and son, but there was something of the son that the father lacked. It wasn't just Alex's ability to manoeuvre well within the nobility, it was something engaging that the father did not have, there was a warmth about Alex, he was a man of all acceptances, a man who drew friendships of moral worth regardless of status. Respected amongst the nobility, he was loved amongst the servants and more than revered by his future subjects.

He spoke with confidence, bowing his head slightly as a mark of respect, "Very well father."

Callie's eyes widened, her head snapped up to stare at Alex.

"Callie, what are you doing here?"

The gasp parted from my lips and my breath hitched as I spun around. Unprepared for the sudden launch of dizziness that swept over me, I stumbled. Llewellyn steadied me and tugged me closer, "You're sick, you need to rest, why aren't you back in bed?" His hand spayed over my belly.

I looked up. "I—" The words died on my lips. Surprise caught me off guard, for the first time he seemed tired, truly weary. Dark circles ringed his eyes, was he not sleeping well? I blinked.

Llewellyn brushed a tender finger across my cheek before he broke his gaze, "I'll take you back to bed." He gently lifted me in his arms, almost as though I had suddenly become too fragile. I touched my cheek, feeling the tingling trail of his finger linger a moment.

Leaning my head against his chest I breathed in the scent that was uniquely Llewellyn, musky, mingled with sweat, he smelled...almost sweet. I inhaled, the shaky feelings of the memory was beginning to disperse. "Why is there no one here?" My voice sounded soft even to my own ears.

"There are few servants on staff and they do not frequent this floor."

I closed my eyes, inhaling closer to his chest, "I see."

The memory of the event swam in my mind, despite myself I held it close. For a fleeting moment, resentment washed over me that Llewellyn had interrupted my recollection, I was sure that given a moment longer I would have the whole memory... and what precisely had Alex done?

We reached my chamber and Llewellyn set me down on the bed. I looked away, unsure of what to say and not totally unaffected by the strangeness that had rifted between us.

"Your bath's been prepared. I'll send up some supper."

I nodded. Llewellyn stood a moment before he turned and left.

I fell back on the bed and buried my face in the pillows.

~*~

Some time later and with growing infuriation, I was trying to order the maids out. The scent of jasmine clung to me, I had obligingly taken a bath but food was something I wouldn't stomach.

"Milady, you have to eat. At least take a bit and see you if you have an appetite."

My jaw clenched, it was a pointless argument. Annoyance dripping from my glare, I rose from my position on the bed and was about to leave when one of the Staffordshire maids piqued, "Milady, please, at least think of your baby."

I froze.

Time stood still as the shock reeled through me, "What did you say..." I whispered.

My hand slipped to my belly...

God forbid!

"Where's Llewellyn?" I made for the door, ignoring the protests of milady's behind me. "Llewellyn!" The name echoed off the empty hallways. I dashed down a staircase, his name echoed around me. The silence of my own voice did not last long. I had roused the household, gasps rose around me as servants scattered. "Llewellyn!" I called again, hearing the desperation that laced my voice. How could it be?

"Callie!"

I turned around. The servants scuttled to the side and bowed respectfully as he hurried towards me.

I rushed up to him, my eyes desperately searching for some truth as I clutched at his shirt. "It's not true!"

Llewellyn stared at me with surprise, I watched his eyes widen. Was it because he didn't know or was it because he wasn't prepared for... my head snapped around as poor coughing filled the air. They were trying not to laugh. A wave from Llewellyn caused them to disperse. I stumbled and leaned my head against his chest, "Oh god." I breathed.

"Come into my study."

I stared at him stoutly. He returned my gaze with just as much coolness and for the first time some semblance of the old Llewellyn returned, "You're indecency Callie. It does not please me to see it flaunted."

He was angry.

My nostrils flared and I pushed past him. I had forgotten to slip a cloak over my thin nightgown.

This wasn't the way I envisioned my life, falling in love with the man who regarded me as a contract and a pre-arranged marriage. A pre-arranged loveless marriage. I glared at Llewellyn as he followed me through the small room that served as a study. The door closed with a soft click and he turned to face me, mask over expression. I flicked my gaze away.

"Don't..." Llewellyn whispered.

I turned away from him, noticing the table stacked neatly with parchment. I could feel his gaze on my back. I wanted to turn around, I wanted to see his expression... or maybe his mirth... anything but the dragging silence... I took a breath, "I'm... I'm carrying your child." It was a question. My voice sounded shaky and I swallowed.

"Yes." Llewellyn confirmed.

I closed my eyes trying to remember to breath.

Llewellyn spoke, "It doesn't change anything."

I blinked slowly. I opened my mouth but the words seem to choke in my throat. Sweeping out of the room I turned to flee. He was right, it changed nothing.

Except the pain that wouldn't be kept at bay.

~*~

"Milady, you look beautiful."

I smiled ruefully at Annabel in the mirror. She had spent no less than two hours preparing me for supper. Staring at my own reflection, I had to admit Annabel had outdone herself. I was dressed in an ocean blue gown with short slightly puffed sleeves. Gold lace trimmings decorated the gown and the bodice revealed just a modest cleavage. A multi faceted sapphire hung snug in the hollow of my neck and the same pair of sapphire tear drops dangled enticingly from my ears. Annabel had pulled my hair tight, it piled neatly on my head, a few stray curls whispered about my ears but that was all. A final touch of rogue to the face and I looked more than presentable. A servant from the King's entourage had arrived earlier today bearing a message from a Lord... I frowned slightly, the name had slipped again. It was him I was dressing up to meet but butterflies fluttered for another man.

I stood and made my way to the window. My hands shifted across my belly...his child...Two days. I hadn't spoken to Llewellyn since then. He hadn't been seen either.

Turning around, my smile was plastered into place. Annabel returned my smile far more genuinely and proceeded to open the door of my chamber. Sweeping across the room nostalgia stole over me again. Llewellyn's exquisite instructions on a lady's gait came back. I remembered the low husk of his voice, the way his breath whispered over my skin... the languid tingling of his sensual whispers... I remembered the way his touch stirred every forbidden passion, stoked the heat in forbidden places... I tried to remember how to breathe. No...

The servants bowed as I passed, I caught the surprised look of a few before courtesy made them drop their gaze. Annabel followed my descent down the stairs. I swept my hand lightly over the banister, lost in a whirlpool of thoughts.

"Callie."

I closed my eyes, I knew that voice. Every layer, it's perfect texture, I had heard it far too many times, recalled exactly... what it did to me. I brought my gaze up.

"I trust you've been well."

Llewellyn stood at the bottom of the staircase, handsomely clad in formal boots, breeches, a delicately designed white linen shirt and a purple vest with black fur trimmings. He looked nothing short of delectable. I felt weak at the knees, how could I be like this. Casting my gaze aside, I bobbed a slow curtsey, knowing his gaze was roaming over me with nothing more than conventional interest. How could that hurt so much... I've never been better Llewellyn... "I'm quite well, thank you my lord." I could feel the strain in my voice, the catch of formality that was never there before. Would he hear it, how could he not...

Llewellyn offered me his arm and I took it wordlessly. Why are you like this? I raised my chin even as the waves crashed overhead and the pain pushed its way through, almost... almost triumphant.

Servants bowed as we passed. The doors to the dining hall swung ajar and the man sitting at the head of the table looked up.

And fear spiralled through me.

Instinctual.

Too sharp...

Too painfully raw.

Shadows flashed. Blurred images took focus.

I gasped and staggered away from Llewellyn. Grayish brown eyes...no...No! My wild gaze locked with his and fear almost held me frozen in place but somehow I managed to stumble back. But his eyes followed me, eyes that loomed from the depths of my forgotten past.

No!

I turned around and ran. It couldn't be!

Callie ran through another room, her feet sounding too loud on the floor, her heart hammering too loud in her chest. She was scared...more frightened than she could ever imagine. Uncle...uncle Devon...she couldn't think it. It couldn't be true. But the image of her father falling to the ground pressed against her mind. She flinched, holding back her defying scream. Alex telling her to run...he wasn't dead, he couldn't be dead. Callie tried to breath, she tried to hold back the sobs, her mother... oh god... she could see the protrusion of the sword... red... no! Callie screamed as she fell.

Pain lanced through my head and I screamed. Darkness clamped it's vice like grip on my conscious and I felt myself fall. I struggled against the blackness clouding my mind as cold tentacles pulled me under, "No!" Don't hurt them!

~*~

I could feel myself falling over and again. It was a dream, I knew it was a dream but I couldn't wake up. I gasped as the dream abruptly ended and my eyes threw open. I shot up. Blood pounded in my ears and my sheets lay in a tangled mess around my legs. The room was dark. Somehow the silence made my ragged breathing sound more deafening than possible. I kicked the sheets away; I had to get out of here. Uncle Devon...I swallowed, trying not to remember the dream, the images that flashed through my head, more vivid than any memory. I tugged a simple gown over my night gown and threw on a travelling cloak. The truth laid itself bare...he was here to finish what he had started...he was here to kill me. The fear rose in my throat. I tried to think, to map out a logical course of action. Llewellyn... no... not Llewellyn, he wouldn't listen to me, he wouldn't believe me. Bunching the pillows under the sheets, I crossed to the window. Love made people blind... sit had made me blind, stupidly, stupidly blind. Gently prying it open, I blinked away the tears. A slight wind buffeted my hair as I gazed down at the length I was going to scale...

Callie stuck her head out the window...it looked a dizzying height to her, but the alternative was another four hours with her governess. And another four hours was something she could not bear. With renewed determination, she hooked one leg over the window. Of course...Alex would have managed it far more smoothly...as if on cue, the door opened and Alex slipped in. She froze. Alex stared at her before a tight smile slipped over his features.

"Save such tricks for when I'm here would you?"

"Sorry." She flashed him a grin. Of course Alex would come for her. He always would.

Alex shook his head, returning the grin with infection.

Crossing the threshold he lifted her back into the room with an enthusiastic swing before bending down to whisper conspicuously in her ear, "The trick isn't to find the hardest way out."

She looked at him as a slow triumphant smile spread over his features, "Let's go."

Her eyes widened as Alex headed towards the door.

She exclaimed, "What did you do?"

He cast her a mischievous wink and she slowly broke into a triumphant grin.




Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 13



A shadow of smile passed over my face. And I still didn't know what Alex had done but it had worked. The governess had conveniently been absent when I had needed her to be. My heart constricted, but Alex was dead now. Glancing about the room I thought for a moment before striding to the wardrobe. Throwing it open I began to rummage. A similar triumphant grin spread over my face when I found what I was searching for.

Perfect.

~*~

Darkness engulfed the night when I slipped out of the manor. I pulled the cloak tighter around me and spurred my horse eastward leaving only scattered leaves to flutter in the wind. Absently I caught a small leaf. So small... my fingers opened and it was gone, blown away by the wind. Something inside me clenched. I touched my cheek; a tear had slid down my face.



Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 14



24/12/15

This is a slightly edited version of the Pre-arranged Love series that I posted back in 2010.

Some time later I began to wonder if Llewellyn would track me. The answer realised itself, of course he would. It was stupid of me to wonder otherwise. The sun began to peek over the horizon but I spurred my horse onwards. The thought of my uncle tracking me sent chills through my body. Self-consciously I glanced around at the passing woods, noting the distant hint of the well trodden road. A moment later the distant clop of hoof-beats greeted my ears, a methodical rhythm against the ground. The bush around me grew thicker as I strayed deeper into the woods.

The steady thudding of hoof beats played in my ears and drew out the disarray of my thoughts; I had no destination, no thought out plan, my heritage was in question, Llewellyn was my betrothed and my uncle wanted to kill me. The neigh of a horse close by brought me out of my thoughts, I pulled my horse around realising I had strayed too far into the woods, but the mistake had already cost me.

"How, what have we here?"

Outlaws.

I took in his appearance, he hadn't shaved in a while yet somehow he lacked a true appearance of scruffiness. There was something too civilised about him. I blinked and flicked my head away.

"I'm a passing traveler." I tried to rough up my voice.

The man regarded me silently, one eyebrow arching slightly as his gaze traveled over me. Palpitating I tried not to flinch.

"What business has a passing traveler got straying this far into the woods. The roads about a mile that way, lad."

My pulse raced and I began to sweat, "I lost my way in the dark."

Laughter erupted around me, but the man who was questioning me only veered his horse closer, "What's your name."

"Ca-Calum."

I was clutching the reins so hard I couldn't feel my fingers, any moment now... somebody was going to call me out for my disguise.

"Any traveler worth their salt would know better than to stray into the woods. Clearly you are either very foolish or you are a liar. You don't have the look of a traveler and your dress and speech don't match up."

My eyes widened.

His horse began to circle, "Well?"

"I --"

Heat darted up my neck.

The man stopped in front of me, "I guess we've caught ourselves a prisoner then." He wheeled his horse around and his men parted, "Walter, Piers, you two have duty."

My reins snatched, they encircled me. As much as I tried, my sense of direction quickly disappeared. Long stretches of trees in any direction I looked lacked no small distinction. I didn't realise we had arrived at our destination until we had entered it. Caught by surprise, I had to admit that their efficiency was impressive. I had never seen an outlaw's camp but there wasn't much to guess about. I hadn't sighted a single sentry on duty or impressions of human inhabitance until we had actually entered the campsite.

"Albert?"

The clear leader dismounted, "Martha, we have a prisoner. He doesn't look like much but he's definitely no traveler. My lads sighted him a couple of hours ago deliberately keeping off the road. He might be a spy. Would you send someone to tell the Prince, presuming he's arrived?"

I quickly dipped my head as Martha looked up, "Why, but he's just a boy." Surprise inflected her voice.

"Yes." Albert's reply was heavy, "For his sake I hope he is not a spy."

I felt cold as his words rang in my ear. What did they do to spies?

Rough hands pulled me off my horse, I knew better than to struggle once the cap came off my head my disguise would be ruined. It was exactly what they did. My brown hair descended like a curtain around me. Gasps rang through the whole assembly of watching people. "It's a lass!"

Albert came forward, a dangerous sort of surprise flaring across his features, "A lass?"

He studied me for a moment before a frown crossed his forehead, "Take her to the tent."

Unceremoniously pushed, I tried to drown the emerging fear. Rope wound around my hands, binding them behind my back and all of a sudden I was left alone with my thoughts. I breathed, tugging against the wooden pole, already I could feel the circulation beginning to cease. I whispered, "No, this can't be happening." I looked around, desperately searching for something, anything.

My mind shot off in all directions, what did they do to spies? Gruesome images spurted from the depths of my mind. I shuddered. With renewed vigour I tried to wriggle my fingers, my hands were really starting to grow numb, the rope hurt. Tied to the pole I was finally forced to accept the fact that I wasn't going anywhere. The tent flap opened.

I stared. It was the same hooded figure. I recalled the conversation I had overheard between Llewellyn and Monsieur Moreau in the library; this was the Outlaw's Prince they had mentioned.

He stood there silently. I could see nothing beyond the hood but the feel of his gaze was hard to escape. My breath caught as he drew nearer, stiffening when he bent down... almost eye to eye with me.

"Who are you..." My breath whooshed out in an almost silent whisper. His only response was to pull back and leave, leaving me to wonder if I had imagined him freeze for the briefest of seconds. I tried to gather my scattered thoughts. He was... I felt as though I should have known. I could hear activity beyond the tent, straining to hear I realised that the camp was packing to leave. Incredulous... surely not on my behalf?

The hours had seemed to blend, it felt too long to be short, too short to be possible but the camp was now quiet, in fact it sounded almost empty of human life. The tent flap opened and Albert entered. His fierce expression was gone, replaced by a softer expression.

"So. What happens now." I could feel my pulse pick up.

The ropes around my wrists fell away as he untied me. "We're leaving. The Prince has given orders. You're free to go."

I rubbed my wrists absently, "Would you tell me one thing please... who is he?"

Albert started at me with cool blue eyes and there was something solemn in his gaze, "Our Prince." I caught the pride in his voice, masked over by loyalty and deference.

He stood and I followed him outside. Again I was astounded; it had been a bustling camp a mere few hours ago yet it now looked almost clear of human inhabitance "Where did everyone go?"

Albert turned to me but instead of answering his eyes widened and he shoved me aside. His facial expression barely registered before I gasped as an arrow pierced his chest. The whoosh of its path had been barely perceptible, but it was meant for me. Without faltering Albert drew his sword, "Run!" Another arrow pierced his shoulder.

But there was no need to run, a precisely shot arrow brought the archer tumbling out of the tree. I gasped. It was happening too fast... yet in the tangle of confusion I knew... Uncle Devon. I choked. The fear rose, the terror I had once forgotten resurfaced, terrifying this time, tormenting and crippling... painfully. I stumbled and gasped as a familiar arm wrapped around me tightly, "You are never, to do this to me again."

Relief washed through me instantly and I almost cried at how absurd it was. "How -- "

I turned in time to see his bow clatter to the ground and Llewellyn crushed me against his chest. The scent of leather mixed with him made me feel slightly lightheaded. It was now the second time he had saved me, "I'm so sorry." I whispered.

"You should be." Llewellyn released me. His gaze radiated strong fierceness that I had never seen before. I felt open like a book, raw to his gaze.

"Don't leave me again." He cupped my face with his hands, "Promise me."

It hurt to look into his eyes, it hurt to see how much pain I had caused him. For the first time he seemed vulnerable... but why did that matter, it shouldn't have mattered to me. My own heart throbbed painfully and I couldn't, "I can't." My voice sounded hoarse to my own ears but the emotions that fluttered over Llewellyn's features made the clenching in my chest so much worse.

He blinked, as though astounded that I would refuse him. I could see the hurt swirling in the depths of his eyes and I turned away. I couldn't face him like this, but Llewellyn's arm snaked around me gently, "Then for now, promise to stay beside me." I nodded, carefully keeping my gaze away. Llewellyn picked up his bow and we moved over to see how Albert was holding up. Several men clustered around him attending to his wounds. Sweat glistened on his forehead and he conversed through tight lips, a grimacing smile distorting his face, "So you are a Lady, eh?"

I tried to smile, "No, not really. Shh, don't speak. But God, what on Earth possessed you to save me?"

I didn't know where the new found intimacy came from, but I supposed a brush with death like that created something.

Despite himself, he laughed, his face distorting in pain and his attendants tried to keep him still, casting me a disapproving look. "I only do my duty." Seeing Llewellyn his expression changed entirely, "Milord!"

This time it was my turn to be caught by surprise, I glanced at Llewellyn who reached over to clasp Albert's hand in gesture of comradeship, "Albert, I would have never expected to find you in such a state, defending misappropriated Lady's!" Llewellyn chuckled, "You'll be alright I'll say."

Albert glanced from Llewellyn to me. I could tell he was piercing the connection. His eyes lit up and he whistled, "Tell me what is going on."

Llewellyn smiled, "Perhaps another time. You have all my thanks Albert."

Albert stared at us incredulously, "Wait -- "

Llewellyn was already moving away, his arm still around my waist.

I asked, "Are you sure -- "

"Yes, trust me, Albert and I are old friends."

I silenced for a moment, "What's going on Llewellyn."

I paused, something occurring to me, "How did you know I was here?"

"We'll talk about that later. I wish to see if our archer has anything to tell us. He should still be alive."

Frustrated, I lapsed into silence, so still he would not tell me, it was hard not to detest his calm exterior at times.

Entering the tent I had been retained barely an hour ago, the Prince's men parted to allow Llewellyn through. The archer was dead. Llewellyn stared at the corpse, "Did he talk?"

"No milord. He refused to give information regarding who he worked for and took his own life. There is not much to ascertain any identification. If you wish, we will investigate this matter for you."

"Please do. Thank you."

The men bowed as Llewellyn left and the tent flap closed behind us. "Llewellyn... don't leave me in the dark. Tell me what is going on. Why are they taking orders from you?"

Llewellyn glanced at me, the edge of his mouth quirking, "I haven't given any orders."

He slung his bow over his shoulders as he moved to unbridle Obrion. The fear that had momentarily disappeared returned, slipping through the cracks like a dark mist. Fear had never made its announcement clearer.

Llewellyn turned around and caught my gaze, or the tendrils of fear that had rooted me to the spot, "What happened. Why did you run?"

"Do you have to ask?"

Confusion swept over his features.

Unwavering despite my fear, I kept his gaze, "My uncle is a traitor."

The mystery was unraveling. Something snaked around my fear and I could feel it recede, changing into something else. And with a jolt I realised I wanted satisfaction. For everything that Uncle Devon had stolen.

Several emotions marred his expression simultaneously, "God forbid! Has it all come back to you?"

"Only the night they were murdered." The bitterness in my voice surprised even myself.

Concern crossed his features now and he bridged the distance and embraced me, "I'm so sorry."

"You don't have to be." I whispered.

He pulled apart and cupped my face in his hands, his expression fierce again, "Callie, you have to trust me. Do you trust me?"

His question caught me by surprise and I had no answer for him.

Without warning his lips descending over mine and I felt everything at once; the surprise, the yearning, the feel of his lips so hungry and... oh... so delicious. Without thinking I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers curling into his hair as I deepened the kiss, feeling the beasts of passion and desire arch and demand for more...

We broke away, breathing heavily, consumed by the fathomless passion that smouldered in the wake of the kiss.

"Do you trust me?" Llewellyn's repeated question came out barely above a whisper.

And I had no choice but to reply in kind, a breathless whisper because I did, "Yes."

~*~

Llewellyn hadn't allowed me to find my horse, insisting that I would ride with him. Snuggled against him in the front of the saddle reminded me of the trip we had taken to the lake, closing my eyes I relaxed against him.

I woke again to Llewellyn's gentle shake, blinking a few times disoriented, "Where are we... oh!"

Llewellyn dismounted and helped me down. We were back at the lake. I stared at the silent water, mesmerised again. Llewellyn's soft lips bushed against the side of my face in a caressing kiss, "Let's go Callie." Elegant fingers entwined around mine and he tugged me forward.

Swallowing I allowed him to guide me, not entirely sure why we were here. The silence stretched on but Llewellyn strolled leisurely, his hand firm. The serenity of the place was permeating. It settled around us and made the silence comfortable in its own way. The sun was descending, casting its fading light over the lake and there was something almost magical about it, breathtakingly so. Perhaps it was the right moment, the right time, because something unconstrained itself, indescribable, immeasurable in its beauty, "oh..." I breathed.

I stopped to watch the sun descend, lingering in its dusky radiance. Llewellyn's arms wrapped around me from behind and he drew me against his chest, "It's beautiful isn't it."

"Yes..."

We stood together for what felt almost like an eternity, connected somehow. It was a moment I didn't want to end, because in that moment the world was something indescribable, and we were at its center.

The sun slipped over the horizon... dusk had approached.

I turned my head, feeling Llewellyn's solid presence. He affirmed gently, "We should go now."

"Must we?" I murmured, feeling as though I was slightly intoxicated.

Llewellyn chuckled, "It's not far. Do you remember the cabin."

"Oh..." Fatigue overwhelmed me and I faltered against him, he caught me at the waist, hoisting my weight, "You should be careful not to overexert yourself Callie."

Without warning he picked me up and I immediately protested, "No, don't!"

Llewellyn glanced at me with a somewhat critical and amused expression, "I don't think so Callie. You're in no condition to make demands."

He wasn't entirely wrong. Realising it was a pointless argument I rested my head against his chest, feeling the steady thudding of his heart, unfalteringly strong in its pulse. Absently I murmured, "I can hear your heart."

Llewellyn looked down at me, chuckling slightly, "I think you need to rest Callie."

Knowing how foolish I had sounded, a small blush crept up my neck. It was only when Llewellyn nudged open the creaking door that I yawned. He lowered me gently to the ground, proceeding to light the candles. It was a surprise to see the cabin illuminated, it was spacious but it had an air of coziness and recent inhabitance. Curiously, I ran my finger over the table... not a fluff of dust. I looked around, noting the bookshelf. Llewellyn watched me and I asked, "Does somebody live here?"

"Not really. This place is well maintained."

Surprised I looked at him, "By who? And for whom?"

Llewellyn's lips quirked, "Staffordshire Manor servants, it was originally maintained for the young master and lady. Secretly of course, the Duke knew nothing of its existence, but I daresay the Duchess may have had some inkling of what was going on."

I smiled solemnly, "I don't recall this place at all."

Llewellyn moved closer to lean against the table, "There have been many alterations... it is nothing like what it was. It used to be much smaller."

"Oh."

"Are you hungry?"

Something about his gaze drew my eyes towards him... the candles behind him illuminated his features softly, he looked...

I swallowed, "No...I'm not hungry."

Suddenly self-conscious I wasn't sure what else to say.

Llewellyn smiled softly and held out his hand, beckoning... but it was an invitation. I could turn and refuse. I stood still, caught in the hesitancy... yet I wanted him too. My skin tingled. No, I didn't just want him... I was hungry for his touch...

My body was its own mind. His hand curled around mine and he drew me closer. I could feel the strength in his arm as he snaked it around me, pressing me closer still. Desire surged as his lips descended over mine, softly... teasing. I opened my lips to him as my own hands sought beneath his shirt, feeling the hard ridges of his chest... I pressed myself against him, drawing away from his lips to nuzzle at his jaw... the soft skin between his neck... Llewellyn groaned, and his voice tinged with desire, "Callie..." Curious and with bold intent, my fingers traced a path down his chest... slipping between our bodies to brush tantalisingly against the bulge in his breeches, spurred and excited by the groan he elicited. My own desire pooled. His hands left my body and before I knew it he had captured my wrists, my eyes shot up and my heart skipped... stuttered... His eyes scorched... yet it was more than just raw desire... I could feel the strength that he restrained as he pulled my hands away. I looked at him, confused. He found my lips, kissing me gently before he picked me up and carried me to the bed. As soon as he laid me down he proceeded to undress, yet his breeches remained on.

I tried to get up but he pushed me back, bending over me to leave scorching trails of hungry kisses along my collarbone... over my jaw... finally descending on my lips yet as soon as my tongue brushed against his, his lips were gone, leaving me in a place of yearning. "Llewellyn..." I reached for him.

"No..." He caught my wrists again, his eyes losing none of its raw fire, yet somehow touched with something pleading, "Let me do it right this time."

I blinked, "What do you—"

He swept my hands to the sides of head before lowering himself to kiss gently against my check, murmuring close to my ear, "Just relax."

I breathed, wondering what Llewellyn was trying to do.

His lips began to work down my neck, a sensual caress in the most sensitive spots... I could feel his hands slide purposely down my body, lingering... slipping beneath my shirt to tease over my naked flesh. Without warning my linen shirt ripped down the middle. I had bound my chest and now Llewellyn's fingers probed at the material, trying to loosen it and he growled softly. It finally ripped and I gasped, arching as his tongue curled around a hardening nipple. Rippling waves of sensation rolled through me and I clutched at him in a demand for more. A low rumble started in Llewellyn's throat and his mouth began to work towards my naval, nipping and teasing softly. His tongue dipped over belly and I jolted, "That tickles!" A husky laugh greeted my ears before his lips returned over the button and my gasp was a half laugh as I tried to dislodge him, "Stop Llewellyn!" His only response was to clamp my hips in place and renew his assault, using his teeth to nip playfully... throes of laughter bubbled from me unchecked along with my tears, yet it was torturously arousing. I pushed at his head, ineffectively for all my effort, "Oh God, Llewellyn, please!" I begged in my uncontrollable laughter, unable to stifle the tremors that ran through my body or the ache from being so sensuously tickled. He relented with a final lash of the tongue. I breathed heavily, trying to calm down my body's feverish response. Llewellyn moved up to prop his head on an arm, laughter combining his passion, "You squirm so delightfully." His fingers played over my breast, brushing lightly against my nipple, I turned over facing him, my body still aching for his touch, "That wasn't fair." Llewellyn laughed, a mischievous smile tugging against the corners of his lips, "No, it wasn't. But do you deny you're wet?"




Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 14



His question left me in no position to deny him. I blushed.

Llewellyn chuckled. His fingers traced over my breast before he brushed over my nipple, rubbing over it's already hardness, "We'll see shall we?" The low huskiness that underlined his voice was a promise of wicked delights and my breath stilled for a beat.

He shifted over my body, his hands skimming until they found the man breeches I was wearing, an old slightly reproachful tone surfacing, "Don't wear these again, they don't become you."

"It was a crucial disguise."

"Then do not disguise yourself."

Llewellyn unlaced the breeches so slowly that the action in itself was something erotic, he tugged gently and they began to slide over my skin, the material dragging over my hips in a movement that seemed only to prolong my longing, fueling the fire that was simmering beneath the surface.

Slipping over my thighs I could feel the air against the heat between my thighs, my pulse quickened knowing that Llewellyn could smell my arousal. Yet he continued with tugging the breeches down, running his fingers over my legs... the underside of my calves. The breeches were finally discarded and Llewellyn began to run his hand over my calves, towards my thighs, spreading them slowly as he caressed along the sensitive flesh. My fingers curled around the bed sheet as he neared the apex of my thighs, an inevitable moan bubbling in my throat as he blew gently, his fingers running around the sides... I arched slightly, wanting his touch... Llewellyn's lips brushed a kiss near my clit, a carefully centered position above it and I arched further in anticipation only to gasp as his lips darted just slightly over it, only enough to wrap me in the most urgent tingling. "God, Llewellyn..." I groaned. A husky chuckle greeted my ear, and his lips continued to tease, spreading my thighs wider, his fingers toying gently over my flesh, leaving me in a state of anticipation and denial. I breathed heavily... not sure how much more I could endure, such an exquisite... form of pleasure...

I groaned, "Please..."

Llewellyn's tongue lashed over my slit and I moaned, feeling the pleasure bubble, so close to the edge... my body tinged with nerves, each end on fire and yearning to tumble into the vortex of heightened sensations...

I arched, trying to control my breathing, "Llewellyn..."

A low growl of satisfaction rumbled in his throat, "Tell me."

Passion swarmed my mind, creating a haze and I answered without thinking, "Please... I want you to love me."

I heard the audible catch of Llewellyn's breath before he moved off me to undo his breeches. He moved over me again and I reached for him, wanting more than just physical pleasure. My lips searched for his and I kissed him passionately, wrapping my arms around him, dragging my fingers across the muscles that rippled down his back. Llewellyn groaned softly and adjusted his weight; positioning himself to slide into me. I pressed myself against him, enticing him and yearning with desire. He slid in, a slow inch, raising my legs so that his hands could curl around my ankles, using the leverage to plunge into me. I groaned as he brushed against something sensitively eliciting and I clenched. Llewellyn groaned, "You're so tight." He drew out slowly before pushing in again and his pace began to increase, each thrust taking me higher as I felt the tingle of pleasure spread, wrapping itself around us, smouldering and arching... so intensely... it felt like the entwining of two souls at the deepest intimacy. Sweat and arousal simmered, giving scent to the very name of passion and I gasped, feeling Llewellyn rein in the climax so to sweetly prolong the pleasure. Semi-engulfed in the vortex my body was raging with fire, unable to be contained any longer when Llewellyn finally released me, I cried out at the intensity of the pleasure that washed over me, that threw me into the very core of the vortex and my mind blanked, yet Llewellyn's soft voice drifted clearly, an echo in the deepest fathoms of my mind, "I love you Callie."

~*~ 



Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 15



24/12/15

This is a slightly edited version of the Pre-arranged Love series that I posted back in 2010.

Daybreak broke with chittering birds, the rising sun casting the landscape in a sea of waking colours accompanied only by the sharp taste of fresh air. I frowned, the dreaminess of being only half-conscious diffused. My eyelids fluttered as the last vestige of the dream-world faded and last night's events brought my mind to a state of full wakefulness. My breath hitched and I opened my eyes. The curtains had been pulled apart and the morning light shone into the cabin without abandon. Instinctively I reached up an arm to shy away from the sudden light my eyes had not yet adjusted to.

"You're awake."

A soft gasp parted from my lips and I sat up abruptly. The sheet was already pooled around my navel and I turned to see Llewellyn seated in the chair by the bed, an easy smile playing on his lips. His hair was tousled slightly and the sunlight brought out the streaks of gold in it. The flush in his face hinted that he had been out already, his linen shirt parted in a V neck. Before I could carry on my observation he sat himself on the bed and proceeded to lean forward to kiss me. His hand came around the back of my neck, cupping me gently as his lips descended over mine... softly and with a sweetness I didn't think I had felt before.

My heart leapt. Opening my mouth to him I invited him in... enticing him... and his tongue darted across my lips to swirl against mine playfully. I wrapped my arms around him, circling his neck with every intention of pulling him back to bed with me. It was at that point Llewellyn broke the kiss, pulling away. Confusion swept over me and I looked up at him unable to understand his rejection.

"If we continue... I'm afraid I won't be able to stop," Llewellyn murmured.

I smiled, laughing a little as I leaned in to whisper, "But I don't desire you to stop."

A soft chuckle greeted my ears and Llewellyn brushed his fingers across my cheek, "A tempting offer my sweet Callie but the day is young, I would enjoy it with you before we return."

"Return..." I repeated his word, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of my stomach.

Llewellyn brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear, "Shh... it will be alright Callie. Trust me." Llewellyn smiled as he got off the bed, "Breakfast is ready my lady."

I laughed, allowing Llewellyn's words to ease away my fear as I reached for the breeches discarded on the floor, only to have Llewellyn tug them away, "Not the breeches."

I looked up to find a strange expression on his face and fought back the urge to laugh. In a tone of amusement, "Then what am I to wear?"

A grin spread over his face, "Perhaps nothing?"

I stared at him before I realised he was quite serious. "No, hand me the breeches."

The mischief in his eyes gave him away and I made a lunge for the breeches only to have him pull them out of reach, his laughter spilling around me. An arm snaked around my waist and the impact pulled me against his chest. The sudden contact made my breath catch and I felt the light touch of his lips brush against the sensitive skin on my neck, trailing soft kisses towards my collarbone before he brought his lips to my ear, "But no one will see you here. Surely, you wouldn't deny me?"

I tried to remember how to breathe properly, "Please... Llewellyn..."

I felt the shudder on his breath, the tip of his nose running down my cheek and I arched my neck instinctually, no longer in control of my own volition.

"Llewellyn... stop..." I barely heard my own whisper.

"I don't want to let you go." His murmur whispered across my skin as his arm tightened its hold around me momentarily before he released me with a wistful sigh, "But you will find suitable garments in the closet."

I let out my own breath, not sure whether I was relieved or disappointed. Eyeing the closet I looked at him suspiciously before walking over to it, pulling it open only to gasp at the wide array of kirtles and corsets displayed before me. I spun around, accusing, "An entire wardrobe?"

Llewellyn spread his arms seemingly in a gesture of innocence, "I can promise you I had nothing to do with it, "I suppose the Staffordshire servants thought it was necessary".

There was no denying the self-satisfying tone in his voice.

Giving him a final glare I resigned myself to my fate and briefly shifted through the numerous gowns and kirtles that the servants had seen fit to place at my disposal before pulling out a light emerald kirtle. Turning around I held it up, "I enjoy the colour of this one. What do you think?"

Llewellyn came over to take the kirtle, "Anything that pleases my lady." He inclined his head with a smile dancing on his lips before he laid the kirtle on the bed.

I suppressed my laugh but Llewellyn compelled a smile out of me before I turned back to the closet, picking out a corset and a chemise.

As I placed them over the bed Llewellyn came up behind me, his arms snaking around me lightly, a husky quality to his voice, "Allow me to help you dress."

I laughed, memories of the first time he had dressed me coming to surface. Reaching up to wrap an arm around his neck I turned my face up to him, his lips to brush over mine before I murmured, "What shall I do for you in return then?"

Llewellyn sucked in a breath and I smiled at the rise I had coaxed out of him, "My sweet Callie, you have learned to play a dangerous game." A low husk and a smile accompanied the sound of his voice, "Very well, rest assured, I will collect payment."

Heat suffused my skin, pooling between my legs as I tried to keep my breathing steady. Llewellyn chuckled as though he knew what he had done to me and I pursed my lips, determined to win.

Shifting out of his embrace I reached for the chemise, turning around as I held it out to him, a coy smile on my lips, "I believe this garment is first in order."

Llewellyn inclined his head in mock courtesy as he accepted the garment. Wordless I pulled my arms up, allowing him to slip it over me, devious thoughts running through my mind and yet, the blatant brush of his thumb across my nipple as he pulled the garment down caught me completely unprepared. A chuckle greeted my gasp but Llewellyn was already turning me around, his lips brushing over an earlobe, "Now hand me that corset."

I reached forward to pick up the corset, desire coursing through me at his simple command; the thought of what he might and could do to me enough to make the warmth between my legs arch higher yet. I took a steadying breath and closed my eyes, focus...

The corset slipped from my fingers and Llewellyn carefully fitted it over me. I sucked in a breath as his fingers tightened the laces, brushing tantalisingly over my waist and lingering at moments longer than necessary. I smiled at the tease, arching a little to accommodate him but it was the feel of his lips dipping down my neck, his tongue darting across my skin in a soft caress that made me arch instinctively, leaving no question as to what state my desire was in. A moan slipped from my lips unbidden and Llewellyn chuckled.

I blushed furiously, realising what Llewellyn had done.

"Yes love, be careful how you play with me." Llewellyn kissed the skin near my collarbone, his voice infused with the faintest trace of amusement before he murmured, "I think we can forgo the hoses today, so the next garment in order would be that kirtle."

Llewellyn slipped in front of me to pick up the light emerald kirtle. I raised my arms and he lowered it over my corset, dropping to his knees as he pulled it down over my hips, attaching it to the corset with the laces. At that point he gently grasped my hips, bringing his head against my abdomen. My lips parted in surprise as I realised what was hoping to hear. With a sigh he stood, "Callie..."

I pressed my fingers to his lips, unwilling to let reality intrude upon our moment, "Shh."

Llewellyn smiled and tugged me forward, "Come then," his voice a soft murmur as his fingers brushed over my cheek, "You look lovely, my sweet Callie..."

I smiled at his endearment.

His eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as he opened the cabin door, "And the day awaits us yet."

Laughter spilled from me as he pulled me forward, his hand warm against mine, gentle yet firm in its hold and somehow I knew he wouldn't let go. A strange feeling of warmth and giddiness spread through me and I picked up our pace, running as I knew how to run; alive with the intoxicating taste of freedom. The touch of grass beneath my feet brought back all the familiarity of the place and Llewellyn's warm laughter spilled around me as flashes of memory imprinted themselves in my mind and I took my own path down the green meadows to the clear lake as it kissed against the sandy shore.

Llewellyn's arms wrapped around me as I curled my toes into the warm sand, his chuckle bringing his breath whispering across my skin, "You certainly know how to run like the wind."

"Yes," I agreed cheerfully.

His throaty chuckle made me smile and we stayed that way for a few moments, content in the warmth of a lover's arms. I closed my eyes, basking in the delicious feeling of being where I was before Llewellyn's voice drifted through my thoughts, "Take a stroll with me."

His fingers curled through mine as we began walking. Stretched out before us were miles of the sandy shore as it followed the generous arc of the lake. Tranquility set in and we walked in silence, languidly as our feet sank into the sand. Yet despite the peace that had settled around us, my thoughts inevitably strayed to darker places as the events of recent days replayed themselves in my head.

The image of the man perched in the tree with his bow aimed at me drove itself through my head, his cry as Llewellyn's precisely shot arrow brought him tumbling down. And then what had happened? The men who answered to the Outlaw Prince had promised to investigate the matter... I frowned, their allegiance was no small matter... it would explain how Llewellyn had been able to find me. But if that was the case, then it would follow that Llewellyn knew the Prince. I turned it over, recalling the conversation between Llewellyn and Monsieur Pierre I had overhead in the library; that was the first mention of the Prince... the hooded figure flashed through my head and my eyes widened as the pieces clicked together. I stopped.

Llewellyn came to a stop beside him, turning to me as a questioning look preceding his question, "What's the matter?"

"Llewellyn..." I stared at him, the idea that this was impossible raced through my head, the clues I had not picked up before seemed obvious now, "You know the Prince."

It was a statement yet I needed him to confirm it.

Llewellyn's eyes widened and I watched as comprehension dawned. He jaw set, caution carefully covering his emotions as he replied, "Yes."

I took a deep breath, his answer wasn't a surprise yet some part of me was reeling. This had something to do with me and where I was concerned, the past followed close by on my heels, "Who is he?"

Time seemed to stop as Llewellyn met my gaze, penetrating, searching as though he needed to know I was okay. I could see the moment something in him shifted and his lips parted to whisper two very familiar words; "Alexandir Stafford."

Oh.

Emotions washed over me and my head reeled, assaulted by a cacophony of feelings I had no words for. Shock? Elation? Anxiety? I tried to take in a breath, the stranger that I had come to know in my few scattered memories seemed to belong to somebody else, confined to a past that held no more substance than a dream, yet somewhere deep in my subconscious a girl cried, lost in the relief that her brother was not dead. My legs gave way and I slumped, a soft cry tearing unbidden from my lips.

Llewellyn's arms caught me before I could fall, "Callie..." His hand brushed gently through my hair, his voice soft, laced with the touch of his usual concern, "Callie?" I pressed my head against his chest feeling the rhythm of his heart, squeezing my eyes shut as the pounding in my own heart began to return to normal. Alex was alive...

"Come back to me love."

"I never... thought..." My voice cracked, hoarse and choked with emotions I hadn't even known existed, "I never thought he would be alive, I don't know what to think... I just --"

Llewellyn lifted my chin cutting off my words with a soft kiss before he pulled away, his voice firm, "That's enough Callie. Don't think that you must have certain thoughts to think. Without your previous memories, I imagine your feelings at this time are quite difficult to understand but I promise you, all will be well."

His lips pressed a kiss to my forehead, pulling away as his thumb trailed down my cheek, catching my lips briefly before dipping under my chin, I glanced up at him and he smiled wryly, "Now that you know the Prince is your brother, let us put it aside and enjoy the rest of what this day has to offer. Yes?"

I nodded, glancing away as I tucked my next question aside; I would have to find out later.

Llewellyn laughed as his fingers caught my chin, bringing my face back, "Ok, I've seen that look on your face before and judging from experience it's more trouble than it's worth."

He sighed, smiling with resignation, "I should know better than to think your barrel of questions would have expired. So tell me, what was on your mind."

His attentiveness made me smile and I chuckled even as heat crept up my neck, surprising myself that I would still blush under his attention, "It occurred to me that Alex should have known that my uncle was the culprit. It doesn't make sense that he hasn't revealed Uncle Devon for what he is and what he had done."

Llewellyn frowned, his eyes narrowing in thought, "I hadn't thought of that, but now that you mention it, you're right."

His demeanour changed and he looked at me with a troubled expression that hinted his sense of urgency, "We should return."

Ice coursed through me, laced with the bitter taste of fear at his sudden change in plan hinting that something may be wrong, "Is it not just a matter of asking Alex whether he had known?"

Llewellyn looked at me, a worried frown etched over his forehead, his gaze dark, "Yes... and no. If he had known, then I wonder if he had anything to do with your disappearance... also -- this matter rests uneasy on my mind and I think the sooner it is cleared the better it would be for us."

He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, "We need to return to Abercorn but it is a three day ride from here, perhaps two if we ride fast except I don't wish to put you through that pace."

My heart did a little stutter at his concern before I frowned, not liking the pedestal I had been placed on for delicate things.

"I can handle a fast two day ride."

Llewellyn cupped my cheeks, "I know Callie, but forgive me if I desire you and our unborn child to be safe."

My eyes widened and any clever comments that I might have had the wit to come up with disappeared on my lips.

The slightest of wry smiles crossed Llewellyn's expression, shadowed yet by his concern, "Lost for words, my sweet Callie?"

He reached for my hand, lacing his fingers through mine before continuing to walk, "I loathe the idea of leaving you but I can't send you back to Staffordshire. It seems the only option I have left is to send you to Alex."

Something in his words lit a candle of anger in me and I slid my hand out of his, "I am not a porcelain doll Llewellyn. Do not cart me off to my brother like a delicate possession."

I fumed, old feelings surfacing, "Is that what I am to you?"

Llewellyn looked at me, his expression taken aback yet when he spoke his tone was lightly laced with frustration, "No, Callie, you know that is not what I meant --"

"Then let me come with you!"

Llewellyn studied me intently and I watched as an intense array of contrasting emotions flickered across his features before he relented, his voice tight, "Very well, but you will remain within my sight or by God I will make sure you never set foot outside my estate again."

His tone held all the marks of severity and I arched an eyebrow, not entirely sure he was just bluffing.

He ran an agitated hand through his hair, "I am serious Callie. The fear of losing you is not pleasant."

For a moment I was stunned, had I really had affected him such?

"I won't leave your presence, I promise", I whispered softly.

Llewellyn's hand slipped through my hair, pulling me against his chest briefly before reaching for my hand, his fingers easily slipping through mine, "We should return to the cottage," he grimaced, "You need to don those god awful breeches again. Unfortunately I admit they make a good disguise."

I stared at him stunned before laughter spilled from me, clutching a hand to my waist as his expression soured further. There was something too raucously funny in that Llewellyn could still pout about what I would wear, given our current situation.

"Oh, laugh do you?"

Llewellyn tilted my chin, his blue eyes boring into mine, "We shall see how hard you can laugh when I have you back in Abercorn, safely ensconced in my arms, my sweet Callie, because you will be clothed in only as much as I desire."

His lips quirked slightly, a smile forming behind his dark expression as my mouth parted in surprise, "Oh."

My voice sounded husky by the time I had rearranged my thoughts and formulated an attempted snarky reply, "I suppose we shall see."

Llewellyn smiled in good humour, "Of course."

~*~

Llewellyn had not been bluffing when he had indicated that it would be a hard two days ride. I slid from the saddle, grouchy from the saddle sores though determined yet not to voice a single sound of complaint. We had arrived at an inn and it would be another full day's ride before we reached Abercorn. I frowned.

Llewellyn dismounted and handed me the reins to Obrion with a soft murmur, "Don't be too long." It was my job to take the reins given my disguise as his squire.

I nodded before setting about tethering the horses to the post, watching as he strode past the courtyard and into the hall, the stiffness in his posture the only sign that he was displeased at having to walk away from me.

I finished tethering the horse Llewellyn had purchased for me in the event of making our guise more seemly and made my way into the hall. The sound of conversation being had was accompanied by the click of utensils; the smell of food and the subtle daft's of more unpleasant odours. I looked for Llewellyn, feeling out of place and irrationally worried that people would see a girl and not a squire.

I spied him at the end of the hall, presumable talking to innkeeper. He looked up, a small smile forming as he beckoned me over. The innkeeper glanced at me without particularly looking at me before handing Llewellyn a key, exchanging a few more words of nothing before walking away.

I fell in step beside Llewellyn as we ascended the stairs; silence our only guide before we found our room, "I've arranged for them to send up hot water and our meals."

I nodded, weariness washing over me as I slipped into the room. The door clicked shut behind me though I barely heard it, already drifting away on the semi-soft bed. Llewellyn slipped up behind me and I mumbled my appreciation as his hands slid over my back, kneading out tensions and my mind floated. It wasn't until a knock on the door startled me to wakefulness that I discovered Llewellyn had already dragged my breeches down and my shirt was halfway up my chest. I let out a mortified gasp as Llewellyn opened the door, half expecting the stranger to walk in and find me in my indecently clad state. After a terrifying moment Llewellyn turned back to me, his expression amused before he leaned down to pick up two big pails of steaming water, "Relax Callie, did you really think I'd let him come in to find you naked on the bed?"




Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 15



I sat up, groggy as I watched Llewellyn making short work of the pails, the water sloshing as he tipped it into the tub. He came over, walking his fingers up my exposed belly, "Although, I admit the idea does possess intrigue. Now this has to come off."

Still caught in the ruffles of drowsiness I obliged easily and the shirt slid off, though I let out a protest as he picked me up, carrying me across the room, "Still resisting are we?"

"Yes, you better put me down," I pouted.

He chuckled. Before I had time to reply hot water scalded my bottom and I squealed in embarrassing surprise. Llewellyn kissed me lightly on the lips, "I must admit, you are rather adorable when you're drowsy."

The water crept up as Llewellyn lowered me into the tub. Heat flushed my cheek as embarrassment stole over me again at the intimacy of his action and I remembered another time in a similar tub. Smiling I spread my legs, the water clear enough for Llewellyn to follow the curve of my inner thigh to its juncture and his soft intake of breath was all I needed. My hand trailed down, caressing over my belly as I slid it further, parting my lips to afford him a better view, murmuring as I looked up at him, my lips inches from his, "Does this please you my Lord?"

"You're teasing me", he breathed, as though the revelation should shock him.

The corner of my lips curved into a small smile, "I suppose I am."

His classic chuckle greeted my ears, "Vixen."

I laughed, closing my legs only to find Llewellyn's hands pressed against my inner thighs, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he tutted, a dangerous undertone in his voice, "I don't think so. Open your legs."

Heat pooled between my thighs at his simple command and perhaps it was the hint of fire beneath it or the knowledge that I was sitting in a tub of steaming water, naked and open to his advances but my legs dropped open and I looked up at him, daring him in silence to touch me.

Llewellyn's lips dropped over mine and he kissed me lightly, "Good girl, now touch yourself for me."

My eyes widened at his request and I dropped my gaze away, my cheeks hot, "I can't."

Warm fingers lifted my chin and I found myself staring into Llewellyn's blue eyes, "Why not."

"Because..." I scrambled desperately for a reason short of admitting I couldn't because I was embarrassed, because only he had touched me there or because I was afraid of seeming clumsy.

"Well?" Llewellyn prodded.

I jerked my head away, "You're the only person to touch me there."

"What a surprise, is that so." The amusement in his tone was not lost on me and I glared at him. Llewellyn's fingers expertly located my right nipple, tweaking it with a precision that made my breath catch but before I could voice protest, his hand had snaked down my belly to swirl teasingly over my lips, lightly caressing and catching my clit.

I let out a staggered breath, "Llewellyn..."

His only response was to bring his other hand into play over my body, manipulating and caressing me in ways that elicited sounds from me only he could. I let out a soft groan, my eyes half closed as I pushed my hips forward but just as soon as Llewellyn brought the passion to a brim, his hand was gone.

My eyes shot open as the place between my legs tingled with unrequited pleasure. I looked up confused, meeting his gaze shadowed with the darker edge passion, the quirk in his lips giving away the fact that he was indeed toying with me.

His eyes latched onto mine and I found myself unable to look away as his lips moved to form a soft command, "Don't make me ask again Callie, touch yourself."

The heat between my thighs stirred itself higher yet as wetness pooled at his simple command and my hand drifted lower. With an almost reverent hesitancy my finger brushed over my clit, my lips parting at the sensation, the same yet strangely different... or perhaps it was the intensity of Llewellyn's gaze...

His voice spurred me on, seductive in a mesmerising web of sounds, "Good girl, circle your clit."

My eyes fluttered shut as I drifted my finger around my nub, catching it ever so slightly. Llewellyn's lips dropped over a nipple and I arched, lapping up the feel of his tongue swirling delectably around my hard nub. Another finger found its way towards my entrance, sliding in without effort and I caressed myself, wanton and wanting, needing.

My finger pressed over my clit, circling harder and faster as I drew towards that delicious climax. My breath came out in a short gasp as I poised on the edge, my hips pressing forward of its own accord ready to tumble into a delightful ecstasy before Llewellyn's hand clamped around my wrist in an iron manacle, tugging my fingers away from my clit with an ease that made me gasp, "No!"

Llewellyn's only response was to growl softly at the back of his throat as his other hand clamped down over my thigh pulling it open to negate my attempt at clenching my legs.

I glared up at him desperately, "Why."

Llewellyn smiled, mischief dancing in his eyes, "I rather enjoy you this way, besides Callie, you started the game."

I blinked, momentarily confused before I recalled our sexually charged banter in the cottage as Llewellyn helped me dress. Helpless frustration rose, "But that doesn't mean --"

A soft chuckle cut off the rest of my words, "Oh Callie it does, it does mean I can play with you, unfairly as you may seem to think. Now don't just sit there, the water's getting cold and I would like have my bath before that."

Llewellyn held out a towel as I stood, a little shaky as the towel wrapped around me and Llewellyn picked me up, water splashing to the floor as he carried me across the room to drop me gently to the bed. His body curved over mine as his breath whispered over my skin, "Don't go anywhere and don't touch yourself". Llewellyn winked as he withdrew, slipping his shirt off in a fluid motion.

The corners of my lips turned down in a pout, the heat between my thighs smouldering as I watched him, his breeches dropping to the floor briefly accompanied by the flex of his muscles.

Content to watch him the minutes ticked by slowly.

~*~

I drifted, just beyond the reach of consciousness as warm hands ran over my body, between my thighs and I let out a soft moan. Lips danced over my nipples, caressing, teasing, and I writhed, wanting more. Vaguely aware that I was still in slumber, Llewellyn lips between my legs brought me out of the haze, "Oh..." My voice sounded groggy and I looked up, dimly aware that Llewellyn was naked in the darkened room but for a towel wrapped scandalously about his hips. I reached for him, "Did you finish your bath already?"

"Yes."

"And now?"

Llewellyn chuckled, his finger running lightly over my nipple, "And now I think I may take dessert before the main course."

I smiled coyly, "Is that so, and which part of the dessert do you desire my Lord."

A soft hiss of breath and the pinching pressure over my nipple was the only indication that I had upped him a challenge. A tingle coursed through me, setting my nerves alight with fire and perhaps it was Llewellyn's orgasm denial but I wanted him tonight with a different kind of passion, the kind only his possessive touch could light to flames, I wanted to feel the stinging edge of his love, to taste the wild lust he controlled in his possessive touch. I let out a breath and the words departed my lips before I could change my mind, "I'm yours."

For a moment silence hung on the precipe before Llewellyn growled softly, "In the middle of the bed."

I slithered up, not taking my eyes off him as he followed me, predatorily, poised and calm in a way that made my heart race.

Llewellyn dropped his lips over mine, carefully, an edge of roughness to his kiss and it was a kiss of possession. My bottom lip momentarily caught between his before his tongue darted against mine, pushing past my lips to leave no question as to who was in control. His hands dragged over my hips, a soft command parting from his lips, "Turn over".

I complied.

"On fours Callie." Llewellyn admonished softly, as though I should have realised.

My heart thudded but I shifted to my knees, the curve of my back dipping delectably. Time seemed to stretch, heightening the already present taste of anticipation for his touch and I held there, waiting.

Llewellyn's voice whispered in my ear, "You will have to trust me, do you Callie?"

My breath came out in a shudder, "Yes."

As soon as I breathed the word my vision obscured with darkness, the slip of a blindfold tightening behind my head as Llewellyn secured it. My body tingled, the excitement laced only briefly with fear but I trusted Llewellyn.

Fingertips began their slow descent across my body, cool in soft warmth of the room as they traced down my back, languidly, a finger dipping between the crack of my bottom and I gasped at it's intrusion but there was no sound from Llewellyn, just the slow prolonged tease as his finger found the rosebud nestled between the crack. Colour heated my cheeks furiously as he pressed over it, daring me to move away, to deny him what I had proclaimed was his. I let out a staggered breath as Llewellyn's finger dipped lower, trembling slightly as I waited.

"Tell me who you belong to Callie." Llewellyn's voice swept through the darkness.

My eyelids fluttered and I played the coy innocent, "I'm not sure my Lord."

In an instant Llewellyn's fingers were curled over my pussy, gripping me firmly as his thumb found its way into my tunnel and I gasped.

"Are you a little more certain now my sweet Callie?" His voice held a dangerous edge to it though I wasn't afraid.

I shifted, clenching around him, little coils of delight writhing, enraptured by the feeling of being touched this way, the little knowledge that in this moment, Llewellyn truly possessed the word own and I was that object.

"Perhaps."

A dark chuckle greeted my ears, "Callie."

Before I could respond his hand came down over my left cheek in a thud, heat splaying over it and my lips parted in shock, the breath whooshing from my lungs accompanied by the barest of gasps.

"Llewellyn!"

Before I could say more his fingers had drifted over my lips, "Shh..."

My body tingled as his other hand, thumb buried inside me spread over my cheeks, caressing a moment before his hand landed over my buttocks again. Llewellyn didn't wait to accommodate my response as several more firm thwacks came down over my desperately heating bottom.

I gasped, shuddering at the intimacy of being treated such yet I did not desire to escape. Llewellyn's finger traced over my lips, "Shall I continue?"

My mind reeled in uncertainty, finding myself unable to answer such a simple question yet the heat pooling between my thighs seemed more than adequate an answer...

Llewellyn chuckled, his finger running circles over my bottom as his other hand slipped away from my lips to grab a handful of my hair, tugging my head back gently. His lips caressed my arched neck and I felt his tongue dart over my sensitive skin playfully, "I'm still waiting for an answer Callie..."

Unsure if I was still thinking clearly I murmured, "Yes."

Llewellyn kissed me and with no warning another thwack came down, landing squarely over my left cheek again. A soft moan parted from my lips and Llewellyn gave me no reprieve, several more thwacks landing over my cheeks and my hips swayed. He caressed me for a moment before delving lower. I flushed, knowing what he would discover, yet the knowledge that I was dripping for him strangely flushed me with pleasure.

Llewellyn's fingers followed the trail of wetness down my thighs and I squirmed, glad for the darkness that hid the furious blush over my neck.

His finger slipped into me easily and I groaned, thrusting my hips back at him, urging. Llewellyn caressed me gently, pressing over my g spot, his fingers tickling sporadically over my clit, though otherwise parrying against the thrust of my hips and I stayed on that edge of frustration, my breathing heavy, the need to come building to an almost unbearable point. I stopped.

He must have been holding it back because his laughter bubbled around me at that point, his voice thickly laced with amusement, "Are we having fun?"

"How dare you—"I voiced, half furious that he was only playing with me.

My statement was cut short as Llewellyn instantly flipped me over, his hands grasping my wrists.

His voice was a combination of dangerous and amused, "I would be careful what I say Callie. After all, I am not the one blindfolded, naked... alluringly so," Llewellyn pushed my thighs apart with a knee, "Deliciously ready to be taken."

Something wrapped around my wrists and I realised Llewellyn had bound my hands to the headboard.

I gasped, "You..."

"You are mine Callie and I intend for you to tell me in no uncertain terms that you belong to me."

I couldn't suppress the effect his words had on me. Llewellyn's hands grasped my thighs and he murmured softly, "You know it Callie..."

Llewellyn pulled my thighs up, keeping me open and I didn't resist, my pussy tingling at the knowledge that Llewellyn's gaze found every intimate place on me.

"Stay this way."

His weight left the bed and I strained to hear him, the faint rustle of material the only indication of what Llewellyn might be doing. The bed dipped and a moment later Llewellyn had positioned himself between my wantonly spread thighs. I held my breath.

His voice drifted across the space between us, awe and rapture softly laced with desire, "Beautiful..."

I closed my eyes and shuddered as his length slid against me, every nerve tingling as I stretched around him, accommodating him inch for every inch as he buried himself in me. I breathed, sweat and delight mingling, clenching around him, awash in the sensations.

I groaned softly, trying to press my hips forward but Llewellyn remained in stasis, his body held unyieldingly over mine.

Llewellyn murmured softly, "Tell me you're mine Callie..."

"Please..."

"Yes?"

"I want—"

Llewellyn's lips dropped over mine, silencing my words as he pressed his body against mine before his hips swayed, slowly, languidly drawing out of me before sliding back firmly. My attempt to engage him with a dance of my own was held at bay as his hands pressed against my open thighs, holding me in place as he plummeted my depths in his slow sensuousness, leaving no place untouched.

Wild fire drove through me and I tried to arch, possessed by a desire only Llewellyn could fuel to flames. His skin slid against mine and I breathed, heavily. Caught in the darkness, the blindfold soft against my skin, restrained, I was all too aware of every touch, every sensation, movement, breath and my own desire warping out any other thought.

Desperately I cried, "Please, Llewellyn."

Llewellyn's deep growl seemed to reverberate in the small space of the room, "Tell me."

Emotions spiralled through me as I relented, a sense of thrill and rapture coursing through me at the knowledge that it was true, "I belong to you."

His thrusts began in earnest, pushing me to the height of pleasure, the slide of his body against mine a rhythm to the sounds we made and I gasped, feeling the building pressure, the adrenaline that was the rush of ecstasy. Llewellyn's lips clamped over mine, swallowing my cry as he held me there for the briefest moment before we tumbled over the edge, swept away by the mutual pleasure that could only ever be ours alone.

I mumbled before sleep clouded my conscious, "I love you... so much..."

~*~



Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 16



This one is for everyone who ever voted, favourited, enjoyed the chapters and/or told me encouraging things about my writing and characters. For all the support I received five years ago when this was my first serious attempt at writing and to those that picked up the series afterwards, even when I was terrible for not finishing it. Thank you.

~*~

"Good morning."

I was still swimming through a hazy fog when his voice snaked its way through my mind, chasing away the residue of a dream I could barely recall except for a feeling of excitement. I murmured sleepily, incoherently. He chuckled and I felt his lips brush against my skin.

I smiled, "Llewellyn?"

"Yes?"

My eyes fluttered until I was staring into penetrating blue eyes, the shadow of smile on his lips, "Did you sleep well?"

I nodded.

His fingers came up to trace my shoulder, "You looked so peaceful."

His eyes held a warmth, a soft look that I was coming to learn was reserved for me alone. Blushing I rolled away, "Should we get going?"

Llewellyn chuckled, "Yes, but..."

Quickly he followed me, invading my space and I found myself pressed back into the pillows, his lips inches from mine, "May I have a kiss, my lady?"

I laughed, turning my head away, "No."

His fingers pulled my chin back, "Why not?"

I tried to squirm out of his grasp, but it was firm, his eyebrows raised, poised in that manner of his that was a patient demand for an answer.

I played along, continuing last nights game, "That is my prerogative."

Another chuckle followed, seductively almost, "Callie, you're mistaken. You're mine."

His lips captured mine hotly, his hands pulling my wrists above my head as he kissed passionately, tempestuously, a thigh pressing up between my legs and I moaned.

He looked down at me, gaze intimate, dangerous as he questioned, "Isn't that so?"

I swallowed.

A slow smiled drawled across his face, "Well, I do suppose we must get along."

In an instant he released me, slipping off the bed as I watched the sinewy muscles in his arms, his back, shift as he reached for his discarded clothes. Sighing softly, I leaned up on an elbow to watch him. He turned back to me, half dressed.

I smiled, slowly, pulling the sheet away, revealing first my hardened nipples, the sheet continuing its slow descend as I pulled it over the curve of my hips, finally using my feet to push it away. I might have purred, "My lord."

Llewellyn's arousal was hard not to miss. His cock grew to stiffness in a matter of moments and I stared, curiosity drenching my familiarity.

Llewellyn stalked back to the bed, "Oh, my sweet Callie..."

His hand ran a tender trail along my skin, brushing my hardened nipple, first one then the other. Then he sighed, his hand dropping to his side, "No, we really must return."

I pouted.

"Don't be like that. I will have you in more ways than one when you are safely ensconced in my chamber. Duties be damned, I will have you."

My face must have revealed my mortification because he chuckled, "Oh yes Callie, I do intend to do just that."

I managed airily, "Not if I have anything to say about it."

Llewellyn reached for his breeches, his eyes burning, "You don't."

I turned away, slipping out the other side of the bed as I began to pick up my garments, underthings, a linen shirt and breeches like Llewellyn. The shirt slipped over my head.

He began, "Hmm."

I turned around, meeting his gaze, "Hmm?"

He walked over, crouching as his hands brushed along my thigh. Tingles spread over my skin. His hands found their way up, towards the heat between my legs and I blushed as he met my gaze, his fingers slipping between my lips easily. Then smiling, one side of his lips quirking, he leaned forward, hands wrapped around my asscheeks as his tongue slipped delicately over my clit.

A soft moan escaped me and I pressed forward. Llewellyn accommodated me, his tongue circling deftly, smoothly. And then just as quickly he stood, leaning forward to catch my lips in a kiss, voice smouldering, "I think we really must be going."

~*~

Llewellyn's manor appeared over the hill and I let out a breath of relief, not sure how much more riding I had left in me. Llewellyn dismounted, reaching to swing me off, dropping a kiss on my forehead as he set me down.

"Welcome home!"

Countess Katherine came forward, face full of smiles as she greeted Llewellyn. Llewellyn's arm slipped away from my waist as he greeted his mother, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek. Lilliana was quickly next as he lifted her in a customary swing.

"My dear Callie," the Countess clasped my hand, a frown on her forehead, "I am so terribly sorry for what you had to endure."

I smiled, "I am well, my lady."

"Mother, there are some things I would like to discuss later. Will you excuse us for now? Callie is quite tired."

"Of course."

Llewellyn's arm slipped around my waist as he silently guided me into the manor and up the stairs towards his chamber. Our footsteps slipped across the floor before the door closed silently behind us and in an instant I was back. It felt an eternity ago that I'd been standing in his chamber, refusing to travel. The thought brought a smile to my face. The first moment I had laid eyes on Llewellyn... Had I had seen something familiar then?

"My love."

I turned around.

His eyes were on me now, not quite predatory... but pent up desire swirled in the blue depths. I circled, moving away from him.

"You have nowhere to go Callie."

"I'm not going anywhere."

A soft growl greeted my words, "Good."

He came towards me, stalking, and suddenly, for the sheer excitement of it, I turned and ran. Llewellyn's footsteps were quick behind me and a playful shriek slipped from my lips as he hauled me over his shoulder. I found myself landing unceremoniously over the bed, giggling as I turned around. Llewellyn pinned me down, a smile playing on the corners of his lips, "I do have a promise to keep."

Without a second thought for the garments I was in, he slipped my shirt free of the breeches, pulling it up so ferociously that it tore.

"Llewellyn!"

He murmured, his fingers already loosening the the white bands that confined my breasts, "Yes?"

I squirmed, but Llewellyn did not allow an inch, pulling the material free before looking at me, the muscles in his arms taut as he held himself still, his gaze dark, sharp with intent.

I swallowed.

Then lowering his head he captured a nipple in his lips, running his tongue over it, teasing... and then tormenting as I moaned.

His attention turned to my other nipple, carefully and skilfully notching up my arousal.

"Please."

He growled softly, "Yes, Callie, do beg me."

Firm hands dragged my breeches down, and I pulled my legs up, allowing him to pull them off. They were discarded with ferocity. Without missing a beat, strong arms pulled my legs apart and in a firm tug I found myself pulled up against him, his clothes pressed against me.

I was breathless, "Oh..."

He murmured, "Callie..."

Lips found my navel, pressing soft light kisses over me, his hair tickling my skin and I giggled, pushing him away.

Instantly he looked up, hands reaching for mine before he pulled my wrists up, holding my tautly as he pinned me with a look, "Now..."

His other hand traced my areole, circling until he was teasing my nipple, lightly, so ever lightly, that when I arched, his only response was to chuckle, "I play with you, and you, my dear sweet Callie, may not push me away."

His eyes spoke to the mischief in his words. Light tingles danced along my skin to pool between my legs and I arched, wanting more than a little release.

"Tell me. Look me in the eye and tell me, in very vivid details, what you want."

Heat crept into my cheeks, "Llewellyn..."

Llewellyn smiled, "Go on."

I looked away but his fingers on my chin turned me back and I found my lips pressed against his, soft... sweet... and I yielded. It was a kiss made of lovers, of passion and desire, of possessive ownership, except he belonged to me as much as I was his. His hands on my wrists fell away as I reached for him, my fingers snaking through his hair.

He pulled away, lips swollen, an intensity in his gaze that I understood.

"Oh... Llewellyn..."

His words were soft, moulded by an raspy quality, "Tell me."

"You, I want you. I want to feel your lips...", my fingers traced a line down my breast towards my nipple, before circling it lightly, "here..."

My fingers traced along his chest, slipping through the light hairs on his chest to play with the hint of stubble that had appeared on his face, "I want to feel your adoration... your desire... your tenderness... your strength, I — "

Llewellyn caught my hand, kissing my palm softly, "Callie..."

The tip of his cock pressed against my slit before I found myself grinding back on him.

His finger toyed with with a nipple before his lips found the other and I moaned, finding a rhythm to the delicious pressure his cock was bringing to my clit.

I gasped as he suddenly withdrew, flipping me over to quickly position me with my head resting on the bed before in one solid stroke he slid into me, the force of his possession drawing a cry from my lips.

An arm wrapped around my waist. His fingers slid through my hair, pulling me back firmly until my neck was bared to him and soft lips danced along my skin, alighting a state of shivers. He whispered against my ear, voice a seductive murmur, "Do you like this, my sweet Callie?"

He surged against me again, the force of his thrust sending me forward, followed by the loud slap of his palm meeting my buttocks. Heat flushed through me, "Llewellyn!"

But he was relentless and I felt every stroke, every slap of his body against mine, his fingers wrapped around my neck, that held me pressed against the bed, in a perpetually arched position as I offered what he took with relish, the sound of his hand against my buttocks reverberating through his chamber.

A soft whimper slipped from my lips and I bit down, hoping to hold it in check but Llewellyn released his grip on my neck, leaning down to drop a kiss on the curve on my backside, his soft tone a contrast to his words, "Let me hear those sounds you make so piteously."

"Please," I begged, panted... slightly breathless, "Llewellyn, please."

"Ahh... there it is. Again, sweet Callie, beg me again."

The moan could not be held in check and I pressed back, lost to the feelings that Llewellyn could draw from me.

He growled softly, "Good girl."

It tore through me then, and I groaned, feeling myself clench around him. Llewellyn's groan mirrored my own as he surged against me again, our bodies slipping together in a meeting of sweat and arousal before he stiffened and the chamber was filled with silence, only interspersed by our heavy breathing.

His lips found a spot to kiss along my back, "Callie, I love you."

My heart fluttered at the sweet endearment.

He slipped from me to lay beside me, pulling me over him, his fingers brushing my hair aside, a soft thoughtful look on his face... vulnerable. His thumb brushed along my lips, parting them and I nipped his finger playfully.

Llewellyn chuckled.

His laughter was warm and I smiled, leaning forward to drop a kiss on his lips but Llewellyn deepened the kiss, asking for more before I broke away.

Amusement reflected in his eyes. I rolled off only to have him pull me back against his chest, "Goodnight Callie."

~*~

Consciousness seeped through my mind slowly. The feeling of Llewellyn's lips... his hands, the way he touched me. Elation was slow to snake its way through my wakening mind.

"Good morning."

My eyes opened. Clear blue eyes stared back at me, a smile in them.

I stretched, turning over before giving him what I hoped was a seductive smile, "Good morning, my lord."

Sleep clouded my voice and I cleared it, somewhat self-consciously.

Llewellyn laughed, a full sound before he leaned over, lips pressing a kiss against my forehead, "Callie, you have underestimated how endearing you are."

I chuckled, "I take your word for it."

Llewellyn murmured soft approval as his fingers traced gentle patterns on my arm, "I must be leaving now, there are urgent matters at hand that I need attend."

My heart fell through its ribcage as I recalled everything, mostly the fear Uncle Devon had stirred in me, that my mind had pleasantly put aside in the last few days. It was then that I realised Llewellyn was fully dressed, awake long before the sun had dawned over the horizon.

"Will you be seeing Alex?"

Despite all we had shared, Llewellyn's expression was guarded, "Yes."

"Why won't he come here."

"It's too dangerous. Alex is an outlaw, his true identity must be protected. Your Uncle will not be easy to unmask... he has entrenched himself in Court politics and is considered the King's trusted advisor, also the heir presumptive, given that the King has no children and Devon Stafford has the strongest claim... barring Alex."

Llewellyn pressed another kiss to my forehead, "If I do not return tonight, rest assured that I will be back tomorrow."

Then with a light caress of his fingers against my cheek, he left, the chamber door closing softly behind him and then all echoes of his footsteps were gone.

I stared a moment longer, before slipping out of bed to call for Annabel, unease staying with me.

~*~

"My lady!"

I looked around to Isabella hurrying down the corridor. The day had passed mostly in solitude, though the Countess still wanted my presence after supper. Having just left the her company, I cast Annabel a wary look as Isabella approached.

Fear was written across her face, "You must come. Quickly!"

Suspicion rose in me, but I was not unaffected, "What happened?"

"Llewellyn has returned."

My heart thudded, suddenly heavy and I was immediately afraid, "Where is he?"

"The stables."

"Annabel, go tell the Countess."

"Callie, wait, you — "

I ignored the concerned look in her eye, already hurrying away with Isabelle, "Go," I called over my shoulder.

I followed Isabella through the gardens, turning left towards the stables, my pace quickening as I hoped to find Llewellyn, fear and anxiety increasing the sound of my heart beat in my ears.

"What happened? Is Llewellyn hurt?"

I turned to glanced as Isabelle but she had stopped a few feet behind me, an odd expression on her face.

I stepped towards her, "Isabella?"

Her words were soft, "Llewellyn was my first. You came out of nowhere to ruin my life."

I listened shocked, a heavy feeling sinking through me, "Isabe —"

A hand clamped firmly over my face. My shriek would have rent the night otherwise, but it came out muffled. Fear struck through me and I fought. Cold metal pressed against my neck and a voice I did not recognise whispered in my ear, "Silence, or my hand may just slip."

I swallowed, trembling, watching with wide eyes and Isabelle backed away.

"I'm going to release my hand now. Are you going to scream?"

I shook my head slowly.

Before I could draw in a proper breath, my assailant slipped a hood over my head, pulling my arms roughly before I felt coarse rope wrap around my wrists. He was efficient... practiced... I chilled at the thought.

Suddenly I was lifted by another pair of hands, my skirts pulled up and I let out a gasp.

"Don't worry, I only need to tie your ankles."

Rope crisscrossed my ankles quickly and I drew in a sudden breath at the feeling of fingers that were not Llewellyn's.

~*~

They carried me silently until I was jostled into a waiting carriage, and the ground beneath us began to roll away. Fear roiled through me, tempered yet acute. I had no doubt my Uncle was behind this. My death was the only thing to be gained. But why all the trouble to spirit me away? He must want something.

I allowed the thought to comfort me, to give my mind some peace, some plausibility that Llewellyn and Alex would find me. But that thought only brought fear down upon me, striking me with the force of a thunderstorm, what if that was the plan? What if I was bait?

I trembled.

God do not let me be that.

I was lifted from my thoughts when the carriage came to a stop. Moments later, rough hands pulled me down, carrying me into what must've been a dwelling of sorts. The rope was quickly cut away only to be replaced by cold steel. I jerked. Chains clinked. I stiffened at the sound as my arms were pulled above my head. Fear swirled. Breathe... just breathe...

Then the hood was removed. I blinked, unaccustomed to the light. But they came into focus, the room came into focus... small... contained... it must've been a hunting cabin. My gaze drew towards the two men that must've been responsible for my abduction. But they weren't looking at me, and finally I looked up, to the man sitting on the chair by the table, relaxed, stern, familiar.

I swallowed, "Uncle."

His face remained impassive, but in a single motion of the hand, his men were dismissed and they left quietly. Then he stood, seven unhurried steps bringing him towards me. He was silent still, but a hand reached towards me, and I held onto my flinch as he pinched a loose strand of my hair, as though to examine it.

Does he mean to intimidate me?

I held onto my breath, fear licking it's way through me slowly, playing on my thoughts.

He sighed, softly, tiredly, except for the sharp look about his eyes, "Callie, my sweet niece, why did you come back?"

And there it was, vaguely, what looked like sadness. But there was no mistaking the hardness in his gaze.

My voice did not desert me, though the tremor could not be concealed, "Llewellyn found me."

"Of course."

He moved away, somewhere behind me, and then he spoke again, "You know, if you'd have stayed in your bed that night, I would have raised you as my own."

I flinched, disgusted at his words, "I would never... You killed your own family."

"I only intended the death of my brother and Alex."

My voice choked, "Why? Why did you do it?"

Uncle Devon's voice was bitter, "He had everything I didn't. Always."

A tear slid down my face.

He caught it with his finger, thumb brushing away its follower before I jerked away from his touch, chains clinking, anger in my tone chasing away the fear, "What do you want, Uncle. Why am I still alive."

"I need you alive. I have known Alex's death was faked by the knights loyal to Sethamir, and for a very long time my search for him has been in vain. But of course... I was looking in the wrong place. But I feel certain that he will come to me tonight. Do not under-estimate the things we do out of love. It was for the possibility that you were still alive, that he kept the secret of that night all these years."

I shivered, "What are you going to do?"

There was no mercy in his gaze, "I will kill them of course."

His voice raised, "Bring him in."

My heart began to race, adrenaline surging through me at his words.

Devon's men dragged in a semi-conscious man, and to my shame, it was with relief that I stared into the badly bruised face of my father, the one that had raised and sold me, and not Llewellyn or Alex.

"What are you doing?"

"He was paid a fortune to raise you as his own, to marry you off and ensure you never returned nor allow anything that might have triggered your memories of your past. I think we may agree, given the short time you have returned to your betrothed... that he failed in the simple task I set him."

Devon continued, "I have a fitting death for him in mind. I am not so cruel to have you watch him die, so if you have final words, now is the time."

Devon's men released him, securing him to a bolt on the floor before they followed my Uncle out of the cabin.




Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 16



I stared at the limp form of Lathan, lips trembling as I called out to him, the word leaving an odd taste in my mouth, "Father?"

The man stirred briefly. I tried again, "Father."

With struggle he seemed to come around, lifting his head, revealing the dry blood caked along the side of his head. Then he saw me, eyes widening as he realised who I was. Chains clinked as he scrambled back. A hoarse voice greeted my ears, "Callie?"

"Yes, it's me."

His eyes darted around the cabin before finding mine again. Guilt stared back at me.

I did not need to ask why, I did not require his explanation. My voice was soft, "I forgive you."

But tears pooled in his eyes, and he choked as his sobs began slowly, gaining crescendo until his shoulders heaved with each heavy sob, tears streaking down his face, "I'm so sorry, Callie."

I was silent as I watched him, torn feelings in my chest.

"Did you ever love me?"

I held my breath as I waited for his answer.

His eyes were filled with remorse, "I'm sorry."

It was all the answer I needed.

"I'm so sorry."

The cabin door opened then and two of my uncle's men came in, half dragging, pulling Lathan away.

I watched in silence, uncertain what I felt, yet certain it was not his death. The door closed and I was left alone.

I whispered, my words meant for no one, "Me too."

A tear made its way down my face, followed by another one, and then another until they were dropping off my chin and I stifled a sob.

Time began to pass, slowly, crawling through the cabin deceptively, nothing amiss, yet I remained aware of every moment that passed, seeped in fear and dread. I clung to the chains that hoisted my wrists above me, knowing there was nothing I could do except to hold on. I wanted to be rescued... yet the idea of Alex and Llewellyn dead because of me was a reality I could not and would not exist in.

Not even for the child growing in you?

I choked back a sob.

Sounds startled me out of my reverie, and I strained. It was the shout of alert. My heart leapt wildly. Please... please, please...

I waited, helpless. The sound of steel clashing in the distance clawed at me and I tugged, the chains clinking mockingly at my efforts.

Some time passed. Achingly slow as the sound of clashing steel continued.

The door to the cabin was suddenly thrust open. A soft gasp parted from my lips before Llewellyn, eyes dark with a terrible ferociousness, blood staining his shirt, crossed the distance to pull me into a crushing embrace, "God Callie, you're safe."

The weight of his words pressed down on me, and I shuddered, slightly frantic, "Llewellyn... Alex, my Uncle is going going to kill him."

But he ignored me, "Let me get you out of this."

It took several swings before the metal cuffs broke and Llewellyn pulled me against him again, a growl on his lips, "Alex will be fine. But if you Uncle doesn't manage kill him, I've a mind to do it."

Shock whispered through me, "Llewellyn! What are you saying?"

He pulled me along, an arm wrapped around my waist, "We have to go."

"No!"

I stood my ground, firmly, "I'm not leaving without Alex."

Llewellyn swore softly, "Alex planned the whole thing. It was the only way to incriminate your Uncle. He didn't tell me because he knew I would have never given my assent to have you kidnapped the way you were, so he baited me out of the way."

My mouth fell open, "What?"

"Barett, the man that kidnapped you, he works for Alex."

My head spun, "So I was never in danger?"

Llewellyn's face morphed in subdued anger, "That is beside the point."

I murmured softly, "He's my brother, if he hadn't known I wasn't in danger, he wouldn't have..."

The thought trailed off to be replaced by another, "What about Isabella?"

Llewellyn's face was dark, his reply curt, "She's been dismissed."

We slipped behind the fighting, Llewellyn's page and one of his knights shadowing our steps before we reached three tethered horses. Llewellyn easily hoisted me into the saddle.

"Wait — "

My words were cut off by Llewellyn, "Jonathan, Marcus, I'm entrusting her to you."

My eyes widened, "Where are you going?"

Llewellyn let out a tight lipped smile, jesting, "If I'm going to kill Alex, I better make sure your Uncle doesn't get to him first."

"I want to help."

"Then be safe for me."

His eyes were soft as he cupped my hands in his, "Let me know you're out of harms way. Let me protect you. Let me fight for you."

He spoke those words with such a fierce determination before turning to Marcus, "I'm leaving you in charge."

Then without another glance at me, he was melting back into the shadows, towards where the fray of fighting was the thickest. My heart thudded in it's cage.

It was almost dawn as we slipped through the trees, staying away from the roads, wind whistling past me as the ground rolled away beneath us. But we were soon accompanied by approaching hoofbeats, gradually growing louder and Jonathan looked back at Marcus with a worried glance. I turned to see him hoist his bow from his shoulders. Fear trickled slowly through me. We continued. I turned back to look again, Marcus had manoeuvred himself so that he was sitting backwards on the horse, an impressive feat. With practiced ease, Marcus slid an arrow from his quiver, nocking it as our would be pursuers melted out of the trees, clad in armour that did not reveal who they fought for, but it could only have been my Uncle.

The arrow flew. A horse neighed as a rider fell to the ground to be trampled. Another arrow flew, followed in quick succession by one more but the men had raised their shields by then.

I swallowed.

Guttural sounds rent the night as my Uncles men gained on us. Jonathan and Marcus drew their swords as we were surrounded. Horses snorted, jittery from the hunt. The circle parted then to reveal my Uncle, "No one needs to die. I am only after my precious niece. Lay down your swords."

I tensed, but Marcus and Jonathan did not move.

It was Marcus that spoke, "My loyalties are to the Earl of Abercorn and his Lady. Let this be a fair fight."

Uncle Devon cocked his head, his expression mild yet chilling, "Your lord is caught up in the midst of the fighting. The foolish Outlaw's Prince has taken the bait and he will surrender the moment he sees that I have his precious little sister. I do not have time for your silly honour code."

He gave a brief nod.

And suddenly bows were drawn and both Marcus and Jonathan slumped from their horses, several arrows buried in them.

Oh God.

I held back a scream, my hands shaking as I gripped the reins, shock and fear written across my face as I stared at what my Uncle had done.

The words left my lips, trembling, "You're a monster."

My Uncles gaze was collected, nothing revealing anything remotely human, "No, I am simply efficient."

Those words chilled me.

And just like that, we were riding back the way we came, my hands bound in front of me with coarse rope. As we approached, I could see that the fighting had ceased, and Alex's remaining dozen men looked up in surprise as Uncle Devon's host of about fifty men descended upon them, circling. With fear I realised this was the real show, any fighting earlier had been a means of luring my brother and Llewellyn to him, but this was the finale.

A mix of emotions tore through me, at the helm, helplessness... my inability... uselessness... my responsibility for everything. A shudder tore through me.

I watched as Llewellyn and Alex came out of the cabin, Alex's face sporting a dark bruise that Llewellyn must've given him. He saw me then, his reaction turning to shock and I could see the franticness in which he drew his sword, moving towards us only to be stopped by Alex. They were outnumbered four to one. I glanced at my Uncle, watching as he dismounted, gesturing for his men to bring me. Rough hands handled me, pulling me off the horse before walking me over to my Uncle and I stumbled, losing my footing only to have the soldier haul me up.

Uncle Devon began, "Alex."

And for the first time in a decade, I heard my brother speak, his voice a deep baritone, "Let my sister go. This feud is between us."

"Well that is precisely why she is here."

It happened far too quickly. His boot dug into my back and I fell, a cry tearing from my lips as my Uncle gripped my hair, jerking my head back unceremoniously before for the second time that night, cold steel pressed against my neck. I sucked in a breath. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the hard, weapons at the ready stance of Alex's men, but they were waiting for his command. Llewellyn's sword was likewise drawn, his gaze meeting mine resolutely. Stay calm.

"Call off your men."

Alex gestured, and one by one, they lowered their weapons to the ground.

"I require your surrender as well."

I let out a gasp, "Alex, don — "

My words were cut off as the blade pressed against my neck, drawing a thin line of blood but the fear was easy to dismiss at the knowledge of what my Uncle intended to do.

The words rushed from my lips, "He will kill you!"

And I threw my weight back, catching my Uncle off guard and he stumbled, but that was enough for Alex's men to react.

Alex roared, "Get down!"

And I found myself in the midst of flying arrows.

But in the fray Alex and Llewellyn had crossed the distance, strong arms pulling me back and I found myself in Llewellyn's arms. I looked up to see Uncle Devon, priceless disbelief written across his face as Barett disarmed him and then he fell forward from the blow Alex dealt. I gasped as Alex raised the sword, his boot digging into Uncle Devon's back as he leaned down and spoke words that were clear for all to hear, "As tempting as it is to drive my sword home, I will not. Your death will be a public spectacle upon the charges of treason."

With my Uncle pressed into the dirt, the tip of the sword raised, his men revealed the extent of their loyalty by turning to flee. Chuckles went around Alex's men and he looked up with an expression that made my heart clench, "Comrades, I have waited so long for this moment, I cannot thank you enough for standing with me. I will not forget all you have done for me. Especially you, Barett, I know it was not easy pretending for all those years."

But his men only clasped each other in a gesture of solidarity before coming forward to help take Uncle Devon prisoner, dragging him away until only Alex, Llewellyn and I remained.

And just like that it was over. Alex stood, his gaze fixed on me. My throat constricted as he cocked his head, an easy smile beginning on his lips. Llewellyn cut away the ropes on my wrist.

He grinned, "Do I not deserve a greeting?"

And I returned the grin, customarily, "Hello Alex."

He strolled over and I met him halfway for the bear hug that made me choke up again.

Alex's words were laced with affection, "I am so glad and so sorry for everything."

I swallowed, "I don't blame you for a thing, Alex."

"I was not there for you."

"You couldn't have been. Stop it! Your ability to find yourself at fault is positively occult!"

Alex chuckled at my response, "Yet I have been remiss in my responsibilities."

He released me to turn to Llewellyn, an inflection of pride in his voice, "My sister was always an impossible child. I must say if you want her, you will be bearing the burden of her stubbornness and often cheek," Alex grinned, "She had a brother that let her get away with everything so she did. Or has she changed now?"

I stared, "Alex!"

Llewellyn laughed, pulling me against him, "So I have your blessing to marry her?"

"Yes, wholeheartedly. Father would have wanted it."

Llewellyn pressed a kiss over my head, "I couldn't want anyone else."

Alex studied us momentarily, his eyes settling on Llewellyn's hand around my waist.

"Now let's not get ahead of ourselves..." And Alex inserted himself between us, tossing an arm over Llewellyn's shoulder and mine, "Our first order of business should be to celebrate. Good food and wine and..."

He continued as we walked and I held back a chuckle as Llewellyn glanced at me, expression revealing a slightly pained mortification.

But I could imagine the good things to come.

~*~

I find myself hoping that I have not disappointed with the finale... yet uncertain how I could have made more fireworks or tied a bigger knot with the loose ends, so to speak, lol. Speaking of endings, I found an ending I had originally semi-written a very very long time ago before I'd even completed most of the chapters. It was a sad one. :D

Thank you for reading! If you think the ending could have been improved, I would love to hear about it. :)

Kit