TheNiteSiren
Virginal Temptress
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Year: 1845
Place: Atlanta, GA
Fiona Davenport tried her hardest to pay attention to the conversation going on between her parents and her younger cousin, Irma but her mind kept wandering back to the events that had changed her outlook on love. They had been having a picnic in the countryside when there was a ruckus coming their way. The police were chasing a man on horseback. Irma promptly fainted dead away at the excitement while Fiona just rolled her eyes at her cousin. The situation was far enough away from them that she was comfortable where they were. From the looks of it, the bandit went riding into the woods. Two men reappeared from the brush. “We cannot find him, Captain!”
She thought she heard one of the horses whiny and stood to check on her mare, Lilly. Fiona hoped no one touched that mare because she had been a gift from her grandfather. Lilly was tied to a tree nearby but before she could see to the horse, Fiona felt an arm around her waist and a hand over her mouth. Her first instinct was to fight back but a deep voice just chuckled in her ear. As if in mild fascination he turned her about, bracing her body against a tree. His long dark hair was tied back with a leather cord.
Fiona examined him. He had a nice jawline, the kind a woman would like to nibble. Even the black mask did nothing to hide the handsomeness of his face and the pure raw masculinity exuding from him. Who was he? There were a few moments when he barely held her and his fingers were almost caressing her. She felt a pull to him that she had never felt with anyone else. Her pulse rate accelerated in her neck and her breathing became a little ragged. Her eyes looked down at his lips and she heard a groan vibrate through that hard body.
He leaned in towards her, his lips primed to kiss her and Fiona was primed to let him. There was something about him that attracted her but she had no idea who he was. She felt his body press into hers and a low moan came from her own lips. She swore she heard a low growl come from him as those lips closed over hers. The sensation was like being struck by lightning, bringing her to life right then and there as he kissed her. His hands undid the pins in her hair and her long brown hair fell past her shoulders in soft waves.
The kiss grew deeper, stealing what breath she had in her. “Who are you?” He didn’t answer her but only smiled and kissed her again. “FIONA!” Her cousin was yelling for her. “You have to go. She will come looking for me soon enough. I saw the police heading west. If you stick to the woods and head east, then you should be fine.” He smiled again, looking almost surprised by her aid and kissed her again softly this time. Now sitting in a settee while her cousin related the day’s excitement, Fiona finger her lips, thinking of the masked man that had given her the first taste of passion she had ever had. A part also ached because she had no idea if she would ever see her masked man again.
Place: Atlanta, GA
Fiona Davenport tried her hardest to pay attention to the conversation going on between her parents and her younger cousin, Irma but her mind kept wandering back to the events that had changed her outlook on love. They had been having a picnic in the countryside when there was a ruckus coming their way. The police were chasing a man on horseback. Irma promptly fainted dead away at the excitement while Fiona just rolled her eyes at her cousin. The situation was far enough away from them that she was comfortable where they were. From the looks of it, the bandit went riding into the woods. Two men reappeared from the brush. “We cannot find him, Captain!”
She thought she heard one of the horses whiny and stood to check on her mare, Lilly. Fiona hoped no one touched that mare because she had been a gift from her grandfather. Lilly was tied to a tree nearby but before she could see to the horse, Fiona felt an arm around her waist and a hand over her mouth. Her first instinct was to fight back but a deep voice just chuckled in her ear. As if in mild fascination he turned her about, bracing her body against a tree. His long dark hair was tied back with a leather cord.
Fiona examined him. He had a nice jawline, the kind a woman would like to nibble. Even the black mask did nothing to hide the handsomeness of his face and the pure raw masculinity exuding from him. Who was he? There were a few moments when he barely held her and his fingers were almost caressing her. She felt a pull to him that she had never felt with anyone else. Her pulse rate accelerated in her neck and her breathing became a little ragged. Her eyes looked down at his lips and she heard a groan vibrate through that hard body.
He leaned in towards her, his lips primed to kiss her and Fiona was primed to let him. There was something about him that attracted her but she had no idea who he was. She felt his body press into hers and a low moan came from her own lips. She swore she heard a low growl come from him as those lips closed over hers. The sensation was like being struck by lightning, bringing her to life right then and there as he kissed her. His hands undid the pins in her hair and her long brown hair fell past her shoulders in soft waves.
The kiss grew deeper, stealing what breath she had in her. “Who are you?” He didn’t answer her but only smiled and kissed her again. “FIONA!” Her cousin was yelling for her. “You have to go. She will come looking for me soon enough. I saw the police heading west. If you stick to the woods and head east, then you should be fine.” He smiled again, looking almost surprised by her aid and kissed her again softly this time. Now sitting in a settee while her cousin related the day’s excitement, Fiona finger her lips, thinking of the masked man that had given her the first taste of passion she had ever had. A part also ached because she had no idea if she would ever see her masked man again.
