False Impressions
Alexander heard the bedchamber door open . Hushed feminine voices exchanged words .and then the door closed again .
He stirred slowly . Feeling more lethargic than ever before . His mouth tasted like the inside of a horse stall . He frowned trying to recall just how much port had he consumed during the course of previous evening .
It was an effort to open his eyes . When he finally managed to do so , he was totally disoriented . Apparently the walls of his room had changed color overnight . Then the memories of last night came back to him.
He was in Lizzie's bed
Alexander eased himself up from his pillows , waiting for the rest of what should have been a very satisfying memory to emerge . Nothing came to mind except a faint annoying headache.
Why was it that every time he visited Elizabeth in her bed he woke up with a headache ?
He scowled and rubbed his temples .
It was not possible that he could have forgotten making love to his bride . The anticipation had kept him in aching for too long . He'd been suffering for ten whole days . Surely he should have a more pleasurable recollection
He glanced around the room and saw Lizzie standing near the wardrobe . She was wearing the same dressing gown she wore last night .
He had the irresistible desire to take off her clothes and carry her back to bed .
He pressed his memory and found he could only recall a hazy picture of his wife lying naked on the bed . He also recalled his wife's nervousness and that he had come down beside her in order to reassure her and make her accept him . Her response in the evening had already shown him that she was not immune to his charms .
He had reached for her and ...............................................
Alexander shook his head trying to remove the cobwebs from his memory . Surely he had not fallen asleep . He had been consumed with the need to make Elizabeth his ever since he had kissed her on that fateful night . He could not have forgotten
He pushed back the covers . His thigh touched a stiff portion of the sheet , a damp patch that had dried overnight .
He smiled with relief and satisfaction as he started to glance downward .
But a moment later his sense of satisfaction gave way to a sense of disbelief .
The reddish brown stain on the sheet was far too wide .
Impossibly wide
Monstrously wide
What had he done to his gentle delicate wife .
He knew from experience that a virgin on her wedding night did not bleed like a slaughtered calf
A man would literally have to assault her to produce that kind of damage .
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The accidental groom
RomanceA drunken mistake had forced the marriage between a free spirited plain Elizabeth Bennet and the very eligible and dangerous Alexander Haventhrust , the future duke of Cambridge. Would such a marriage of convenience last ? Moving from the glitterin...
