Surprise and passion

All the way home, Randy's thoughts had turned again and again to his pretty captive and how good she had felt spread open beneath him as he pushed deeply into her. It was wrong, but he knew he would take her again. And not just once he decided! Randy would have to return Lady Marlton in a day or two at the most, but he intended to savour the sweetness of her toned body as many times as he could before he set her free. Randy could not forget that Miss Marlton had been a virgin; her sharp cry and the way her body had stiffened under his as he entered her fueled his desires as he hurried through back to Rainbow Falls.

Several different scenarios played out in his feverish imagination. Miss Charlotte waiting for him like an eager lover, naked and excited under the blankets - or perhaps perched demurely on the edge of the bed like a timid bride awaiting her groom. More likely, Randy admitted to himself, she'd resist him and his lustful advances and he'd have to overcome her resistance all over again. Not that that would be so bad either - more time was spent conjuring fantasies of plundering her sweet flesh as she thrashed and moaned under his hips. His pace picked up even more as he imagined fucking her until her demure protests turned to moans of desire and then finally cries of passion and surrender.

Randy thought he was prepared for anything that his captive might try, by the time he got back to his lair and stepped through the curtain of mist he was more than ready to take Miss Charlotte no matter how she responded to his advances, what he was not ready for though was what he got.

Instead of finding Miss Marlton chained to his bed at his mercy, she was perched prettily by his hearth with a porcelain tea cup in her hand.

"What the Hell?!" Was she a witch who magically slipped from her chains? A careful reassessment assured him that Miss Marlton's escape was more mundane. The manacle he had clamped to her leg was still there, but how she had managed to remove it from the bed was as much a mystery as ever.

"I see you are safe, Mr. Fuller." Charlotte ignored the startled man's expletive and poured him a cup of tea as he wiped the water from his face. She tried her best to project the image of calm confidence, but the tremor in her hand as she poured he tea must surely be betraying her.

"Why are you still here?" Mr. Fuller asked ignoring the cup of tea on the implied invitation to sit. "Why didn't you run to your father?" His question caught her by surprise, she had been very studious in avoiding giving any thought at all to her feelings for the man who had all but ravished her. Charlotte took another sip of tea to give her time to think. She dared not look at the man, especially not into his soulful brown eyes.

"I found your picture of Mary," She glanced at the neat shelf, "and I would not see your mother robbed of both her children."

The dark scowl on his face confirmed any doubts she had about why Mr. Fuller had **** and ravished her. It was not her beauty or charm that had driven the man to spread her legs, Black Brand had ruined her just as his sister had been dishonoured. The Highwayman was not convinced by her explanation.

"That doesn't explain why you are still here, Lady Marlton."

"Where could I go Mr. Fuller?" She lifted her skirts and displayed the black iron ring encircling her slender ankle, "how could I explain this?" Charlotte kept her tone light refusing to let this Highwayman see her mixed emotions. "What a juicy bit of gossip that would make in London. Lady Marlton captured and defiled by the notorious Black Brand." She took yet another sip of tea. "Now that you've spoken to my father it doesn't matter anyways; you've ruined my reputation as thoroughly as you plundered my body."

Mr. Fuller took her hand in his and pulled her gently to her feet, and then raised her chin until she had to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry you became involved in this; my fight was with your father, not his daughter." The raw emotion in Fuller's words was too much for Charlotte and instead of pulling away as she should have she leaned in and lifted her lips in an unmistakable invitation.

The kiss was as fiery as their earlier ones; not as fierce, but equally passionate and Charlotte felt her body respond to his in a way she could not have ever imagined from reading her romances. Thankfully, Mr. Fuller needed her as much as she hungered for him because he swept from her feet and carried her to his bed without once breaking his kiss.