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At the middle of the night, Sarah was still looking out the window. James told her he would be back by now. Where was he? Was he hurt? She decided to go to bed, since her eyes were burning from staying awake this long.

She was awoken by someone knocking at her door. She always felt a little nervous every time James would not be with her. She rushed to the door, hoping no one would announce her bad news. She half-opened the door and her eyes settled on Colonel Tavington.

"Colonel Tavington?" she said wondering what he was doing here.

"Sarah, I came here to talk to you," he said as he pushed the door open to make his way inside the bedroom, locking the door behind him.

"Colonel-"

"William. I told you to call me William," he said softly.

"Colonel, this is improper. James could be back any minutes now."

"No, he won't," he affirmed. "I sent him on a three days patrol this morning," he explained when he saw her worried look on her face.

He looked her up and down, a luscious smile appearing on his face. She felt his heavy gaze on her and grabbed her robe to cover her figure.

"You said you wanted to talk to me, but I think this can wait until the morning," she said as she walked back in the room, putting the bed between them.

"Ever since you came to me yesterday, I cannot keep you out of my mind," he said as he walked predatory toward her.

She swallowed hard, as he stopped in front of her. His hands raised and encircled her waist, as he applied his body to hers.

"Colonel, please. You cannot stay here," she said as she tried to push him back.

"Call me William," he said as he pushed her hair behind her ear. He brushed his lips against her forehead, as she was much smaller than him.

"William, please. Don't," she replied as she tried to move her face away from his reach. "How much did you have to drink tonight?" she asked, smelling his breath.

"Enough to calm my nerves. Yesterday, you showed me that in a moment of doubt, I was to one you came to. You know I have been longing for you for years. And now, you want just the same. I got rid of your colonial husband so we can have time together, undisturbed," he said before leaning his face to kiss her.

She felt his hands caressing her back and buttocks. Her heartbeat accelerated, her cheeks felt hot. She tried to push him away once again, but he grabbed her wrists in from of her, in an iron grip, so tight she knew she would bruise.

"You are hurting me. Stop now," she said. He slapped her face, hard.

"You will not turn me down a second time. I am not a man you can say no to," his blue eyes were cold, but looking at her with an intensity she never felt before. "I want you," he said as he kissed her neck. "And I will have you, Sarah."

He let go of her wrist, his hands touched her shoulders before making their way to the rim of her robe. He slowly pushed it over her shoulder and it felt to the floor. His fingers grabbed the rim of her nightgown and slid it over her shoulder again. His head tilted to the side as his gaze lingered on her breasts. Automatically, her hands tried to hide her now naked body.

"William, please. I beg you," Sarah whispered. She was shaking inside. She knew he would not stop from the look in his eyes, but she had to try.

He did not seem to hear her. His fingers undid the buttons of his jacket, and let it dropped to the floor. Then, he worked his waist coat and soon, his shirt followed to the floor. He grabbed delicately her wrists and placed her hands on his chest. She could feel the heat irradiating from his skin, his heartbeat under her fingers.

His lips kissed her neck and made their way down her chest. His hands tightened their grip on her back as his lips softly wrapped around her nipple. She closed her eyes. She could feel tears running down her cheek, but felt frozen. Memories from the day intruders came in her house and almost raped her came back to her mind. She could not move. She felt like her soul had left her body. All she felt was culpability; if she would not have gone it his room yesterday, he would not be here right now.

A sigh escaped from her mouth as his tongue circled her hardened nipple. He was an experienced lover and knew how to pleasure a woman. She could not believe how easily her body betrayed her. He raised his head and looked straight in her closed eyes. He grabbed her arms and pushed her back on the bed. She obeyed; afraid he would hurt her again. She knew she could not escape what was to come.

Lying on the bed, her eyes still closed, she felt his weight pinning her, as he resumed his kisses. She tried to picture her husband kissing her, instead of another man. He could not believe he was finally having the woman he dreamed of. Her soft skin was intoxicating. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her tights, squeezing her breasts.

When he pulled away from her, she opened her eyes, hoping naively he was done. She saw him take off his pants, freeing his impressive length. He caught her looking at his erection and William moaned, perceiving her gaze as desire for him. He tugged languidly at his member a few times, while walking back to bed. He straddled her waist, preventing her from moving.

She closed her eyes once again. Her mind wandered to more positive memories, before this war. She pictured very clearly the time when James caught her arm before a coach hit her at the theater, his strong arms holding her close for the first time. She pictured his face, focussing on his blue eyes looking deeply at her; she remembered the scar he has on his right cheek. She realised she didn't know how he got it. She thought about how she would blush every time he told her he loved her, even after years of marriage. She remembered how she was proud of being his wife since the very first day. She recalled how he would laugh when she would get mad for a stupid reason; how he would take her in his arms and kiss her neck to help her change her mood. She thought about how special he made her feel.

Colonel Tavington pulled away from her, rolling on his back, exhausted and satisfied. He looked at Sarah next to her in bed, lying down on her stomach, her face buried in the pillow. He brushed the tip of his fingers along her spine, grabbing firmly her buttocks. He leaned over her body, placing his face in her neck, smelling her.

"I am looking forward to our next encounter, my beautiful Sarah," he whispered in her ear.

He got dressed, looked at her one last time before he exited the room, making sure he was unseen. She sighed of relief when she heard the door close behind him. She grabbed a bed sheet and wrapped it tightly around her body, falling in a sleepless dream.