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The night was about to fall back at Fort Carolina. Tavington had to wait for a report from Bordon about the actions of the day. He had his dinner served in his room and could take time to finish paper work before leaving for Wilkins manor tomorrow. This ball is something he would have gladly passed on. The faster battles would be won, the faster this war would be over, and the only thing he would have to do is to spend time with his wife.
Once the paper work done, he was enjoying his third glass of wine by the fire. Maybe forth glass ? He wasn't counting. He was lost in his thoughts, thinking about Charlotte. All he could picture was her naked body, her face when she was beneath him, her messy hair after they had sex. The very first time he saw her at the ball, how beautiful she was, he knew she was the one he wanted for the rest of his life. The very first time he bedded her, he wanted her to enjoy sex as much as he did. He also knew he was a rough lover, so he made sure she was at ease with him before introducing her to his preferences in bed. He knew married women who did not always enjoy their marital duties. He could hear dragoons speak about their wives and Tavington swore to himself his marriage would not be like that. He got lucky though, she would melt every time under his touch.
His mind wandered back to a bunch of their first times together. On their wedding night, the way she shivered ever time his hands would touched her skin. Her eyes clouded with desired as she discovered pleasure for the first time. He took his time with her; made sure he kissed and caressed every inch of her skin. He had to work hard to control himself when all he wanted to do was pound into her, hear her screams until the morning. But she was no wench. For him to take his time, not be selfish and take care of her this way, she was truly making him a different man.
The first time she screamed his name, he will certainly never forget it. They were back from a dinner with friends and each of them had a few drinks, a few weeks after their wedding. Even in the carriage ride home, they could not keep their hands off each other. They almost run to the bedroom, tearing each other's clothing from their bodies. He had her on all four of the bed as he took her from behind, still standing. As he was holding her hips in place, she flipped her hair onto her right shoulder and looked at him, biting her lower lip. Seeing her like that, he lost all control. He grabbed her body and held her tightly against his chest. Her knees still on the edge of the bed, she was the right height to match his hips. One arm hooked around her breasts, his thumb was stroking her nipple as his other hand was holding her hip still. One of her hand rested over his on her hip, their fingers wreathed. Never missing a beat, the more he was pounding into her, the more she was moaning. She rested her head back on his shoulder, her eyes half closed as he started to whisper in her ear how good she felt, and how tight she was. She lifted her other hand behind his head and grabbed a handful of hair above his neck. He felt he was close to his release but tried his best to put aside his needs, not wanting this moment to end. Their hands left her hip as he placed her own fingers on her clit. She gasped as she felt her own touch, shivers traveled her whole body. Still hammering into her, his finger made hers circled her quim. His head dropped back as he felt her muscles tighten around his erection. She was close. That was when he heard her moaning his name for the first time. She had had pleasure in his bed before, but this night was epic. She started to repeat his name again and again, just a whisper at first but yelling as she came undone.
A knock on the door surprised him and brought him back from his daydream. If it would have been Bordon or Wilkins, they would have spoken through the door by now. He was tempted not to answer since he wasn't awaiting anyone, but rose to his feet and opened the door. It was almost midnight and the figure in the hallway had blown the candle. He saw a woman. For a second, he thought about Charlotte when he opened the door. It took him time to recognise one of the officer wives he had met several time before. It was the woman Charlotte could not stand, what was her name again? He could not remember.
"Yes?" he sharply said.
"Please Colonel, let me in. I didn't know where else to go," she said as she pushed her way into his bedroom and closed the door behind her.
"I demand an explanation. What are you doing here?"
"Colonel, I am afraid. Charlotte told me I could always come to her in time of need, that her door would always be open for me. But I see she is not here yet."
Margaret surveyed the room, notice the neatly done bed, the open bottle of wine. She had learnt Charlotte had left earlier that day for Wilkins manor so she could put her plan to execution. She and Charlotte never got along since the first day they met. Margaret wouldn't admit it but she was jealous of her; her youth, her beauty, her dashing husband, her union so full of love. She wanted a man to look at her as Tavington was looking at his wife; even if it meant to manipulate the situation.
"Afraid of what? You should know I am not known for my patience so speak now."
"I was downstairs for a glass of water. You see, my maid was nowhere to be found so I had to fetch it myself. And in the kitchen, a soldier was drunk and tried to… he …" she couldn't finish as she turned around and covered her mouth with her hands.
She had ripped the shoulder of her dress before coming in to make her story believable. She heard his footstep on the hardwood coming closer.
"Are you okay? Maybe I should escort you to your bedroom,"
She was a good actress, he was buying her story. Margaret turned around to face him, and walked the few steps to come closer, inches apart from the colonel. She had been thinking about this moment for some time now. She raised her hands to put them on his chest and tiptoed to try to kiss the man. He firmly gripped her wrists and pushed her away.
"What exactly are you trying to do?" he said, clenching his jaw, trying to tame his anger.
He did not let her time to explain herself and punched her into the wall behind her. She tried to free herself, but his grip was too tight.
"Let go of me!" Margaret yelled.
"Only after you've explained yourself."
"I think I misread your intentions, colonel."
"My intentions? What intentions?"
"The way you looked at me during events and even here in the Fort. I honestly thought you wanted me. How can you be mad at me when YOU were misleading me?"
He was taken aback; how could she possibly believe he was looking at another woman? Rage was burning inside his stomach, but try to remain as calm as he could. She was still another officer's wife. He should not do something he would come to regret.
"You will leave my room and never cross my path again, is this understood?" He spat in between his gritted tooth.
He let go of her wrists only to open the door and threw her out. What a night, he clearly had not seen this ambush coming.