A/N:. Ok Warning Explicit Content this is rated M; so kiddies go away!

Chapter Nineteen: Touch Me; Trust Me

Sophia sighed brushing her beautiful ebony hair back from her face. An evil smirk graced her lips. She couldn't help but feel a surge of pride well through her. She saw the sad dejected look on dear Theresa's face before she ran away...like the child she was. A man like William Tavington needed a woman; not some scared little girl. A man like Tavington; craved the carnal desires of the flesh, and she would be more than willing to give him such. He in turn would save her; from becoming destitute; from being an old spinster; from the possibility of becoming disinherited. Papa was very angry; if she didn't not 'make good' on her obligations soon he threatened to toss her out on the street. Let's see how your companions truly feel for you when you have nothing! He had screamed.
Soon she would be Mrs. William Tavington..All she had to do was get that silly girl out of the way; and turn his attentions to her.

William was not paying her any mind; and she could help but feel a little angry. How dare her not pay attention to her! He stood a few feet away talking heatedly with Bordon and a few other officers. Shifting from one foot to the other Sophia cleared her throat; they paid her no mind. She cleared her throat again louder. It took all the self-control she had not to stomp her foot childishly. Pouting her full dark lips seductively.

"Excuse me gentlemen." She said huskily. Earning all of the men's attention which she flourished in. she turned her attention to the handsome Tavington looking him straight in the eye. She was much taller and more statuesque than Theresa, he would be mad to stay with such a short. Small chested woman Sophia thought triumphantly.
"William would you dance with me?" she batted her eye lashes.

"I do not believe I gave you permission to call me by my Christian name." he smirked. He must be teasing she surmised.

"Do I need it?" she cooed.

"Never." He laughed offering his hand as they made their way to the dance floor.

Theresa chatted politely with a few of the older ladies. They chatted on and on about fashions; and gossip, but she found if she simply agreed she could get on just fine. Her ears perked up a bit as they talked about William.

"Have you heard about the poor boy's father?" the oldest overly made up woman hissed.

"No." a slim red head said giddily.

"I heard he left the poor boy with nothing but his gambling debts!" The ladies sighed.

"How terrible!" Theresa shook her head sadly. She didn't know if it was true, it probably wasn't but how sad. Her eyes roamed the dance floor and her heart jumped her throat when she saw them. Clenching her fists she surrpressed growl. Wrapped in each others arms they danced a little too close for her liking.

"Are you alright dear?" the old cow asked.

"Oh yes I'm fine…" She smiled fakely. She felt her heart soar as she saw Harold rushing towards her. She tried not to laugh as the man seemed to do everything in his power not to break into a sprint.

"Ladies." He nodded greeting the group as he laid a hand in the small of her back. "Lady Theresa would you do me the honor?" he held his hand to her. Slipping her small delicate fingers inside his she smiled.

"I'd love to." She started to allow him to lead her away. "Excuse me ladies." She tossed over her shoulder. Harold wrapped an arm around her middle drawing her to him a little closer than was considered proper, as her took her hand in his they started into a gentle waltz.

"Don't worry love; I'll have him eating out of the palm of your hand." He leaned brushing his lips against her ear. Smiling; she laughed.

"What would I do without you?"

"I don't know...just die out of absolute boredom?" he supplied Pulling her against him, her lead her across the floor twirling her sending her undone hair blowing wildly. Drawing her back in against him he leaned in her ear again. "See with your hair down; everyman in this room can't take his eyes off you. ..Now toss you head back and laugh as if I've said something outrageously funny." And she did without hesitation. Her soft sweet laugh filling the space around them. "He's watching us..." she was about to turn her head. "Don't you dare look at him." Harold hissed.
They danced that way for a while; she could feel him. She could feel Williams hot gaze searing holes in her flesh. She didn't dare look now. Served him right. His sister! How rich!

"Excuse me;" the rich chocolaty voice she knew too well whispered from behind her. The couple paused letting go of each other as they turned to face the icy blue eyes that store down at them looking absolutely murderous. "May I cut in Mister Willaby?"

"By all means;" Harold smirked, giving her bottom sneaky gentle swat. Only then did she see Sophia standing behind William huff indignantly; glaring at the smaller woman. Without so much as a second thought William pulled Theresa's body flush against his. As he towered over her, her heart beat rapidly in her chest. He was angry. It radiated off him.

"What do you think you are doing?" Sophia huffed, stamping her foot. Harold smirked knowingly and shrugged.

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

"You" she hissed pointing a finger at Harold. "Are helping her."

"Oh!" he smirked. "Of course I am. You're a harlot!" he hissed between clenched teeth. Sophia's lips gaped as her brown eyes widen considerably. "Everything you touch turns to dirt; I care for her dearly, and I won't let you hurt her."

"I..I .."

"Shut you godforsaken mouth; you'll catch flies like that." Harold said harshly, before he quickly turned on his heel leaving her standing in the middle of the dance floor completely alone.

"What are you doing woman." William broke the uneasy silence between them his icy blue eye still boring down burning her with his gaze.

"What?" she said honestly confused this time.

"Why would you let him hold you so close?" William hissed in her ear as the moved. He didn't pull back he face still nestled in the dark silky chocolate of her hair.

"I...I"

"Perhaps; you'd like to feel his lips on your flesh?" William growled into her hair. He couldn't place what this was. He shouldn't care. But damn it! She let that boy have his hands allover her. It took all the self-control he had not to skin that stupid boy alive. Oh how his screams would sound like heaven to his ears.

"No of course..."

"Come with me." He wrapped his large calloused hand around her slim wrist. Not even waiting for a reply he all but drug her back towards the manor; she tripped over her own feet desperately trying to keep up with his large strides. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest as he pulled her through the twisty windy corridors. She couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. The flicker of candlelight played across his features in the dark hallways; the deep rich red color of the walls giving his skin an eerie glow.
She gasped loudly as he threw open the door to the Lord Generals office shoving her inside, and snapping the door shut behind them. Something inside her snapped. How dare he! Treat her like she was the one doing something wrong; like she had hurt him? That was just rich.

"What do you think you doing?" She hissed angrily clenching and unclenching her fists. She couldn't even see his face anymore with the door shut only the pale moonlight that filtered in through the large picture window lit the room, cast a sliver glow to the room.

"Me?" his voice raise an octave. "I'd like to know about you…" he paused as he took a few steps toward her; his boots thudding heavily against the floorboards. "You let him touch you. Like you're..no more..than a ..common…well a whore!" Her mouth dropped open as she stared at him, she looked at him as if he'd stuck her. He might as well have. He called her a whore! A whore; and it hurt. She opened her pouty coral lips but promptly shut them. She didn't know what to say or how to say it.

"Oh that rich coming from you!" she finally found her voice. "Why don't you go back to you little tramp down there! I'm sure she'll have no problems letting you stick your…" she trailed off as she whirled around to face the window. Walking over to it she placed her palms flat against the glass feeling to coolness beneath her fingertips.

"My what?" Tavington roared.

"Tramp. You know harlot slut bitch whore I can go all night if you need me to!" She yelled slamming her hand against the drywall.

"Sophia?"

"Duh!" she screamed. She gaped widely when a deep soft laughed burst from the back of his throat as he closed the distance between them.

"Darling, are you jealous?" She felt him lay a hand on her shoulder.

"No." she never turned to face him still staring out the window; feeling a bit of shame. Was she jealous? Hell yes she was jealous! But why did it embarrass her so for him to know that. She shuttered as she felt his large hands grip her waist forcing her to turn and face him. His fingers gripped her chin forcing her to lift her head, their eyes boring into each others.

"Darling you have no reason to be jealous." He said in did she mistake a tender voice. His thumb drew gentle small gentle circles on her jawline.

"But I am." She finally admitted her eyes starting to tear up. He couldn't explain it but seeing her almost in tears, his heart swelled.

"If we are being honest….. I could have killed the boy happily…" his other hand snaked around her waist pulling her flush against him.

"Why? We were just dancing..." she gazed up at him with those wide blue eyes. He could get lost in them; just stare into them for hours at a time. Lowering his hand from her face, he snaked it around her waist; embracing her tightly. He rested his strong chin against head, breathing in her sweet scent. She smelled of vanilla and wine. Nuzzling his face into her hair he sighed.

"The thought of another man touching you…well, it's enough to drive me mad with rage." He muttered so softly she'd barely heard it. She couldn't help the giddy surge that pulsed though her veins. Pulling her head out from under his chin she gazed up at him; the pale slivery moonlight bathing his handsome face; he was breathtaking. Raising herself up onto her tippy toes she leaned in softly brushing her lips against his, roughly tightening his grip on her he pulled her against him. Accepting her invitation and responded to her sensual kiss, capturing her lips with hunger. As she sighed in relief, he took the chance to plunge his tongue into her mouth. Theresa's hands left his shoulders and she grasped at his hair tugging it from it's' queue, pulling him to her as her other hand rested on his cheek. He devoured her lips as their tongues continued an exploratory journey awakening unknown, strange feelings in each other. William's embrace became tighter, as if he were afraid he would wake up from one of the many dreams he had about them being together, touching each other in the most intimate of ways he could ever imagine. Theresa gasped at his intense touch, feeling lightheaded. She pulled her head back involuntarily in search of oxygen and gazed into his smoldering eyes. Closing her eyes as the intense heat pooled in her belly and a feeling of pressure in between her thighs. She was afraid to let him see the honest to god desire in her eyes. Theresa traced her fingers over his face moving them to his throat. He kissed her hungrily and she answered his probing tongue with an open mouth. She could smell his scent and it was igniting an intense yearning within her. He moved to kiss her earlobe, going down to nibble at the crook of her neck. A moan escaped her lips and he couldn't help but grin.

"I need you, Theresa" he breathed heavily in the back of his throat. She grasped his hair as he continued moving further towards the swell of her breasts, kissing his way down as he cupped them in his hands, making Theresa arch against him. He wanted to tell her just how much he ached for her, how much he yearned for her. In one smooth swoop he swept her up in his arms carrying her bridal style; he kicked open the open the door. Carrying her down the deserted hallways, as she nibbled and nuzzled the crook of his neck. His breathing was ragged and hard, as he groaned loudly against her ministrations.

"Theresa..." he said huskily. Resting his forehead against hers their eyes burning into each others. He wanted to rip her dress from her body so he could see and touch what lay beneath it. Quickening his pace, at last arriving in front of her bedroom door. Not being able to open the door, he kicked it. He moved towards the bed and lay Theresa gently upon went to the direction of the door in order to close it. As he did so, he turned to look at her. The bed was the only part of the room covered by moonlight. He remained at his dark spot and his breath caught in his throat when he saw her lying on the bed. He knew this image would burn itself forever in his mind. She ventured a gaze in his direction and barely made out William's form in the darkness of the room. They both remained silent for a long time and Theresa could swear he could hear her heart pounding rapidly in her chest. Suddenly, he took a step in her direction but seemed to think better of it and froze. It was at that moment that she realized it was her decision to make.

With a shaky sigh she reached out her hand palm up to him; all but pouncing, he rushed to her, crashing his lips against hers, his hands hungrily roamed her body. His kiss was so sensual so passionate that she fell back against the mattress as he moved to straddle her hips, she moaned loudly, making him ache for her. Her gown hitched up around her thighs the pale soft skin of her legs making him lose all control he had to stop this now. Before it went too far.

"Theresa please" he whispered huskily against her lips his hair falling around their faces like a curtain. "My lovely beautiful Theresa, If you do wish this. Stop now; I don't know if I can control myself any longer. I fear I will not stop." Opening her deep blue orbs; she sighed heavily. She ground her hips up into the man on top of her.

"Please William;" she gasped "don't stop now. I think I might die." She planted her hands firmly on either side of his face dragging his lips back to hers. His large fingers started on the laces of her gown, but then stopped. Lowering his mouth to the sweet spot at the base of her neck her kissed, sucked and bit her gently.

"If we do this, you must know… you will belong to me!" he whispered possessively in her ear.

"Oh god" she groaned. Her finger threading themselves in his hair. "Yes. I'm yours." She moaned as he pulled at the laces slipping the gown from her body, he showered her shoulders, neck and breasts with gentle loving kisses. He took his time stripping her of her layers, until she was down to her bloomers staring wide eye and nervous at him.

"Theresa…trust me.." he whispered with a swift nod she held her arms out to the man before her. He pulled her undergarment slowly down her legs and dropped it on the was mesmerized at the vision of the woman kneeling completely naked before him; he took in the shallow rise and fall of her breasts, the smooth area of her stomach. His breathing became unsteady when he saw her voluptuous body finally uncovered, ready and eager for his was more than she could take; he was right in front of her, doing nothing, saying nothing. Her agony ended when she met his icy eyes, filled with raw passion. Grabbing her by her waist, he began a journey of kisses from her mouth down to her neck and his new favorite place, her breasts. Looking deeply into her eyes he swallowed

."I know this will hurt, but please trust me Theresa. Look at me. I need you to look at me when we become one." She nodded swiftly. She didn't know how long they'd spent making love; it felt like all night he was wonderful; when she cried out in pain he had wiped the tears away. The pain did thankfully subside. He took his time; he made sure she was ready; he had kissed every inch of her body. He had made her feel like she was the only woman in the world that had ever or would ever matter to him. She felt a surge of pleasure shoot through her as he climaxed, he grunted heavily in her ear; "You are mine….mine!"

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