The Seduction of Céleste Series: Passion of Tomorrow by WingfieldWriter™

A snippet of my new original series!...WARNING later chapters minimum age 40 LOL!
Non-Beta'd All mistakes mine. Characters are my own. Please, do not use them without expressed permission.
This is for those that need something light to read. Something funny. Something simple. Something hot. Something fantastical. I just want people to get back to reading just for the sake of doing so. For those that like my quirky style of writing.

Have an awesome day!

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Henri's hands moved deftly over the freckled green lace that trimmed Céleste's bodice. He cupped the heavy globes of her bosom which were in turn, being nearly as flushed as her face. Flushed as they were from the hot kisses that Henri had placed prior to gripping Céleste's fragile wrists within his large hands.

She had been pulled from the arms of the wealthy landowner that was prepared to sponsor her freedom. Henri whisked her immediately away from the gathering into a dark isolated corridor. Seeing him here tonight, at the lavish Octoroon ball she helped to organize, had left her breathless and her nerves rattled!

She was so close to freedom!! And now she was back where she started from. She shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts.

Damner lui. Céleste thought as she instinctively pushed her body away from the rogue that was also her master.

It had been many a year upon his return from France. Henri, an aristocrat's son, no longer had the appearance of a slim, albeit well sculpted frame. No, quite the opposite. There was no mistaking the strength of the seafaring shipping magnate as he had embraced her tightly. Nor could the visage or the virile man that loomed darkly above her be ignored. Even if all of this was not possible to sense--the prominent bulge that appeared in front of his breeches was highly evident. At that very moment, Céleste remembered, their last conversation from years past. That he threatened...no, he promised to...

"You were only a girl when I last left for France, Céleste. Now upon my return, I find a most voluptuous woman before my eyes." Henri softly crooned into her ear.

Pausing briefly with a slight frown on his handsome face Henri contemplated what he had just stated.

"Are you yet a woman, Céleste?" Henri asked.

Within the timing of five heartbeats no answer came forthright from the beautiful mulattoe.

This time, Henri demanded to be answered as he pressed his long robust body against Céleste's smaller pliant one. Her back dug into the ornate door behind her as Henri tilted her chin up so that he could better observe the trembling girl's eyes.

Résponde-moi, maintenant Céleste.

Céleste lips were still swollen and bruised from their earlier kisses. No matter her own thoughts, Céleste knew that she was bound to answer him.

Being that her traitorous over-sensitized body, of its own volition...

...had already chosen to do so.