A Magical Letter – Part Sixteen

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Sixteen – The Long Wait

Wentworth, feeling better after he made his vow to himself, took his Anne into his arms once more.

Oh, how he loved her! She fitted so perfectly in his embrace … how was he to wait for tomorrow until he could make her his very own?

“Frederick …”

Anne’s voice was soft and sweet.

“Yes, my love?”

Revelling in the soft warmth of her slender body against his, Wentworth closed his eyes. Without knowing it, he pulled her closer to his own, very alert body …

“Frederick, I love you. If … if you want me to show it to you, I would not have any objections nor restraints. I am yours, Frederick. Another day of waiting is too much for me to bear.”

His heart beat so fast and hard he thought it would jump out of his chest! Oh, God! What was she saying? Could he? His body was in great need, his arousal throbbing and urgent, but could he? How she must love him if she was ready to surrender to him now!

“Frederick …?”

 

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Anne’s pulse raced as she said those disturbing words to her one and only love yet she had no regrets. She meant what she had just said. When he held her like that, so close to his own body, warm and wanting, she was simply melting with need. For that was what it was, the need to be his, to be his and only his.

 

 

 

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Wentworth simply had to capture her lovely mouth with his and kiss her senseless. God! What torture! No! God! How sweetly she tasted, how exhilarating! When he felt her arching into him, pressing herself against him in sweet surrender, he moaned into their kiss with frustrated pain.

“Anne, my darling, my love, my heart … we must stop this … please, my very own, do not tempt me further! I cannot go on …”

As she withdrew from his kiss, Anne was so disappointed she could not keep her tears from flowing down her cheeks.

“Frederick, do you not want to make me yours? Do I disgust you so?”

Wentworth took her face between trembling hands. Softly, while gazing into her beautiful hazel eyes, he said, “My sweet love, I do so fervently wish for you to become my wife that I can barely wait until we are wed. But, my heart, wait we must. Not until we will have exchanged our marital vows, shall we become one. I deeply respect and honour you, Anne, and I will not claim you before we are married. Please, love, say that you understand and that you approve?”

“Yes … yes, I do, Frederick. And I think you are right. I just had the wrong notion of what you were saying. Thank you, my love. But, Frederick, today seems to go on forever and I want it to pass much, much quicker.”

Wentworth gave a low rumble of a chuckle, deep in his throat, sending shivers of pleasure down Anne’s spine, just by the sheer warmth of it.

“Me too, my sweet, me too!”

Then he kissed her and they both forgot the rest of the world around them.

 

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Before the long day was finally over, the Crofts, Wentworth and Anne had to go through even more distress, when two letters arrived, one addressed to Anne and another to Mary.

The letters had been sent by their father’s solicitor and their contents were disturbing, to say the least.

 

Mary’s letter said the following:

 

To my daughter Mary Elliot Musgrove,

 

After been informed by my son-in-law, Mr Charles Musgrove of Uppercross, of your infamous act of deserting the conjugal home, I wish to make a statement as to how you will be treated in the future.

 

You are no longer a daughter of mine, Madam. Your husband will no doubt want to divorce you, an act I have encouraged him to proceed with. You will have no financial support from him nor from me.

 

Do not, Madam, seek to contact me, for I will deny you entrance to my home.

 

Sir Walter Elliot, baronet.

 

Needless to say poor Mary fainted after reading this. She was put to bed and the doctor was called for.

 

This, however, was the content of Anne’s letter:

 

 

To the person who used to live under my roof by the name of Anne Elliot,

 

Madam, I have addressed an official complaint to the office of Mr Justice Grantby of the Peace Court in His Majesty’s City of Bath. The said complaint is aimed against you for insulting and disobeying me in my wishes for your future as you are determined to secure an unworthy marriage. You will receive a subpoena in due time and must present yourself to the Court mentioned above.

 

A second complaint is aimed against one Frederick Wentworth for seduction and abduction of Miss Anne Elliot and for acquiring the estate of Kellynch on a false base of confidence. Said person bought the estate without my knowledge and without my explicit permission.

 

As for the future relationship between you and myself, I wish to inform you that I do not want to see you again or hear of you in the years to come. You, Madam, are dead to me.

 

Sir Walter Elliot, baronet.

 

Sophie Croft gasped and her husband, the Admiral, let out a cry of outrage.

Wentworth stood petrified with disbelief but Anne …

 

 

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