Impressum
Lune Pourpre
EXCERPT
THE FIRST TIME
That night, Clovis and Aurore were lying on an incredibly soft carpet of moss, hand in hand contemplating the Milky Way marked out by the stars. With each secret date in the deep of the night, the two lovebirds discovered more and more about each other. Despite suffering from a lack of precious sleep at the break of day, they continued to meet, unbeknown to their families, hidden away from the prying eyes of the village gossips.
A light breeze was smoothing out the foliage of the rustling weeping willows. From time to time, the hooting of an owl betrayed its invisible presence. That night, the atmosphere was more than ever conducive to the promises of endless love. Clovis, fighting against an irrepressible passion, dared to do what he had only dreamed of doing each night when deprived of Aurore. He moved closer towards her, covering her neck with fleeting and burning kisses. He ran his hand under her bodice; stroking her lower abdomen with his fingertips. Each of his movements was preceded by excruciating trepidation, so much he dreaded her pushing him away. But he need not have feared because although he was unaware, deep down Aurore was longing to defy taboos, and despite all opposition was ready to give herself to him before the rites of marriage. That night, she did not care about rules. The heady embrace that she was expecting had already turned her emotions upside down, to the point of losing her mind. She loved him with all her heart and knew that he was infatuated with her. Nothing would break the bewitching magic of the moment. No matter what her conscience may think.
With unabashed delicacy, he unlaced her bodice. Languorously, he kissed her cleavage whose sweetish taste provided an incentive to sin. Her heart bolted like a horse. Clovis’ lips were misted over with desire, awakening all her senses as he gently kissed one of her breasts. Her entire body was in turmoil. Her nipples jutted out under her bodice. Clovis savoured them, sucking and nibbling, before rolling his tongue around them, again and again. She stroked his nape shyly. His musk-scented hair exuded a subtle, gentle perfume, that only belonged to him. Aurore couldn’t get enough of it. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined or dreamed of such intrepid sensuality in Clovis’ gestures. With the tips of his fingers, he audaciously ventured into a caress along her thighs, from top to bottom, and from bottom to top, meandering below her waistline, before stroking the contours of her lower abdomen. The temptation of the flesh was rising to the surface, reflected in a body language they both took delight in discovering together. Torn between desire and chastity, Aurore’s emotions became inconsistent. Surrendering to his smoldering caresses initially, a moment later she endeavored to protect her virginity, hastily tucking her petticoat between her thighs.