Salem, Massachusetts, 1691
A fine sheen of perspiration covered their bodies. He bent his head and took her mouth in a deep, wet kiss, his tongue mimicking the movement of his hips, firing her desire and need. Oh, how she adored this man. He was everything to her.
She craved their time alone more than anything. They had talked earlier of their plans for the future once they told his family about their relationship. His family, well connected in the new world and in Salem Village, had very specific plans for his love and they needed to be cautious since she didn’t figure into those plans at all. It wouldn’t do for them to show their attraction too openly for fear of attracting censor from the puritan community. This she understood and soon they would pledge themselves to each other in front of friends and family.
Until this happened, their love would remain between them—a delicious secret.
She didn’t know where she started and he ended. It was perfect. They fit like two halves of a whole. She reached around and grasped his backside, holding him close as she relished the sensation of being surrounded by him, possessed by this man who made her desire him above all else. Was she under a spell as it had been whispered among the good people of Salem, was there an enchantment at work that would cause her to throw her beliefs and purity aside as if it mattered not? She didn’t know and she didn’t care, all she knew was she wanted this more than her next breath.
Before she reached completion the door to her house crashed open.
Pain, frustration and shame seared her to her very soul as her lover was ripped from her arms, the blame for all on her shoulders.
“I told you good sir, she was working her black magic. This man was above repute before she came to town and darkened our village with her vile sinful self.”
“But I’ve done nothing wrong,” she exclaimed as men seized her and without a care for her modesty dragged her from her cottage.
“We must rid Salem Village of this deceiver and devil’s handmaiden.