starashz passion of the heart how far will a girl go when pushed 
 
 
   
 
 
 
 
 chapter 1: 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 ~1813~ 
 
 
Ivy lay sprawled out on the large plush four poster bed dressed in a green negligee, her long auburn hair spread against the pillows.  
Ivy was a young girl of 19 and was considered to be the fairest maiden around; with her flawless face of an angel, luscious wavy auburn locks and the body of a goddess that had curves in all the right places. Much to the discomfort of her parents many of the folk in the neighbouring town gossiped about their daughter questioning how she could be so beautiful and not yet married. This didn’t bother ivy though as she was very much carefree and in her own world the majority of the time which was far better in her opinion over facing the dull and dreary reality of her daily life.  
She was surrounded by luxury and had everything she could ever want and need, everything except for friendship and love which were two things that ivy wanted the most. As an only child ivy was brought up quite lonely with only servants for company, she longed to share her thoughts and feelings with someone such as a friend. She spent many hours of the day reading, painting or day dreaming, anything that allowed her to escape to another world. 
In the corner of the room there was an extravagant marble fireplace with a low fire still burning, the embers gave out a little light casting shadows around the large room. What little light there was highlighted the imposing mahogany furniture and expensive decor, a room fit for royalty. Hearing soft footsteps across the thick carpet ivy lifted her head and smiled at the visitor; in a low seductive voice ivy said ‘I’ve been waiting for you’. 
Still in the shadows of the room the stranger replied with a quiet chuckle ‘have you now, well in that case i best make it up to you’. The footsteps continued until ivy could see the figure clearly, he was the stable boy Freddy at the manor where ivy lived.  
The manor was owned by ivy`s parents along with the estate it was in, ivy loved her parents dearly but didn’t have much of a relationship with them, respecting your elders came before love. because it was 1813 women were not able to have opinions on a great deal of things and so her father spoke for them all which angered ivy greatly. Yes her parents loved her but as her father was an earl he had a reputation to uphold and would disown her in a flash if she did something out of order against their will. They most definitely wouldn’t approve of Freddy, a lowly stable boy was not fit for someone of ivy`s class. Her father had decided Ivy was to be betrothed to another earl`s son called Hubert and much to ivy`s distress she would married to him in four months, she didn’t want to marry someone she`d never met. Especially someone named Hubert; she imagined him to be short, fussy and controlling. All the things that she hated in a person, she wanted to marry for love not because her father approved of their class. Does she dare defy her parents and face the wrath off her father? 
‘Ivy’ Freddy sighed with a smile in his voice, ivy snapped out of her trance and focused on the figure in front of her. Dressed only in light cotton trousers ivy had full view of his luscious body, a body that never failed to make her weak at the knees. Aged 22 he had a head full of thick luscious brown hair; he was well toned and had the face of an angel. what more could a girl ask for.  
The fact that she was betrothed to another flickered through ivy`s mind for a second reminding of her how forbidden their meeting was, however after staring into his deep blue eyes for a moment she soon forgot her train of thought.  
Shivers of anticipation went down her spine as she watched him seductively walk towards the bed, however upon reaching the foot of the bed he carried on until he was directly above her using his arms to support his weight. Before ivy could say anything his mouth was on hers caressing her lips with his own, Ivy moaned with delight as he massaged her tongue with his savouring the taste and feel of him. With his right hand buried in her soft hair his kisses soon became more passionate and needy, without breaking their embrace he used his free hand to explore her body. 
He caressed her breast through the soft fabric of her negligee ever so slightly but carried on down across her stomach and across her hip until he reached her thigh. He slowly slid his hand up her inner thigh until he reached her centre he could feel her heat radiating; he gently stroked the outside of her. His touch was masterful causing butterflies to cascade through her stomach, she wanted him already but he seemed so intent on teasing her frustrating her even more.  
Ivy broke their kissing embrace and moaned a loud ‘oh Freddy i`ve been waiting so long for this’. Freddy replied ‘as have i my sweet’ and with that Freddy ripped the negligee open feasting on the sight of ivy’s large pert breasts spilling out. He blazed a trail of hot kisses down her neck and chest until he reached her nipple. He pulled back to give it a gentle pinch making it even more erect before dipping his head back down to swirl his tongue around the hardened tip. Ivy moaned as shivers of ecstasy cascaded over her, feeling ivy`s growing excitement Freddy began to bite and nibble at the them, making ivy moan loudly and clutch at his head pulling him closer to her  bosom wanting more of him.  
She could feel her wetness increasing; she couldn’t take much more of this ‘Freddy please i need you’. With that Freddy pulled away and sat up between her legs, before she could ask what he was doing  he ran his hand up her  inner thigh teasing her as her crept closer to her centre. Parting her folds he rubbed her clit with such masterful skill making heat sweep over her as her pleasure heightened.  
Freddy could feel her wetness increasing with a great ferocity enticing him even more. chapter 2: 
 
 
 
 Suddenly ivy jolted awake; in confusion she sat up and looked around. Whispers of smoke coming from the fire ivy realised she was in her room but alone. It had all been a dream, disappointment washed over her. The bedcovers were twisted as if something had happened making her feel more alone, with a quiet sigh Ivy flopped back onto the pillows pulling the twisted quilt back over her. Wide awake she thought about the images that still lingered in her mind, she laughed aloud with bitterness clouding her voice ‘of course it wasn’t real me and Freddy are worlds apart’. 
Ivy felt like screaming a loud in anger; ever since she`d met Freddy a month ago when her parents had hired him she found herself often daydreaming about him.  
Ivy stared at the patterned ceiling thinking about that first day they had met; she had been walking through the apple orchid daydreaming when all of sudden she walked into someone breaking her tance. Jumping back in surprise she realised it was a stranger.  
A gorgeous dreamy stranger but a stranger none the less, ‘sorry’ the stranger and ivy both said at the same time. Freddy laughed making Ivy blush, he reached to kiss her hand introducing himself as Freddy. Ivy couldn’t speak as his soft lips touched her hand, ‘your hands are so soft’ exclaimed Freddy. Ivy blushed even deeper, ‘i don’t think that’s appropriate sir, my name is ivy and i would like to know what you’re doing here’. Freddy apologised and explained he was the new stable boy, ivy barely registered what he was saying as she could not stop staring at his full lips imagining what it`d be like to kiss them. Snapping out of her daydream she realised she had been staring, feeling embarrassed she mumbled an excuse about having things to do and ran from the orchid. Even now she still concludes that she must have been feeling unwell that day, no one could be that infatuated with another being. 
Ever since that day she often made excuses to herself to go by the stables to see him, to speak to him even if it was just for a second. Over the past month their relationship had developed greatly, she spent many hours some days sitting in the stables watching him work on the horses whilst talking about trivial things.  
She had never had someone to talk to like this before; he was the sunshine in her life and the only thing that kept her sane.  
Yet despite all their meetings they never seemed to talk about personal matters, she had not yet told him about Hubert. She almost felt as if she was deceiving him but she was unsure how to approach the subject and worried it would harm their friendship if he knew she was betrothed. 
Whenever she wasn’t with Freddy thoughts of him invaded her mind making her heart weep for him, if only she wasn’t an earls daughter and instead could make decisions for herself that were bigger than choosing what to do throughout the day.  
Pushing away the painful thoughts ivy tried to clear her mind but before long images of the dream came drifting back. The dream had been so marvellous which only provoked her even further, reminding her of what she couldn’t have.  It had felt so real every kiss, every touch and now she was left alone and frustrated. Unable to sleep she slid her hand down her smooth skin reaching her centre; she was soaking wet as result of the passionate dream. She groaned thinking of how badly she now needed Freddy; however she knew it was an impossible thought that would never happen in reality as she was betrothed and he was a lowly stable boy. Hoping to return to the dream before having to face another day ivy turned on her side and fell into a fitful sleep.... 
 
 
 
 Publication Date: September 10th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-starashz