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Assistant: Title: Ruin
        Author: TeaWitch13 TeaWitch13 
        Chapter: 6/6 
        Summary: Anthony and Penelope meet at a masquerade.
        Contents: Chapter 6: Interlude 3: Stolen Moments
    

    

        
          
          
            Anthony and Penelope find themselves alone at a ball.
          
        

      
        
          The last of the interludes for now. Enjoy!!
            
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  Mid – Late May 1815
Another night, another ball, and Anthony is tired of it.While he understands why they are here, he knows that Francesca and Eloise have already made decisions this season about what they want to do. Francesca seems to be attracted to Lord Michael Stirling, a quiet man of few words but intelligent, caring, and kind. Eloise, as she did last year, has decided against courting this year, stating again that she would prefer to end up as a spinster. Anthony hopes that she changes her mind before it’s too late. While there are many men he would never recommend to any of his sisters, there are also many who are actually quite kind, caring, and considerate – men who would take care of their wives with dignity and respect.He observes with a mix of curiosity and concern as Eloise gracefully navigates the crowded room and approaches Cressida Cowper. A subtle flinch betrays his unease at the sight of them together. Anthony finds himself perplexed by the origins and endurance of their friendship, and he quietly hopes that, for Eloise's well-being, the bond will naturally devolve and fade away. It's no secret that Miss Cowper's standing among the men of the Ton is less than stellar. There must be valid reasons why she has remained unclaimed for the past three social seasons.Anthony stands at the opposite end of the ballroom as she makes her entrance, his back turned away from her. Engaged in conversation with his brother Benedict and then with friends, Anthony navigates the room, oblivious to her presence. Yet, he can’t shake the grip she has on his thoughts. When she’s absent, she lingers in his mind, and upon seeing her, a longing ignites within him. Strangely, he feels enveloped by her essence, a sense of contentment washing over him. It’s as if she has always been a part of him, a realization that dawns only now. She has been a constant presence, and he senses she will remain so. He understands that this isn’t love but rather a deep affection—something he had been yearning for not long ago.He turns, and he sees her.  As she gracefully glided across the room, her warm pink beaded ball gown shimmered in the light. He couldn't help but imagine how stunning she would look in a delicate light green or perhaps a regal Bridgerton blue ballgown.For the better part of the last two weeks, he had been meeting with her in secret and implying that she would be better off under his household's care. In the very short time they had, they talked about many things between rounds in bed: politics, art, music, and books. And he enjoys more than he would care to admit to himself.He stands amidst the glittering crowd, observing her graceful movements as she effortlessly navigates from one group to another, captivating each person with her charm and wit. Anthony keenly perceives how her brief absences from the lavish social gatherings went unnoticed by the attendees, who were completely engrossed in her company. It occurs to him that orchestrating a discreet departure to downtown London, where the print shops awaited and returning before the culmination of the ball, would be entirely feasible with a few well-laid plans.“Are you going to stare at her all night or dance with her?” Benedict stated playfully behind him.Anthony turned to look at his brother in annoyance. His brother was dressed in a dark blue coat with a lighter blue cravat, while Anthony himself was dressed in a dark purple coat and cream-colored pants. It was his best outfit, but washing day was the next day, and his better suit needed washing.Anthony scoffs at his brother and turns back to find Penelope. He finds her in a corner off to the far left of the ballroom, tugged away, draining the last of her drink.  He steps towards her and away from his brother, keeping his eye on her as she settles against the walls of the ballroom, reclaiming her title of wallflower.“Leave me be, brother,” he replies as he walks by.He thought back to a few days ago from they were in his apartments again. They were alone together, breathless and overheating, sleepy and satisfied. Initially, when he had suggested that she might find pleasure in riding him, she was apprehensive at first. She worried that, due to her size, she might hurt him. He had assured her that he was stronger than he looked and more than capable of satisfying her. Anthony found himself captivated by the way her br@@sts bounced with each movement, and he suspected she was blissfully unaware of how her size only intensified his desire for her. Her curves provided him with a firm grip during their intimate moments, allowing him to hold her securely in place.Not long after their first encounter, Anthony reflected on why he had previously shied away from women with similar body types to Penelope. He realized that once he had tasted the connection with Penelope, he found it hard to look elsewhere. He had always been drawn to women who were lithe and dark, but if he were honest, it wasn’t their physique that intrigued him. It was their spirit. He admired their ability to stand firm against him, refusing to wilt under his intense gaze like a fragile flower. In contrast, he noticed that larger women often exhibited a fiercer demeanor, perhaps shaped by the constant comparisons they faced, which instilled in them a need to cultivate more than just beauty to secure a future partner. They couldn’t afford to be shallow.Anthony took a deep breath to center himself. Although they had only met a few days ago, he wanted her again. He was insatiable. He had felt this way before when he was younger, and he thought he had grown out of it.Before he strolled down the hallway, their eyes met in a fleeting moment that felt like an eternity. Her gaze, once wandering and lost in the swirl of the evening's festivities, sharpened and locked onto his with an intensity that sent a thrill through him. A smile spread across his face, warm and genuine, as he entered the dimly lit corridor adorned with vibrant artwork that seemed to dance in the candlelit light. The distant sounds of the ballroom's music, a lively symphony of laughter and clinking glasses, gradually faded away, replaced by the soft rustle of his footsteps on the polished floor.He veered into one of the empty rooms, drawn by an inexplicable urge to escape the crowd and the noise. The third door, just two doors down, beckoned to him like a secret waiting to be uncovered.Anthony stood still, straining to catch the faint sound of footsteps behind him. The steps were deliberate, careful, as if the person behind him was trying to remain unnoticed. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he realized that it must be Penelope following him.With a gentle push, he opened it, revealing a cozy library that seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at his arrival. The scent of aged paper and polished wood enveloped him, wrapping him in a comforting embrace.Rows of books lined the walls, their spines a kaleidoscope of colors and titles, each one a portal to another world. A plush armchair sat invitingly in the corner, its fabric soft and worn, as if it had cradled countless readers over the years. The fire lit from the outside flickered through the tall windows, casting a warm glow on the scattered volumes and illuminating the dust motes that danced lazily in the air.He stepped inside, feeling the weight of the outside world lift from his shoulders. The library was a sanctuary, a place where time seemed to stand still. He wandered further in, running his fingers along the spines of the books, feeling the stories waiting to be told. Each title whispered promises of adventure, romance, and mystery, igniting his imagination.As he settled against one of the bookcases, he glanced around, taking in the quiet beauty of the room. The walls were adorned with framed portraits of authors long gone, their eyes seeming to follow him as he sank deeper into the cushions. He could almost hear their voices, echoing through the ages, urging him to lose himself in their words.He makes his way to the windows, watching as the lit fires that line the entrance of the house flicker against the night sky. Anthony hears the door shut close behind him.“Does he know?” she asks from behind him.“Unfortunately,” Anthony states as he turns around to face her.Penelope radiates softly in the gentle flicker of candlelight, shadows dancing across her features, creating an ethereal glow that seems to envelop her in a cocoon of warmth and mystery. The flickering flames cast playful silhouettes on the walls, mirroring the turmoil within her heart. A sigh escapes her lips, heavy with the weight of unspoken truths, each breath a reminder of the secrets she harbors. She understood all too well that it was just a matter of time before the truth came to light like the dawn breaking through the darkest night.The air around her felt thick with anticipation as if the very walls were holding their breath, waiting for the inevitable revelation. Having Benedict uncover it first turned out to be more advantageous than anticipated. His keen intellect and perceptive nature had always set him apart from the rest of the family, allowing him to see beyond the surface the intricate web of emotions and hidden agendas that lay beneath. Unlike the rest of the family, Ben was patient when needed, a quality that often eluded those around him. He had a way of observing and listening that made others feel both seen and vulnerable.“Will he stay silent?” Penelope asked, stepping forward toward him.Anthony leans casually against the ornate window frame. His arms are crossed as he observes her graceful movements. She glides through the room with poise, her delicate hands wrapped in pick silk positioned in front of her, the dance card hanging from her wrist, conspicuously devoid of names except for his own. He couldn't fathom why her dance card wasn't overflowing at every ball, yet he also felt a sense of gratitude that the other men of the Ton were oblivious to her true allure.“For now,” Anthony said, “He is worried.”“Worried?” she questions, moving closer to him.He steps away from the window and approaches her, his footsteps soft against the polished wooden floor. Anthony extends his hand, palm up, and she grasps it firmly, her fingers wrapping around his with an unexpected strength. The warmth of her skin seeps through the delicate fabric of her silk-covered hands, sending a shiver of electricity up his arm.Drawing her nearer, he settles into a chair positioned by the window, where a bookcase partially conceals the library entrance, forming a snug little nook that feels like a world apart from the rest of the house. The soft light filtering through the glass casts a warm glow around them, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. With a gentle tug, he brings her down onto his lap, and a startled shriek escapes her lips, a mix of surprise and delight that echoes softly in the quiet room.Her eyes widen, a blend of shock and amusement flickering across her face as she processes the sudden shift in their dynamic. The chair creaks slightly under their combined weight, and for a moment, they both freeze, caught in the unexpected intimacy of the moment. Anthony can feel the rapid beat of her heart against his chest, a rhythm that matches the fluttering excitement in his own.“He cares for you like a brother and wants you happy,” Anthony explains, hugging her from behind."But I'm happy," she replied with a contented smile, leaning back into his warm embrace. Anthony gently shifted his body to make room for her, and she settled comfortably against his chest, resting her head on his shoulder.“Are you?” he asks, as his fingers move against her arms, trailing his fingertips against her exposed skin.“Yes,” Penelope sighs in pleasure.“What about your mother?” he whispers into her hair, “Your family? Will they be okay with you leaving when the time comes?”Penelope tilts her head back slightly to meet his eyes. "Philippa and Prudence may miss me," she says."And your mother?" Anthony questions.“She would miss me too, I think. But not for long.” Penelope admits quietly, “Once Philippa and Prudence start having babies, it will be all she talks about and cares about.”“What about you?” Anthony asks, concerned for her. “Don’t you want children to call your own?”“You know I want them,” she responds harshly.“Yes, and I know I can help you,” Anthony states, tilting his head downward towards and looking at her lips.“Anthony,” Penelope warns. She looks up at him, his mouth close to hers.Her hands rest firmly on his chest, pressing into him. The warmth of her touch radiates through the fabric of his shirt, igniting a spark that travels straight to his core. As she shifts in his lap, the intoxicating warmth and scent of her envelop him, wrapping around him. The subtle notes of her perfume mingle with the natural scent of her skin, creating a heady blend that makes it nearly impossible for his body to remain unresponsive.A heat begins to blossom in his belly, spreading outward like wildfire, igniting every nerve ending in its path. He can feel the rhythm of her heartbeat beneath his palms, a steady drum that syncs with the quickening pace of his own. Each subtle movement she makes sends ripples of desire coursing through him, and he realizes that if she continues this tantalizing dance, he might lose the battle to keep his hands in check tonight.His fingers twitch with the urge to explore, to trace the delicate curve of her waist, to pull her closer until there’s no space left between them. The air around them thickens with unspoken tension, a magnetic pull that draws him in deeper, urging him to surrender to the moment. He can’t help but imagine the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips, the way her breath would hitch if he dared to venture further.With every shift of her body, every playful glance she throws his way, the walls he’s built around his resolve begin to crumble. The intoxicating warmth of her presence is a siren’s call, luring him into a sea of longing and desire. He knows he should hold back and maintain some semblance of control, but the way she moves, the way she looks at him with those smoldering eyes, makes it increasingly difficult to resist.“Let me help you,” he whispers into her lips, “Let me make you a wife, a mother, someone with power and influence that doesn’t have to hide under a pseudonym.” His voice is low and inviting, each word wrapping around her like a silken thread, drawing her closer to the promise of something profound. His fingers glide from her arms to the hem of her dress, gently lifting the fabric, the delicate material slipping through his fingers like water. Anthony can feel her shiver against him. With a fleeting kiss, he brushes his lips against hers.“Please just think about it,” he breathes.“And Benedict?” She asks, pulling away from him, tensing in his arms.He understands her doubts and the hesitation that clouds her mind, yet he firmly believes that Benedict would never turn against him without a compelling reason. If he can just persuade her that he will not only be a devoted husband but also a genuinely good man for her, all her fears will dissipate.“I will take care of him,” he assures her with a smile, “He is better at hiding secrets than I would care to admit.”“Good,” she breathes a sigh of relief and melts against his arms.“Think about it,” he whispers in her ear, his lips moving to kiss her under her ear and down her neck. Anthony’s finger touched the skin of her thigh, and she moaned into his mouth. He can imagine having her in his own library back at Bridgerton House, on a chair like the one he is in.Penelope's thighs clutch together, trapping his fingers at her inner thigh. “You could have me every day if you wished,” he whispers and then licks her across her jaw and down her neck.His lips brush against her shoulder, right where her neck curves into it. "Any," he breathes softly, trailing his tongue along her neck. "Way," he murmurs, moving to her shoulder, "You." He teases his tongue along her collarbone, whispering, "Want."“A – Anthony,” Penelope shuttered.Anthony uses his hands to widen her legs and to move one of his fingers towards her center. At the same time, another keeps her open to him. Her head leans against his chest, her neck open wide.“See how wet you are for me,” he stated, brushing the tips of his finger against her c@nt.Penelope groans when his finger slips through her wetness. Heat spread through him like a blazing fire igniting his cardinal desires. He can’t help but want her. He wants to take her in this chair, flip her around, and have her ride his c@ck. But he needs to convince her.“Think about it,” he states in a husky voice, pushing a finger into her. He can feel himself growing hard as she moves on his lap.Her wetness coats his finger as he circles her cl@t. She moans as he presses in further, tapping against the soft, spongy spot inside her. He adds another finger, and she moans louder. She turns, and his lips press onto hers. Tongue meets tongue, and lips crash together.  His fingers moved in and out of her at a steady pace. She pushes against his hand, meeting him and thrusting him back.“Pull your hands on my knee to support yourself,” he whispers as he sees her lean forward, moving into a better position. Penelope’s hands then clutched at his knees, digging in her nail through his pant leg.“Penelope, be mine,” he whispers, adding another finger and pushing them into her—Penelope puffs when he pushes against the spongy spot inside her over and over again. Her wetness began to drip over his hand.“I c – can’t,” Penelope wines, “A – Anthony.” He watches as he bites her lip when she leans back on him.Anthony watches as her breast strains and heaves against her bodice. He moves one of his hands to their chest, palming one of her br@@sts in his hands then she shrugs out of it.He let go of her chest while his other hand goes still against her. “Do you want me to stop?” Anthony asks.  She shakes her head, “No.” Penelope turns her head to him again and presses her lips to his as she cards her fingers through his hair.“Please, Anthony, let me come,” she breathes. His fingers move again against her. She moans, and he swallows it with a kiss. And then her walls clamp down on his fingers, almost pushing them out as her back arches against his chest, climax, ripping through her, and he can't do much else but watch her eyes roll back in pleasure.“Please think about it,” Anthony whispers into her ear again. He moves, grinding his hardness against her.“Okay,” she whispers as she falls into his embrace breathlessly.Just a little more, he thinks.  She just needs a little more time.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          As I stated before, I will be going on a trip from early October to mid-October. I hope to have written the next part by then to post. Wish me safe travels.'
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