'Holding my gaze, he removed a curtain tie from one of the bedsteads. I was confused when he uttered huskily, "Put your hands out in front of you." I obeyed.'Jane Eyre has lived a sheltered, callous life. Orphaned at a young age and despised by her remaining family, she is shipped off to Lowood School and can only dream of tenderness and affection. Upon accepting a governess position at Thornfield Hall, a world of passion, desire and sex explodes before her naive eyes in the form of the brooding, dashing master of the house: Mr Rochester.
After playful attempts to evade Mr Rochester's advances, Jane finds herself succumbing to his savage, brutal lust and losing herself in the intense heat of her yearning. Jane believes that beneath Mr. Rochester's dark, handsome and sometimes brutal exterior there must be a heart, and she is desperate to find love in his hungry caresses. But then, she discovers something in the attic .
'Holding my gaze, he removed a curtain tie from one of the bedsteads. I was confused when he uttered huskily, "Put your hands out in front of you." I obeyed.'Jane Eyre has lived a sheltered, callous life. Orphaned at a young age and despised by her remaining family, she is shipped off to Lowood School and can only dream of tenderness and affection. Upon accepting a governess position at Thornfield Hall, a world of passion, desire and sex explodes before her naive eyes in the form of the brooding, dashing master of the house: Mr Rochester.
After playful attempts to evade Mr Rochester's advances, Jane finds herself succumbing to his savage, brutal lust and losing herself in the intense heat of her yearning. Jane believes that beneath Mr. Rochester's dark, handsome and sometimes brutal exterior there must be a heart, and she is desperate to find love in his hungry caresses. But then, she discovers something in the attic .
