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leaning down to kiss the outraged look on her face.
"What's the matter sweeting? Don't you like my kisses?"
She pinched her mouth shut and glared at him. He raised his eyebrows and started kissing his way back down her body.
"Rowan- don't!"
He kissed her right breast and then her left.
"Perhaps if you call me by my proper title I will listen to your arguments."
He looked up and saw the heartbroken look on her face. He lifted himself up to kiss her lips again.
"Sweeting, I am only teasing."
The look of confusion on her face was adorable.
"Don't deny me this Emeline. Let me give you pleasure. Last night I didn't take the time to make love to you properly. It's nothing shameful or unnatural I promise you."
She bit her lip, thinking for a moment. Finally she nodded. Sweet relief washed through him.
"Hmmmm… wise decision."
He winked at her and busied himself beneath the sheets.
**********
Emeline went back to her chamber to bath and change after he finally gave her leave to go. She was sore from the vigorous lovemaking he'd introduced her to this morning. She flushed, recalling the way he'd touched her with his mouth and hands before taking her again. This time she'd felt things that had been absent the first time. Strange and wonderful things. This time she'd felt like she was going to fly off the bed like a bird.
He'd said things too, kind things about taking care of her always. She wondered what that meant. It had the sound of an oath, the kind he used to make when he told her he loved her. But he hadn't said that. He'd said that he enjoyed her. That wasn't the same thing at all, was it?
Magda and one of the maids appeared with buckets of hot water for her bath. They filled it halfway and the younger woman disappeared to fetch two more. Magda helped Emeline disrobe, clucking her tongue as her bruised skin came into view.
"He was too rough with ye."
"No. He wasn't Magda. I swear to you."
"Ye didn't fight him, did you?"
"No Magda."
"Hmph. Smart girl. Do ye love him?"
Emeline didn't reply. How could she? If she did still love him after everything he had done to her this past week, after he'd ignored her pleas for help all those years ago, then she was a fool. But perhaps she was a fool after all. She knew that she was giving him even greater power of her but she couldn't help it.
Power he could use to hurt her.
The old woman held her hand as she stepped into the tub. She sighed as she leaned back and let Magda wash her hair. It felt heavenly. The soothing water did nothing to assuage her turbulent mind though.
She stayed in the water until her fingers wrinkled. Eventually though, she had to drag her body from the bath to be ready for midday meal. Magda had informed her that she was expected there by the new master.
Master.
Rowan was that, in a way her husband never had been. He controlled her now. Her body and her soul. She decided that she better not let him know it. She stood quietly as Magda lifted a soft pink colored wool dress over her head, lacing it tightly. The old woman had her sit while she braided her damp hair into a single long plait. Then she stood and followed Madga down the tower stairs.
**********
Rowan smiled warmly as
"What's the matter sweeting? Don't you like my kisses?"
She pinched her mouth shut and glared at him. He raised his eyebrows and started kissing his way back down her body.
"Rowan- don't!"
He kissed her right breast and then her left.
"Perhaps if you call me by my proper title I will listen to your arguments."
He looked up and saw the heartbroken look on her face. He lifted himself up to kiss her lips again.
"Sweeting, I am only teasing."
The look of confusion on her face was adorable.
"Don't deny me this Emeline. Let me give you pleasure. Last night I didn't take the time to make love to you properly. It's nothing shameful or unnatural I promise you."
She bit her lip, thinking for a moment. Finally she nodded. Sweet relief washed through him.
"Hmmmm… wise decision."
He winked at her and busied himself beneath the sheets.
**********
Emeline went back to her chamber to bath and change after he finally gave her leave to go. She was sore from the vigorous lovemaking he'd introduced her to this morning. She flushed, recalling the way he'd touched her with his mouth and hands before taking her again. This time she'd felt things that had been absent the first time. Strange and wonderful things. This time she'd felt like she was going to fly off the bed like a bird.
He'd said things too, kind things about taking care of her always. She wondered what that meant. It had the sound of an oath, the kind he used to make when he told her he loved her. But he hadn't said that. He'd said that he enjoyed her. That wasn't the same thing at all, was it?
Magda and one of the maids appeared with buckets of hot water for her bath. They filled it halfway and the younger woman disappeared to fetch two more. Magda helped Emeline disrobe, clucking her tongue as her bruised skin came into view.
"He was too rough with ye."
"No. He wasn't Magda. I swear to you."
"Ye didn't fight him, did you?"
"No Magda."
"Hmph. Smart girl. Do ye love him?"
Emeline didn't reply. How could she? If she did still love him after everything he had done to her this past week, after he'd ignored her pleas for help all those years ago, then she was a fool. But perhaps she was a fool after all. She knew that she was giving him even greater power of her but she couldn't help it.
Power he could use to hurt her.
The old woman held her hand as she stepped into the tub. She sighed as she leaned back and let Magda wash her hair. It felt heavenly. The soothing water did nothing to assuage her turbulent mind though.
She stayed in the water until her fingers wrinkled. Eventually though, she had to drag her body from the bath to be ready for midday meal. Magda had informed her that she was expected there by the new master.
Master.
Rowan was that, in a way her husband never had been. He controlled her now. Her body and her soul. She decided that she better not let him know it. She stood quietly as Magda lifted a soft pink colored wool dress over her head, lacing it tightly. The old woman had her sit while she braided her damp hair into a single long plait. Then she stood and followed Madga down the tower stairs.
**********
Rowan smiled warmly as
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