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his head, he gazed down at her and smiled when he saw her big eyes glazed with lust. His breathing labored, he picked her up, carried her to the bed, and once he placed her on the mattress, sat down on the edge and tugged off his boot.
He wanted this woman with desperation so strong and he wouldn’t wait a second longer to have her. He couldn’t stop himself from yawning and shook his head, as he reached for the other boot he yawned again. Suddenly, he was feeling so tired he could barely keep his eyes open. His brain was growing fuzzy and he could not understand why he was suddenly so drowsy. Forcing himself to stand, he shook his head trying to clear his mind which was becoming cloudy.
Puzzled , he gazing down at his wife, he frowned and yawned again, He most definitely hadn’t been tired when he came upstairs. His body though was screaming for release and yet as he pulled of his coat his movements were clumsy and he could barely keep his head up. Finally, he untangled himself from the sleeves, through the fog that was consuming his mind, it suddenly hit him.
In utter disbelief h e glared at his wife, and seeing the guilt written over her beautiful face, he realized that she had drugged him. He bellowed in rage and fell on her heavily capturing her arms and forcing them above her head. “I am going to beat ye for this ye foolish conniving wench.”
Dalla fel t the guilt of what she had done to him weigh heavily in her heart as she watched as he ineptly tried to undress and keep awake. She knew the drug was taking effect and when he struggled to take of his coat, saw that he finally comprehended what was happening to him. She became truly frightened when he covered her with his massive body, she cringed at the black fury she saw in his sleep clouded eyes. After he growled out his threat, she watched as his eye lids slowly close and he forced them open again.
H e was struggling hard against the effect of the drug, but it would be a lost battle and after a few moments, he fell heavily on her and was sound asleep. She pulled her wrists free from his slack grip and with every bit of strength she possessed, pushed him off and once he lay sleeping soundly beside her, started to weep over the cruel and terrible thing she had done to him.
He would most likely carry out his threat to beat her senseless and she knew she deserved it, but still she felt the lessening of remorse since she’d only done it to protect herself. Wiping the tears away, she sat up and stared down at him, she knew he would sleep deeply until morning. She gave a slight shiver of apprehension knowing that tomorrow, she would face hell.
A shiver of dread rushed through her, turning away she slid off the mattress and, picking up the quilt at the end of the bed, moved over to one of the chairs, and curled up on the seat. Remorsefully, she stared over at the man on the bed until one by one, the candles guttered out and the room went dark.
Chapter Eight
Slowly Ta rrel opened his eyes and a confused glance roamed around the bright room, it took a few minutes until his mind cleared and when it did, he sat up and roared. Once again, his gaze swept furiously around the chamber and finding it empty, he jumped from the bed, found his boots and pulled them on.
He would kill her, how dare she drug him, the fury inside him was all consuming and he was going to punish her severely when he could put his hands on the deceitful, malicious wench. Once his boots we re on, he headed out of the bedchamber pulling the door open with such force it hit the wall, but he was already halfway down the passage when it did.
As he raced down the staircase, he saw the hall filled with people and he searched the room for his wife. He found her at the table with her father and cursed knowing that he couldn’t reprimand her with so many people about. With mounting black rage, he strode over to the table and grasped her arm pulling her to her feet.
He wanted this woman with desperation so strong and he wouldn’t wait a second longer to have her. He couldn’t stop himself from yawning and shook his head, as he reached for the other boot he yawned again. Suddenly, he was feeling so tired he could barely keep his eyes open. His brain was growing fuzzy and he could not understand why he was suddenly so drowsy. Forcing himself to stand, he shook his head trying to clear his mind which was becoming cloudy.
Puzzled , he gazing down at his wife, he frowned and yawned again, He most definitely hadn’t been tired when he came upstairs. His body though was screaming for release and yet as he pulled of his coat his movements were clumsy and he could barely keep his head up. Finally, he untangled himself from the sleeves, through the fog that was consuming his mind, it suddenly hit him.
In utter disbelief h e glared at his wife, and seeing the guilt written over her beautiful face, he realized that she had drugged him. He bellowed in rage and fell on her heavily capturing her arms and forcing them above her head. “I am going to beat ye for this ye foolish conniving wench.”
Dalla fel t the guilt of what she had done to him weigh heavily in her heart as she watched as he ineptly tried to undress and keep awake. She knew the drug was taking effect and when he struggled to take of his coat, saw that he finally comprehended what was happening to him. She became truly frightened when he covered her with his massive body, she cringed at the black fury she saw in his sleep clouded eyes. After he growled out his threat, she watched as his eye lids slowly close and he forced them open again.
H e was struggling hard against the effect of the drug, but it would be a lost battle and after a few moments, he fell heavily on her and was sound asleep. She pulled her wrists free from his slack grip and with every bit of strength she possessed, pushed him off and once he lay sleeping soundly beside her, started to weep over the cruel and terrible thing she had done to him.
He would most likely carry out his threat to beat her senseless and she knew she deserved it, but still she felt the lessening of remorse since she’d only done it to protect herself. Wiping the tears away, she sat up and stared down at him, she knew he would sleep deeply until morning. She gave a slight shiver of apprehension knowing that tomorrow, she would face hell.
A shiver of dread rushed through her, turning away she slid off the mattress and, picking up the quilt at the end of the bed, moved over to one of the chairs, and curled up on the seat. Remorsefully, she stared over at the man on the bed until one by one, the candles guttered out and the room went dark.
Chapter Eight
Slowly Ta rrel opened his eyes and a confused glance roamed around the bright room, it took a few minutes until his mind cleared and when it did, he sat up and roared. Once again, his gaze swept furiously around the chamber and finding it empty, he jumped from the bed, found his boots and pulled them on.
He would kill her, how dare she drug him, the fury inside him was all consuming and he was going to punish her severely when he could put his hands on the deceitful, malicious wench. Once his boots we re on, he headed out of the bedchamber pulling the door open with such force it hit the wall, but he was already halfway down the passage when it did.
As he raced down the staircase, he saw the hall filled with people and he searched the room for his wife. He found her at the table with her father and cursed knowing that he couldn’t reprimand her with so many people about. With mounting black rage, he strode over to the table and grasped her arm pulling her to her feet.
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