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time. Cecil pulled me into his rooms. Our mouths met in a rather clumsy and wet kiss. His hardness jutted into my hip before he turned us so my back was against the wall.
“I have been thinking of you ever since I’ve had you back again.” His voice was a hushed, hoarse whisper, sending a weak pang of concern through me.
“It is good to be back in your arms,” I said between his hungry kisses, jumping a bit as his hands cupped my breasts through my dress. It was the same pressure I’d used on myself and my body seemed to be still primed for the taking. But my mind was unmade. Why was he doing that? Did he mean to make me his even before our wedding ceremony? As much as a man inside me would feel wonderful, I couldn’t allow it. Cecil was narrow; he should have as well stirred his cock around in the tunnel that Torsten had driven into me.
Cecil would not relent. His hands clamped around my wrists and pinned them over my head. His gentle kisses strengthened into aggressive nips until he finally bit the flesh of my breast that spilled over the top of my bodice.
“Ow! Cecil!” I instinctively drove a knee into his groin, which caused him to release me and fall back instantly. As he went to the floor, doubled-over, I left his rooms and retreated to mine.
There was no servant in my rooms, the fire hadn’t even been lit yet, though all I needed to do was give the request and Celise or another would scurry to fill my wishes. I rifled through the things brought back with me, noting that the dress Torsten had given me had disappeared. The dagger was concealed within the folds of that dress. No one—not even Cecil’s father would stand up for my wish to wait for sex until Cecil and I were married. A part of me hoped that a new development in Torsten’s favor would remove the need to be married right then altogether. I carried ridiculous hopes for many things and Torsten’s freedom in order to carry me away with him being the fondest one.
Perhaps Celise had noticed the dagger, for I finally found the weapon nestled in a little drawer of the table between my bed and the farthest wall from the door. Relief flooded through me at the sight of the stolen blade, the last vestige I had of my time among the Northmen.
Torsten must’ve had some fear for death, else he wouldn’t have lied. His laying a hand on me would spell death for certain, but since we both were denying anything beyond a capture and enslavement had taken place...The bands of Northmen already razed and pillaged the lands, but a war between kingdoms would be ten-times worse.
I held Torsten’s dagger in my hand, liking the feel of the metal blade biting into my skin. The rounded handle fit my grip perfectly. I had no other control over what my life was or was yet to become, but as long as I had the dagger, I felt safe.
A pounding sounded at my door, startling me. I quickly concealed the weapon in the sleeve of my gown before opening the door. Cecil stood there, red-faced and quite angry.
“How...dare you,” he snipped, and shoved me backwards into my room.
The sound of the door closing behind us was louder than it should have been. I swallowed a lump of panic and kept my calm.
“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to harm you.”
“Harm me ? My lady, nothing you have done to me can compare to what I can do to you. But you must understand your position as a woman and my future wife .”
Cecil gripped my arms and shoved me to the bed on my back. I shrieked, but he pressed a hand to my mouth, stifling my sounds. His hands snaked under my dress, ruffling it up around my waist.
“Why must women wear so much clothing?” he muttered and jerked me towards him.
I was slid down until my ass was off the bed. His body filled the space between my thighs.
I tried to turn and get away, but he was stronger than me. For every inch I pulled away, he would reclaim the space, until the hot flesh of his cock nudged at my entrance.
“What’s the matter? Do you not want
“I have been thinking of you ever since I’ve had you back again.” His voice was a hushed, hoarse whisper, sending a weak pang of concern through me.
“It is good to be back in your arms,” I said between his hungry kisses, jumping a bit as his hands cupped my breasts through my dress. It was the same pressure I’d used on myself and my body seemed to be still primed for the taking. But my mind was unmade. Why was he doing that? Did he mean to make me his even before our wedding ceremony? As much as a man inside me would feel wonderful, I couldn’t allow it. Cecil was narrow; he should have as well stirred his cock around in the tunnel that Torsten had driven into me.
Cecil would not relent. His hands clamped around my wrists and pinned them over my head. His gentle kisses strengthened into aggressive nips until he finally bit the flesh of my breast that spilled over the top of my bodice.
“Ow! Cecil!” I instinctively drove a knee into his groin, which caused him to release me and fall back instantly. As he went to the floor, doubled-over, I left his rooms and retreated to mine.
There was no servant in my rooms, the fire hadn’t even been lit yet, though all I needed to do was give the request and Celise or another would scurry to fill my wishes. I rifled through the things brought back with me, noting that the dress Torsten had given me had disappeared. The dagger was concealed within the folds of that dress. No one—not even Cecil’s father would stand up for my wish to wait for sex until Cecil and I were married. A part of me hoped that a new development in Torsten’s favor would remove the need to be married right then altogether. I carried ridiculous hopes for many things and Torsten’s freedom in order to carry me away with him being the fondest one.
Perhaps Celise had noticed the dagger, for I finally found the weapon nestled in a little drawer of the table between my bed and the farthest wall from the door. Relief flooded through me at the sight of the stolen blade, the last vestige I had of my time among the Northmen.
Torsten must’ve had some fear for death, else he wouldn’t have lied. His laying a hand on me would spell death for certain, but since we both were denying anything beyond a capture and enslavement had taken place...The bands of Northmen already razed and pillaged the lands, but a war between kingdoms would be ten-times worse.
I held Torsten’s dagger in my hand, liking the feel of the metal blade biting into my skin. The rounded handle fit my grip perfectly. I had no other control over what my life was or was yet to become, but as long as I had the dagger, I felt safe.
A pounding sounded at my door, startling me. I quickly concealed the weapon in the sleeve of my gown before opening the door. Cecil stood there, red-faced and quite angry.
“How...dare you,” he snipped, and shoved me backwards into my room.
The sound of the door closing behind us was louder than it should have been. I swallowed a lump of panic and kept my calm.
“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to harm you.”
“Harm me ? My lady, nothing you have done to me can compare to what I can do to you. But you must understand your position as a woman and my future wife .”
Cecil gripped my arms and shoved me to the bed on my back. I shrieked, but he pressed a hand to my mouth, stifling my sounds. His hands snaked under my dress, ruffling it up around my waist.
“Why must women wear so much clothing?” he muttered and jerked me towards him.
I was slid down until my ass was off the bed. His body filled the space between my thighs.
I tried to turn and get away, but he was stronger than me. For every inch I pulled away, he would reclaim the space, until the hot flesh of his cock nudged at my entrance.
“What’s the matter? Do you not want
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