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unfathomable. Where did her dearest friend go? What had turned him into this formidable stranger?
“A silly thing to ruin that merely to have me next to you for one night.” She turned away from him and shook her naked bottom purposefully in his direction before crawling under the furs. “Now, if you don't mind, it has been a very long day, and I must be up early tomorrow.” Tucking the covers under her chin, she shut her eyes.
“Seems I failed to mention that this is a permanent arrangement.”
Her eyes flew open. “Oh no, you promised that I could go back to my cottage.”
“You can, of course, but there isn't anything left of it.” He hurled the last piece of the wood frame into the fire. “There is no more of it than there is of the trundle bed. Stubborn as you are, I knew you would insist on returning, and I'm not going to allow you to starve to death. This is your home now.”
“But I passed by it this morning. I looked in the window.”
He shrugged. “Things change.”
“You've decided I'm to be your whore without even asking me?”
He pushed her back onto the mattress. Stripping her of the cover, his hands gripped her knees and pressed them up and out. He settled himself between her parted legs. His silken skin was heated from the fire. Her legs trembled, weakened from their first coupling. “Again? More than once in an evening?”
“Colin doesn't have much stamina?”
“You are a bull-headed man.” She reached over and peeled back the coverlet to show him the pale pink stain that proved him the first.
“All those times you and Colin met?”
“'Twas only as friends. Our little group had diminished from three to two.”
“By God, a virgin?” He studied her intensely. “That explains why you were clinging to me like a panicked kitten.”
Christiana noticed for the first time the crescent marks where her nails had bit into the skin of his arm.
“But you allowed me such liberties.” The man seemed truly astonished by her revelation.
She could only shrug. Her body had reacted to his as if by instinct. Perhaps a virgin was supposed to accept with grim passivity her deflowering.
An arrogant, thoroughly male expression tipped his lips. “I'd ask your forgiveness…”
“But 'twould be a lie. You're pleased to have been the first,” she finished for him.
“Aye, too true.” He toyed with her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Fascinated, she watched as he pulled the rosy erect nub gently between his teeth. And then his mouth covered the entire aureole and suckled it. Her whole body tingled at the erotic tug on her nipple. She gathered his glossy, ink-colored hair into a tail at his nape exposing the etching on his neck. Everything about him fascinated her.
With her other hand, she traced the scar, the wings that enfolded both sword and shield. It was a representation of the Angel of the Apocalypse. The scales of justice were drawn on the shield. The mark was all that remained of the soldier who had once risked his earldom to go on crusade. She wondered if she judged him too harshly. Perhaps, after years devoted to battle, he deserved to indulge himself with pleasure.
He lifted his head, a wicked smile playing on his face as he inched inside of her, thick and hard. With each exquisite increment, she dug her fingers into the sleek muscles of his back.
“I'm asking,” he said with another persuasive thrust into her tight sheath. “Will you stay with me?” He drove deeper. Her pussy clenched around him.
“I won't have any of your bastards.” Startlingly penetrating strokes made her stammer her demand.
“You've made that clear. I am determined to tame that mouth of yours.” He nibbled her bottom lip and then plunged his tongue deep into her mouth.
He reached between their bodies, his thumb finding the most sensitive part of her.
Rubbing the pad of his thumb over her nub, he teased it until a scintillating sensation thrilled her whole body. He was
“A silly thing to ruin that merely to have me next to you for one night.” She turned away from him and shook her naked bottom purposefully in his direction before crawling under the furs. “Now, if you don't mind, it has been a very long day, and I must be up early tomorrow.” Tucking the covers under her chin, she shut her eyes.
“Seems I failed to mention that this is a permanent arrangement.”
Her eyes flew open. “Oh no, you promised that I could go back to my cottage.”
“You can, of course, but there isn't anything left of it.” He hurled the last piece of the wood frame into the fire. “There is no more of it than there is of the trundle bed. Stubborn as you are, I knew you would insist on returning, and I'm not going to allow you to starve to death. This is your home now.”
“But I passed by it this morning. I looked in the window.”
He shrugged. “Things change.”
“You've decided I'm to be your whore without even asking me?”
He pushed her back onto the mattress. Stripping her of the cover, his hands gripped her knees and pressed them up and out. He settled himself between her parted legs. His silken skin was heated from the fire. Her legs trembled, weakened from their first coupling. “Again? More than once in an evening?”
“Colin doesn't have much stamina?”
“You are a bull-headed man.” She reached over and peeled back the coverlet to show him the pale pink stain that proved him the first.
“All those times you and Colin met?”
“'Twas only as friends. Our little group had diminished from three to two.”
“By God, a virgin?” He studied her intensely. “That explains why you were clinging to me like a panicked kitten.”
Christiana noticed for the first time the crescent marks where her nails had bit into the skin of his arm.
“But you allowed me such liberties.” The man seemed truly astonished by her revelation.
She could only shrug. Her body had reacted to his as if by instinct. Perhaps a virgin was supposed to accept with grim passivity her deflowering.
An arrogant, thoroughly male expression tipped his lips. “I'd ask your forgiveness…”
“But 'twould be a lie. You're pleased to have been the first,” she finished for him.
“Aye, too true.” He toyed with her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Fascinated, she watched as he pulled the rosy erect nub gently between his teeth. And then his mouth covered the entire aureole and suckled it. Her whole body tingled at the erotic tug on her nipple. She gathered his glossy, ink-colored hair into a tail at his nape exposing the etching on his neck. Everything about him fascinated her.
With her other hand, she traced the scar, the wings that enfolded both sword and shield. It was a representation of the Angel of the Apocalypse. The scales of justice were drawn on the shield. The mark was all that remained of the soldier who had once risked his earldom to go on crusade. She wondered if she judged him too harshly. Perhaps, after years devoted to battle, he deserved to indulge himself with pleasure.
He lifted his head, a wicked smile playing on his face as he inched inside of her, thick and hard. With each exquisite increment, she dug her fingers into the sleek muscles of his back.
“I'm asking,” he said with another persuasive thrust into her tight sheath. “Will you stay with me?” He drove deeper. Her pussy clenched around him.
“I won't have any of your bastards.” Startlingly penetrating strokes made her stammer her demand.
“You've made that clear. I am determined to tame that mouth of yours.” He nibbled her bottom lip and then plunged his tongue deep into her mouth.
He reached between their bodies, his thumb finding the most sensitive part of her.
Rubbing the pad of his thumb over her nub, he teased it until a scintillating sensation thrilled her whole body. He was
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