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assuredly quick-witted. How she came up with such invectives was amazing. She probably thought the name-calling would insult him but far from it. If it were anyone else, he most definitely would be outraged, and they would swiftly suffer for it. But his wee bride was so entertaining! She kept him on tenterhooks, just waiting to hear what she would say next.
Really, he should berate her for calling him such names, but he wouldn’t. With a shake of his head, his laughter died down to a chuckle, and he straightened up, continuing on down to the hall to order water for her bath. If she thought for one minute that she could defy him, she had another thing coming. He wanted her smelling sweet and she would be. Once he gave the order to one of the maids, he took his seat at the table. After they broke their fast, he would take her for a stroll around the keep so she could find her way by herself. He would be careful, though. Those gates were going to remain closed as tight as a nun’s twat. No way was she going to escape him again. He ignored the clan members who were starting to trickle in as he busied himself fighting his lustful thoughts.
He tried not to picture her in her bath, all slippery and wet, but it was a losing battle, and instantly his cock swelled and grew painfully hard. Damn it, man, get a hold of yerself, ye fool. He blew out an aggravated breath. Aye, the priest better get his scrawny butt here quickly, because he was starting to wonder if he would be able to keep his oath not to skewer her. He wanted her so badly the ache in his groin was torturous. He drummed his fingers on the wooden table in an attempt to drive up something else to think about besides the wee lass with beads of water clinging to her skin. That was it, he was going to have to stop calling her wee or little lest she do what she threatened to do, to pluck him bald or yank out his tongue. He chuckled, she was certainly a fierce lit…ah, lass and he had never enjoyed a wench more than he did his betrothed.
All the wenches before her paled in comparison and he found them lacking now he had met her. She was going to make him a fine mate, one who would challenge him and keep him on his toes. Aye, she was no shrinking miss, and he liked that she wasn’t afraid to tell him exactly what she was thinking or how she felt. Though at times it might be a little annoying, her openness pleased him. There was no slyness about her and she wasn’t the type who wheedled her way into getting what she wanted. He found dealing with her quite exhilarating, and already he looked forward to their next encounter.
All he could do now was hope that she would be honorable, even though he was growing certain she would be. She had too much pride to let herself be tainted by the shame if she refused to honor the contract between them.. She was a rare wench indeed, and in sooth, he was coming to think he was a very lucky man. If he could win her affection, he would be even luckier still. Aye, he admitted, he was a greedy man when it came to his betrothed. He’d never given much thought to feelings and emotions before, but now he wanted his wife to care for him. He, of course, had no intentions of becoming a love-sick fool. It was his job to protect her, keep her safe and respect her. He would offer her friendship and teach her passion. It was his duty as her husband and he would not fail her.
If he could not win her affection, all he could do was make certain she was contented and happy. Perhaps when the babes began to arrive, her heart would soften towards him. It did not matter, though; he would be satisfied with companionship and lust. It was more than most married couples had going for them. He did not want his marriage to be a battlefield like some husbands and wives had. Nor did he want complete disregard for each other and boredom. His chest heaved in dissatisfaction. He did not want either of them miserable and he would do all he could to make certain it never
Really, he should berate her for calling him such names, but he wouldn’t. With a shake of his head, his laughter died down to a chuckle, and he straightened up, continuing on down to the hall to order water for her bath. If she thought for one minute that she could defy him, she had another thing coming. He wanted her smelling sweet and she would be. Once he gave the order to one of the maids, he took his seat at the table. After they broke their fast, he would take her for a stroll around the keep so she could find her way by herself. He would be careful, though. Those gates were going to remain closed as tight as a nun’s twat. No way was she going to escape him again. He ignored the clan members who were starting to trickle in as he busied himself fighting his lustful thoughts.
He tried not to picture her in her bath, all slippery and wet, but it was a losing battle, and instantly his cock swelled and grew painfully hard. Damn it, man, get a hold of yerself, ye fool. He blew out an aggravated breath. Aye, the priest better get his scrawny butt here quickly, because he was starting to wonder if he would be able to keep his oath not to skewer her. He wanted her so badly the ache in his groin was torturous. He drummed his fingers on the wooden table in an attempt to drive up something else to think about besides the wee lass with beads of water clinging to her skin. That was it, he was going to have to stop calling her wee or little lest she do what she threatened to do, to pluck him bald or yank out his tongue. He chuckled, she was certainly a fierce lit…ah, lass and he had never enjoyed a wench more than he did his betrothed.
All the wenches before her paled in comparison and he found them lacking now he had met her. She was going to make him a fine mate, one who would challenge him and keep him on his toes. Aye, she was no shrinking miss, and he liked that she wasn’t afraid to tell him exactly what she was thinking or how she felt. Though at times it might be a little annoying, her openness pleased him. There was no slyness about her and she wasn’t the type who wheedled her way into getting what she wanted. He found dealing with her quite exhilarating, and already he looked forward to their next encounter.
All he could do now was hope that she would be honorable, even though he was growing certain she would be. She had too much pride to let herself be tainted by the shame if she refused to honor the contract between them.. She was a rare wench indeed, and in sooth, he was coming to think he was a very lucky man. If he could win her affection, he would be even luckier still. Aye, he admitted, he was a greedy man when it came to his betrothed. He’d never given much thought to feelings and emotions before, but now he wanted his wife to care for him. He, of course, had no intentions of becoming a love-sick fool. It was his job to protect her, keep her safe and respect her. He would offer her friendship and teach her passion. It was his duty as her husband and he would not fail her.
If he could not win her affection, all he could do was make certain she was contented and happy. Perhaps when the babes began to arrive, her heart would soften towards him. It did not matter, though; he would be satisfied with companionship and lust. It was more than most married couples had going for them. He did not want his marriage to be a battlefield like some husbands and wives had. Nor did he want complete disregard for each other and boredom. His chest heaved in dissatisfaction. He did not want either of them miserable and he would do all he could to make certain it never
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