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Whatever he was thinking was not clear from his face. “Eat this, then go lie on the bed to sleep.” He ladled out the broth into a bowl and left her side.
The broth was wholesome. It tasted of carrots and swedes, and slightly of chicken. It warmed her chest, spreading down her arms and legs until it tickled her toes. Licking her lips, she put the bowl and spoon down.
The bed was not as soft as hers, but in the circumstances it was surprisingly comfortable and not the slightest bit cold. She lay on her back, covered herself with the counterpane of quilted layers, and discarded the damp towel to one side.
He walked over to the bed and loomed over her. The bristles on his chin twitched. She could not stop staring at him. The breeches he wore were clean and stretched tight around his magnificent thighs. She had not known that men could grow such proud muscles. A broad belt tucked his shirt into his waist, although the shirt he wore was unbuttoned about his breastbone, revealing a tanned flare of smooth skin.
She had the wherewithal to know she had lost her senses. There was no point in fighting her instincts. For nights she had lain in bed waiting for just such a visitation as this and now that it was upon her, she was filled with exotic feelings. They centred on her belly, a confusing morass of stimulants. Ripples of nervous energy raced to her beating heart, then to her throat and finally her heated cheeks. She was richly endowed with blushes, above and below.
He reached out with a finger, hooked the counterpane, and slowly drew it back. He sucked in air at the sight of her rounded breasts. A slight sound, but in the silence it was audible. She kept her arms to her sides. He contin
ued to unfurl the covers, exposing her navel and hips. With one last flick of his wrist, he tossed aside the counterpane. She was nude and without a thread of protection.
“Part them legs,” he said.
She shifted them sideways. Her womanly hair was sprightly and lightly coloured, like the hair on her head. Fair in many places, she was the opposite of his brooding darkness.
“Bring them knees up and out. That’s it, lass. Don’t be afraid.” He moved to the foot of the bed to admire the view. He smiled. His teeth were white and straight.
She should scream, cover herself, and make her escape. But she was doing the opposite. She was thinking that this was the moment to bring her waiting to an end. If Lord Coleman could not be bothered to visit her chamber, then she would offer her virginity to man who had taken more care of her in one hour than her husband had in three weeks of marriage.
He unbuckled his belt and drew it out of the loops, discarding it at his feet. The breeches were stretched even further and beyond their natural seamline. The buttons of his shirt flew off as he dragged the sleeves off his arms. He grinned. He was so excited; it actually pleased her to think she was the cause of his excitement.
He unbuttoned the flap of his breeches. The thing, the emblem of his masculinity, stuck out and up.
She gasped. It was huge, far bigger than she had ever imagined. The head of it was purple, throbbing and smooth. It gleamed in the candlelight. The rest of it was coarser and covered in threads that pulsated. He spat on his hand and rubbed it up and down the erect thing.
“Keep a tight hold of the back of ‘em knees. And relax, lass. Tis best to relax when my cock comes a-visiting.” He sank his knees onto the bed by her feet and leaned toward her. His whole body swamped hers as he lay his hips between her thighs and rested his hands on either side of her head. Lowering himself, he tipped her chin up using his nose, nestling his face in her flared hair about her throat, and inhaled deeply.
“Thank heavens, you smell of petals and lavender, and not shit. Sweet.” He sighed. “Like an angel, you are, lass, coming ‘ere to me this day. A wondrous thing.”
He lowered his mouth on one of her nipples and tenderly kissed it. Then he opened his mouth wider and drew the bud inside, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. She arched her back in response. He lifted his head, grasped a few locks of her hair in his hand, and tilted her head so that his lips could kiss her throat. He peppered more along her neck and shoulder.
“Tastes as sweet, too,” he murmured. “Say you want it, lass.”
“I do,” she muttered.
“Then say it like you mean it.”
“Take me.” She had no way to know what that might mean other than her deflowering. What little she knew about the coupling of man and woman had been taught by a frigid nun. She had spoken only of his thing between the legs. Only when this man was lying on top of Dara, pushing his thing up against her, did she understand he meant to enter her.
“Don’t tense,” he said lightly. “Makes it harder for me to be kind to you.”
Her lips trembled. All over she was quivering.
He pressed harder, making her open up. “You’re wet. That’s good, lass.” He pressed against her, swerving his hips from one of her thighs to the other.
Her arms finally came to life; she let go of her knees, allowing them to rest on the back of his legs. She grasped his thick arms above his bent elbows and dug her nails into his flesh. He growled softly in the manner of a tamed bear and responded by kissing her neck with firm lips, while below, he cupped one of her buttocks cheeks and gave it an almighty squeeze.
She whimpered. He chortled. “Two can play that game, remember that.” He relaxed his grip on her bottom. “Fine arse.”
More coarse words to memorise and bring out on another occasion. She hoped that this was not the only time a man would exercise his pleasure on her meek form.
He shifted up and she felt the full girth of his manhood enter her. She held her breath, aware of the tight pinch, and how it was changing her forever. She opened her eyes. He was staring at her face, his black pool eyes focused on hers. There was a depth to his gaze that stunned her. Her husband glanced away when she looked into his eyes. The farmer she’d stumbled upon on a stormy day was nothing like that stiff, cold-hearted man.
He lunged forward and the pain spiked. She cried out.
“Ye gods,” he gasped. He had breached her and given his panting, he had not expected the resistance. He clearly enjoyed it though. The smile on his face spread from ear to ear. “You did not have to do that, lass. It’s too generous of you.”
