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She could not move. Fool, why did she make him so angry? He pounded again and then silence. Ilene let out her breath. Perhaps he’d gone away. Now there was only her own rapid breathing, the frantic thump of her heart against her ribs.
A loud crunch of splintered wood and the door sprung open with terrible violence and Murray rushed in.
‘You will never bar that door to me again, do you hear me.’
‘Leave me alone.’
‘No,’ he snarled, coming towards her.
She backed off but came up against the edge of the table. ‘Go away. I hate you, Murray.’
He took her face in a firm grip. ‘Aye, and I hate you…but more than that Ilene, I pity you, more than anything, I pity you…for being forced to have me.’
‘Please Murray, let me go,’ she pleaded, trying to tear his hands away.
‘Ilene, what is this poisonous thing between us? It’s not love is it?’
‘It could have been if you’d let it,’ she wailed, still struggling to free herself.
‘But you lied to me.’ His hands tightened their grip. ‘You were never his to take. You’re mine, you always will be mine, no matter what. I’llneverlet you leave me because, in spite of everything, God help me, I still want you.’
His mouth crashed down on hers. Ilene was folded, helplessly, into his arms, as anger at the thought of him with another woman melted into a need to possess him, to hold on to what was hers. So she clung to him, clutching at his hair, his shirt, feeling the warmth of it against his skin. Perhaps he wanted her at last. All the pent-up feelings of desire she had held back these past months overtook any fear or jealousy or shame. If she gave herself up to him now, if she pleased him, he would forgive her, she was sure of it. In that moment she didn’t care what came after, she just had to have him.
‘Will you lie with me? Speak, for this is your only chance to escape what I have in mind for you,’ he snarled, with a terrible intensity.
‘I…I don’t want to escape and if you really do want me…?’
‘I’ve never stopped wanting you.’
His hands were all over her then, like a starving man at a banquet, pulling up her skirts, tearing free her stays and casting aside her bodice. He lifted her up onto the table and parted her legs quickly. Ilene could feel him hard against her, and she prayed that he would not change his mind, that he would not reject her.
‘Not like this,’ he hissed in his dark voice. He lifted her up and almost threw her onto the bed, raining kisses down all over her face and her neck. Ilene wanted him inside her so much, it was almost unbearable, but he seemed in no hurry to take her.
‘I want you to Murray. I want your hands on me,’ she said emboldened by the need on his face. She put her hand to his throat and pulled his mouth to hers, pressing herself against him, igniting his need again. Murray grabbed her windblown hair in his hand, bringing it to his face, breathing in the scent of it, long and hard.
Murray had slow hands, gentle and coaxing, and he used them all over her as the day started to fade outside, lighting them in the fierce orange glow from the dying sun, as it streamed in through the windows.
‘Why do you have to be so beautiful, so very lovely. You do it to tempt me, to pull me in,’ he growled, his hand around her neck, pulling her into a languid, delicious kiss. His eyes were deep blue pools of desire, holding fast to hers as he lay over her, holding himself up so as to keep his full weight off of her. If he hadn’t, she would have been crushed, for he was a big man, a heavy mass of muscle. Pulling her shift down to her waist, Murray gently caressed one of her breasts, causing Ilene to arch her back and press against him. The rough pad of his thumb over her delicate nipples stiffened them to eager peaks off lust, and he followed with his mouth, sucking and sliding, tongue flicking and stroking. Ilene was desperate with anticipation, grabbing at his hair and wrapping her legs around him.
‘Murray, please, please,’ she begged, her hands roaming under his shirt and along his smooth, hard chest. Heavily muscled ribs against her fingertips felt like warm marble. His body, so hard and vigorous, excited her to the point where, if she could have forced him inside her, she would have, she was so mad for him. Murray pulled his shirt up over his head with one hand and cast it aside. His chest on hers was warm and heavy, pressing her into the bed.
‘Slow down, not yet,’ he gasped, his hands roaming all over her, sliding across her hips and down her long legs, then back up, parting her thighs gently. ‘Wait, my love, just wait.’
Oh, his fingers were on her now, between her legs, in the wetness of her, sliding over her tender flesh, slowly at first and then quicker, as she gasped and moaned, writhing under his hand. All the while Murray kissed her hard, his tongue invading her mouth to the same rhythm as his fingers invaded the most secret, precious part of her.
Ilene lost all control over her senses for she was his slave now, she would do anything for him not to stop. She craved the release which was building and building in her and she was not alone as, suddenly, Murray broke free and hurriedly tore down his breeches.
He pushed her legs wide apart and entered her just a little, causing her to gasp. She looked up into his face and saw a fierce need there.
‘Do it, Murray, please, I want you to,’ she begged.
‘Nothing is going to stop me,’ he growled
His mouth was pressed to her throat as he grabbed her hands, intertwining his fingers in hers, raising them above her head. He did not crush her, holding himself up on his elbows, but he was so big as he loomed over her that, for a moment, Ilene was nervous.
Would he remember their wedding night and her betrayal? Would he feel the swell of her belly and be repulsed? She held her breath for a moment but then he squeezed her hands in his as he began to enter her, slowly. She moaned as he filled her, all rational thought leaving her head, replaced by sensation. He pushed his face against her neck as he began to thrust slowly into her.
‘Am I hurting you,’ he said roughly. ‘Do you want me to stop?’
