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“I do not care to hear your prattle. You promised to lie with me as my wife. Or have you changed your mind?”
Deep heat clung to Judith’s cheeks.
“I haven’t!” she vowed, squaring her shoulders.
Silence fell between them, yet Tristram seemed in no hurry to stride to her and do what he professed he wanted.
“Just claim me then! I will not fight you!” Judith flung at him, now at the end of her tether.
Tristram smiled mockingly and did not make a single gesture, simply cocking a dark eyebrow at her. And Judith suppressed a deep sigh within herself. She now knew how things stood. They stood exactly as her husband wanted them. He would not woo her. And he would not ravish her. This meant she had only one course left if she wanted to have this marriage stand.
She strode to him, pausing in front of him uncertainly. He didn’t move. It was plain he wished to humiliate her, by leaving her no choice but to woo him.
“How should I do this?” she asked, attempting to make her voice calm and dispassionate. “Will you not help me in that at least?”
“Why should I help you? Were you of any help when I attempted to woo you?” he countered pointedly.
Judith’s cheeks blushed fiercely, because she recalled only too well the last time they’d shared this chamber and this bed. Tristram had courted her with tantalizing kisses and caresses and she’d been sinfully tempted to lie with him, her lawful husband, but at the last moment she’d rejected him. And, chivalrously, he hadn’t pressed on, although she understood it must have been hard for him to restrain himself.
“Fine,” she muttered between gritted teeth. “I suppose I should undress you first.”
She attempted to reach for his long undertunic, but he pushed her hand away.
“No need of it. This tunic stays on. It’s just my cock you need to tend to.”
Judith blushed to the roots of her hair. The Tristram she’d known would never have used coarse words like this. It was plain she’d not known the true Tristram. Her mother had then been right in her advice. And Judith herself had been right to want to put an end to their marriage. Yet now she had agreed to have it stand.
“If you care for my advice in this, I think it bestyoushould undress,” Tristram further taunted her, with the same mocking smile on his sinfully beautiful lips.
“Fine, then I will,” Judith found herself retorting. “No longer am I the shy, tongue-tied and simple girl I was when we first wed!”
“So then you must have already perceived I am no longer the soft, foolish man I was,” Tristram said in return, looking at her levelly.
Judith decided to pay him no mind. She angrily peeled off her robe, and went to stand in front of her husband fully naked.
“There. I have complied with your command. What next?” she asked in a vexed voice, but found herself blushing more fiercely than before as Tristram’s dark eyes roamed unashamedly over the curves of her body.
She struggled to still her thumping heart and withstand his perusal, and she bit hard into her lip at his next words.
“Your breasts and hips are fuller than last time we met,” he told her and his voice no longer sounded harsh or mocking.
Judith knew herself not to be beautiful, and now she assumed she might appear to him even less so than she’d been years ago. And he might wish to humiliate her by disparaging her appearance. Yet the way he’d spoken the words, and his dark, liquid eyes which were now staring upon her seemed to hold lust rather than contempt.
“You are to touch yourself for me,” Tristram now commanded, but his voice was full of heat and it didn’t sound like a harsh command at all.
His voice had always been compelling, and Judith found herself unwittingly reaching to touch the peaks of her breasts, which, she found, had already stirred under the cool air of the room.
“Like so?” she muttered questioningly, because, in truth, she’d never touched herself like this even when she was alone in her chamber, and now she was doing it in front of the man she’d always lusted after.
“Aye,” Tristram acquiesced watching with avid eyes as Judith’s palms brushed over her nipples in slow circles.
And soon Judith began to feel a sweet ache not only in her nipples, but also in her quim. It was a stab of piercing desire which made her half-close her eyes and bite even deeper into her plump lower lip. Tristram, the fiend, seemed to sense what it was that she now fiercely craved to do.
“Now touch your quim, wife. Stroke the secret spot of it until it begins to blossom.”
How did he already know of that hidden part of her body? Judith had never imagined a man might know of the secret place within a woman’s quim. It was a place she’d often touched when she’d thought of him in her lonely bed, feeling shameful and sinful each time after she’d done so, but unable to stop herself from doing it. And now as she obeyed Tristram’s command, she found it did not feel at all shameful to do it in front of him.
“Good,” Tristram said softly after a long while, when Judith understood she was already gushing wet and burning to touchhim.
