“Time you took a nap.” Even from this distance, Eban had noticed her stifle a yawn.
“But if I sleep now I won’t sleep tonight,” she protested.
“That’s the idea,” he murmured salaciously. Amaranda flushed.
“Shush, Eban, your parents are here,” she admonished in embarrassment.
He chuckled as he came over and lifted her up. She could feel his strong biceps through her thin cotton dress and gasped at the thought of his rippling muscles. He tensed instantly.
“Have I hurt you, sweetheart? Is it your leg?”
“No, I’m fine.” She put her arms around his neck with a sigh. He would wrap me up in cotton wool if he could.
She felt the crisp sheets graze across her tender skin and winced as he lay her down on the bed. Her leg was stinging and her whole body felt sore and fragile. Eban obviously sensed her discomfort and frowned.
“Time for some more painkillers, sweetheart.” He took a large bottle of pills and offered some to her with a glass of water. She took them gratefully.
“Lie with me, Eban,” she pleaded as he turned to go.
“Only if you’re sure I won’t hurt you.” He didn’t need asking twice and quickly pulled off his rough trousers before snuggling next to her and cradling her off to sleep.
Just over an hour later Amaranda woke to find something hard poking into her side. She smiled as she opened her eyes, only to find Eban’s gorgeous blue eyes gazing at her. He had removed all his clothes now, and his engorged cock was making its presence well and truly known.
“Sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He didn’t look at all sorry!
“It’s OK.” She teased with a big grin, “Was there something you wanted?”
“Yes, you!” He lifted her chin with his finger and devoured her mouth in a hot, wet kiss. She felt a gush down below, and grabbed his hair passionately.
“Are you up to this?” Now he looked concerned.
“I’d better be.” She gasped.
He smiled hopefully as he slid her up the bed a little.
“Ooh!” She winced. He frowned.
“It’s not going to work this way,” he announced. “Do you think you could manage to stand up?”
“Of course.” She threw him a puzzled expression as she carefully rose from the bed and stood facing him.
“Arms up.” He removed her loose cotton shift dress, she was still too sore to wear anything fitted, not even a bra. He tucked his fingers into the sides of her damp panties and carefully pulled them down her legs, sniffing her pussy as he did so. She flushed. He frowned as he looked at her blistering body.
He straightened the thick, soft duvet on the bed.
“If you lean over the bed with your hands, and rest your good leg against the side of the duvet for support, your bad leg can stay almost untouched,” he told her, grinning, presumably at her confusion.
She frowned a little, but complied, turning around slowly. The duvet felt soft against her tender leg and hands, and she stuck her bad leg out from the bed.
“I’ll keep you supported as well, sweetheart,” he murmured in her ear as he held her round the waist from behind. His other hand reached forward and stroked her pendulous breasts, which were so big they almost brushed the bed. Amaranda felt the heat sear through to her stomach as he gently pulled at her swollen nipples.
“Tell me if I hurt you, flower.”
She nodded.
His hands felt softer now that he hadn’t been working for some time, and he caressed her gently. One hand drifted down to her soaking pussy and she felt herself flush as he easily slid a couple of fingers into her. She moaned as he tried another finger, then another. She felt full and hot.
“Oh God, Eban.”
His burning cock nudged her pussy, and she felt the length of it along her perineum. She gushed again. The sensations were incredible. She gasped as he removed his fingers and moaned when he didn’t replace them with his cock. He chuckled in his throat.
“Are you OK?”
She gasped in frustration. “No. I want you!” she wailed as he nuzzled her ear.
“Well you only had to ask, sweetheart.”
He giggled as she took one hand off the bed and reached round for his thick cock.
“Allow me.” He nudged her clit before pushing his throbbing cock into her dripping pussy. She wobbled a little, before steadying herself with her hand back on the bed. His arm held her safely round the waist as he pushed in and out of her aching pussy. God he felt good. It seemed to have been ages since they last made love. He was so gentle today, not forcing himself in passionately, but gently sliding in and out, sending delicious sensations up and down her wet pussy. He continued to caress her breast with the hand that wasn’t supporting her, and nibbled at her ear, whispering to her all the time. He felt so close to her! Suddenly he stabbed his hot tongue into her ear, sending a tremor right down her body and into her womb. She screamed out as she climaxed, stunned by her own reaction. The burn was still shooting through her as she came over and over, and she slumped forward, with only his strong arm supporting her as her legs trembled uncontrollably.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” His voice was low and encouraging, and did wonderful things to her insides. She came again, feeling like the flood gates had opened with the sound of his permission. Her whole body tingled and burned from the inside out.
He tensed and gave a guttural groan as he spent his seed right up to her waiting womb. Juices gushed down her thigh and onto the soft duvet as he pushed into her repeatedly. As his own body gave way, he slowly released her and eased her gently onto the soft bed. He slumped down next to her, gasping and panting. They faced each other, faces shining, and exhausted. She took another massive gulp of air. The room smelled deliciously of sex and sweat. She gazed up into his deep blue eyes and saw him smiling through his weariness. God, she loved him! Her own tiredness took over and she drifted into a blissful slumber.
* * * *
A few days later Amaranda stood in the register office surrounded by flowers. It was a very stylish room, with a large picture window that overlooked the sea. Amaranda’s uneasiness was momentarily allayed as her mind was filled with beautiful visions of Refrainia, and the jagged Destiny Rock.
She wore a beautiful white silk gown with seed beads and lace detail, and carried a large bouquet of pink roses interspersed with her favorite white flowers, which she had only ever seen growing on the shrubs of Refrainia. She had no idea how anyone had managed to get them for her, and had cried with joy when she first saw them. On her head was a crystal tiara, and her glossy brown curls flowed around her shoulders. She even wore a little makeup, mostly to cover the blisters and redness of her scorched face, which made her brown eyes shine out even more than usual. She was beautiful.
Eban stood proudly by her side in his best naval uniform. He looked so handsome. His bronzed face glowed, framed beautifully by his blonde hair. His deep blue eyes sparkled as he gazed at his bride, and his smile was dazzling.
They stood facing a sea of smiling friends and Eban’s family.
“Are you ready to take your vows?” the registrar asked quietly.
Amaranda nodded nervously.
“Not yet,” Eban said firmly. “First I need to give you your surprise.”
The door opened at the back of the room and Pascal walked in, looking utterly dashing in a gray suit. An elderly, white-haired lady held his arm as she accompanied him, wearing a smart blue dress, and leaning on a new walking stick. Pallas! She looked years younger as she beamed at the happy couple.
Amaranda gasped in delight, as tears of elation streamed down her pretty face. She could not have asked for anything more.
“I love you, Amaranda,” the groom whispered.
“I love you, Eban Gal.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Bella’s love of writing started at a very young age. While at Ju
nior School, she was once asked to write a story that was to be displayed on the window due to lack of wall space (remember Portakabins?) Unfortunately, once she gets going she tends to run with an idea right up until the conclusion—and it has to have a happy ending! The story was so long it covered several windows and caused a blackout in the tiny classroom!
She is British and lives in the beautiful English countryside with one of her three gorgeous daughters and her wonderful husband, often referred to as her “current husband” just to keep him on his toes! They live in a big haunted house, therefore Bella’s housework is never done as the ghost keeps moving things around—the bedroom isn’t the only place where things go bump in the night. ;)
Open-top cars and country music are among Bella’s favourite things and her fondness for shopping is only surpassed by her love of Châteauneuf-du-pape.
Scourge of the Siren is Bella’s second book and she is currently working on more titles to add to the Sirens and Sailors series.
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