The Bed Wife: A Novella (The Bed Wife Chronicles Book 1)
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He leaned in, kissing her again, while reaching behind her neck and pulling at the tie that lay there. The dress collected at her feet, exposing her body to him. The cold night air whirled around her naked body. The sensation only added to Luana’s excitement.
Luana reached up and began removing his leather jerkin, revealing his muscular chest in the moonlight. She slid the jerkin off his shoulders, letting it fall on the smooth polished stone floor of the balcony.
Nervously, she leaned in and kissed his chest as she ran her fingertips lightly against his stomach, outlining the curves of his muscles.
Baylin wrapped his arms around Luana’s waist, lifting her up as he kissed her neck and worked his way down. He delicately kissed her breasts. The warmth of his mouth against her night-cooled skin sent waves of chills over her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist; the tingling between her thighs was becoming more than she could bear.
Baylin continued to kiss Luana as he carried her inside and over to the bed. Laying her down gently, he continued to kiss down her stomach to her hips. The warm caresses sent lightning through her body, causing her to tremble and moan. He kissed the inside of her thighs, making his way farther up.
When Baylin’s mouth found her flower, she let out a loud sigh of pleasure. Within moments, Luana’s body was on the verge of climax. She cried out as she arched her back and let the pleasure flow over her body. She had never felt anything like it in her life.
Baylin stood before her and unlaced his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Luana gazed at his body silhouetted in the moonlight. Both her body and her heart desired for him.
Luana had heard that losing your maidenhood could hurt, but all she could think of was how she wanted to feel him inside her.
Baylin crawled on top of her, pressing his hard shaft against her. He kissed her tenderly on the lips, caressing her face as he broke through and penetrated her for the first time.
The pain was mixed with pleasure as she gasped loudly at the feeling, her back arching as she received him. When she looked up, his eyes were fixed on hers. His face was a thousand emotions – worried, nervous, joy, loving, pleasure, pain – it was all there.
He attempted to speak, but his voice broke and he looked away. She cupped his face, turning his eyes back to hers. “What is it?”
“You should know…” he started.
Luana stared at him; she could tell he was as nervous as she was.
“What is it?” she asked him, stroking his cheek.
“I want you to know that our child will be born into a world where his father loves his mother.” Baylin stared deeply into Luana’s eyes.
Luana stroked his face and whispered, “And I love you, Baylin.”
Baylin leaned in and kissed Luana deeply, thrusting gently as he made love to her.
Luana’s senses were on edge as Baylin ran a hand up her thigh, plunging deeper within her.
She couldn’t help but dig her nails into his back, but the sensation seemed to only fuel Baylin’s passion as his strokes got quicker and slightly harder.
Luana’s body began to tremble as the feeling of Baylin’s movement inside her caused climax to approach.
Luana let out a loud moan as her body gave into the pleasure. Baylin, too, groaned in ecstasy and she felt Baylin’s shaft swell and spill his seed within her.
Baylin laid his head against Luana’s breast as they both took deep panting breathes in their exhaustion.
As she lay stroking his hair, Luana could not help but pray. Gods be good, let me give him a son.
Love brought them together. Would tradition tear them apart?
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The Heir
Book two in The Bed Wife Chronicles
The Prince had risen early, before dawn. He found little time to sleep, and when he did, his dreams were filled of violence and death. He longed for the days when he slept all night with Luana in his arms. He wanted more than anything to return to Grasmere and be with Luana while she carried his child, but he could not abandon Mirstone without being certain the trolls had been banished.
He stood up from the bed and pulled on a pair of black trousers to cover his nakedness. Making his way across the tent, he lit a couple of candles on the long table that he and his men used for planning strategy and discussing battle plans. The candles fanned orange colors against the papers that were strewn across the table. Baylin sat down near where the candle light was brightest and began studying the maps of the area, yet again. He had spent more time than he could count going over the maps. There must be a hidden pass somewhere. The Prince was certain that many of the troll hordes had somehow escaped both the fire and his men’s swords.
As he studied the maps, his eyes began to weigh heavy on him. The dim light and loss of sleep made his eyes flutter as they struggled to stay open. Before he knew it, sleep had taken him.
Baylin was in his bed chamber in Grasmere. The rising sun shone through the window and threw a blanket of orange over the room. He felt the comfort of his soft bed beneath him and the warmth of Luana’s body snug against his own. The sensation of their bodies touching aroused him.
The Prince reached out and placed a hand on Luana’s hip. She stirred sleepily and turned to him smiling.
Baylin ran his hand across her waist and laid it against her slender stomach. His eyes flashed from her stomach to her face as panic took hold. “Our child, where is…”
“Shh,” Luana placed a finger gently against his lips to quiet him. “Your son is healthy and fine. Would you like to meet him?”
Baylin’s face lit up in a wide grin as he sat up in the bed. “A son? I have a son?”
Luana smiled warmly and left the bed, walking over to a small ornately carved wood cradle just beyond the end of the bed.
Baylin rose to his feet slowly as he watched Luana bend over and pick up a soft, round, rosy-cheeked baby. His heart caught in his throat as she carried the baby to him.
Luana smiled as she presented the child. “Baylin, I’d like you to meet your son.”
“My son? My son.” Baylin didn’t even try to stop the tears. He happily let them flow freely as Luana placed the cooing, wiggly bund in his arms.
Baylin leaned in and kissed the baby boy on the top of the head. The youngster wiggled at the touch of the Prince’s scratchy beard.
Luana giggled, “He’s perfect isn’t he?”
Baylin looked up at Luana through tear filled eyes. “Yes. Perfect. You both are.”
Luana came up on the tips of her toes to kiss Baylin gently on the lips. She then slid the baby from his arms and placed it back in the cradle ever so gently. She then turned back to him and playfully pushed him backward until he fell back on the bed.
Luana climbed on top of Baylin, straddling him and leaned in to kiss him. “I’ve missed you.”
“And I, you,” Baylin ran his hands along the curve of her hips as Luana began gently grinding against him.
Luana’s kiss became more intense as she tore at the laces of his tunic, attempting to remove it. “Make love to me.”
Her words stirred him. It had been so long since he had been able to gaze upon her. He wanted to show her how much he loved her. The sensation of her mounting him sent waves of pleasure over his body. As she began to push her hips back and forth, he grabbed her waist, guiding her lunges as he thrust inside her.
Baylin moaned as he felt himself coming close to the edge. He closed his eyes as his body shuttered, waiting for the pleasure to come. Just as climax was upon him Luana screamed out in terror.
His eyes flew open, the sun’s warm rays were gone and the room had gone completely dark. He could feel Luana and hear her screams, but the room was black as night.
“Luana!” Baylin screamed, grabbing hold of her.
The chamber came to light. In an instant it turned to night and the room was filled with thousands of candles dripping deep red drops of blood on the floor. Baylin’s eyes adjusted and he could see Luana
before him, with a sword stuck through her, blood running down her front. The sword was suddenly removed and Luana fell in a heap on top of him.
“No!” Baylin screamed out in terror as he took Luana in his arms. “No! What is this?”
Luana was on the brink of death, gasping with every breath. “I… I told you… she… Isla… Cad…”
“Luana!” The Prince cried out as tears ran down his face. He shook her fiercely but she would not wake. Luana lay dead in his arms as he cried her name.
Baylin heard a sinister laugh and a baby cry from behind him. He turned quickly at the sound to find Princess Isla standing there, holding a blood soaked sword.
The Prince laid Luana down on the bed and turned to face Isla. “Why? Why would you do this?”
The Princess continued to laugh, but did not say a word.
Anger and hatred boiled in Baylin’s veins. Just as he was about to lunge at her he heard the baby cry again. He turned his head to see Lord Cadman holding his son cupped in one arm and holding a dagger with the other hand.
“My son,” Baylin pleaded. “Please do not harm him. Do what you will with me, but please don’t.”
Lord Cadman sauntered up to Baylin as though Luana had not just died in his arms. “Now why would I harm the heir of Grasmere? We need him alive.”
Baylin was confused. “We?”
Princess Isla laughed again. Her eyes bleed to black and a serpentine forked tongue slid out of her mouth, kissing the air.
“What is this?” Baylin asked as terror filled his thoughts. “Why do you need my son?”
Cadman’s eyes appeared to glow crimson as he fixed his gaze on Baylin. “The heir is mine.”
Baylin screamed out in agony as he felt the sharp pain of Cadman thrusting the dagger deep into his stomach.
Prince Baylin woke with a jerk. As he looked around his tent, gathering his senses, he saw that the sun had risen. He could hear the sound of birds singing and the muffled rumble of men talking. It was only a dream. He was covered in a cold sweat, his heart still racing from the intensity of the nightmare.
He stood, trying to shake off the tingling of terror that still flowed through his veins. It was only a dream. He walked to the opening of the tent and threw back the flap, letting the cool morning air kiss his skin. The sensation helped to wake his senses and calm him. It was only a dream.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Author Suzanna Lynn is a full-time mom of three beautiful, energetic children.
Growing up in the Ozarks, Suzanna wandered the fields and woods surrounding her home as a child, imagining them to be filled with fairies, dragons, and all number of creatures. Having not lost her childhood imagination, Suzanna has written numerous poems, songs and short stories that have won various awards. However, it was only recently that she decided to stop wishing she could write a book, to making the dream a reality.
She currently has three different book series' (all romance) in the works. The Bed Wife Chronicles, which is a three book series, is set to be published in 2014.
ALSO BY SUZANNA LYNN
The Bed Wife: A Novella (The Bed Wife Chronicles #1)
The Heir: A Novel (The Bed Wife Chronicles #2) Coming Spring 2015
The Queen: A Novel (The Bed Wife Chronicles #2) Coming Soon
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