by Lois Bonde
Catherine flinched when he pulled the veil from her hands. She closed her eyes and silently prayed for mercy. She knew he could see her and yet he hadn’t moved, not even to touch her. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up into a shade of blue that she would remember for the rest of her life. She gasped when she realized that the man before her was her beloved Dream Knight.
His breathing became rapid as he raised a hand to touch her face. “Is it really you? Are ye my bride?”
“And are ye my husband?”
He cleared his throat. “I am Sean Robert Duncan, newly wed husband to Catherine Marie McLane.”
Suddenly she grinned broadly. “And I am Catherine Marie McLane, newly wed wife to Sean Robert Duncan.”
In a flash they were clinging to each other, kissing heatedly. After a moment he abruptly put her down and held her at arm’s length. He looked her over from head to toe.
“You’ve got yourself all bound up in those fool strips of linen again, wife. I told ye never to use them again.”
She shook her head. “But I dinna think I’d ever see ye again.”
“Take them off this instant,” he ordered.
She walked closer to him and laid her hands on his hard chest. Sliding them upward, she wrapped her arms around his neck as far as she could reach. She gently raised one knee a bit and pressed it against the firm cock that was tenting the front of his kilt in a most provocative manner.
“I’m going to need some help with the ties on the back of my dress, husband.”
Grinning, he pulled her into his arms and untied the laces behind her back while he kissed her. Her body felt like hot liquid and her knees threatened to collapse. He had her dress off in a flash. He grabbed the neckline of her delicate shift in a threatening manner, but she instantly stayed his hand.
“Nay, this is one of my favorites and the one I shall always remember wearing to my wedding.”
He relaxed his grip and carefully lifted it over her head. He growled in outrage when he saw the bindings. She reached for the end and started unraveling them. With no such patience, he pulled out his dirk and sliced through the whole lot. The strips of linen dropped to the floor as her crushed breasts bounced free.
“Ach, Sweetling, look what you’ve done to yourself.”
Her breasts were streaked with red from the binding. He sat on the bed and pulled her into the vee of his thighs. Lifting and massaging her wounded breasts, he kissed them along the red lines. Heat shot through her and moistened the place she wanted him to fill. He took the rosy tip of one breast into his mouth and circled it with his tongue as he wove her fingers into his hair and leaned closer, wanting more.
The tip of his rod teased her auburn triangle. She lifted the plaid and took it in her hands. He stepped back and grabbed her wrist.
“None of that yet, wife,” he said sternly. “Ye still have to answer for deceiving me. I thought I had wed a virgin, and instead, I get a trollop who sneaked out and bedded the first man she came upon.”
She gasped. “How can ye be angry? You’re the one who took my virginity.”
“And if I hadn’t been the one ye found in the woods?”
“But…but ye were the one,” she pleaded. She felt embarrassed now, standing there naked with only her thinnest of stockings on. She covered her reddened breasts with one arm and furred mound with her other hand.
“And I told ye never to cover yourself from my sight.”
In a quick movement, he pulled her over his lap, facing down so her backside was high on his lap. She clutched at the bed cover and felt the blood rushing to her head. His arm lay over her waist keeping her in place.
“Let me up. What do ya think ye are going to do?” She knew a husband could beat his wife and no one would stop him. And yet somehow she trusted this man not to hurt her.
He ran a finger down her spine and squeezed the soft mounds of her backside. He circled each one, caressing them with his palm.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
A sharp slap echoed in the room as he slapped one raised cheek. She cried out and was startled at the tingling she felt at the same time between her legs.
“I said to spread them—and I meant wide.”
She followed his orders, and when her near knee hit the bed, he bent it and lifted it up onto the mattress, leaving her furred lips open wide and fully exposed to him.
“That’s better, Sweetling.”
He slid his hand up her thigh from her knee and slipped his fingers between her hot folds. He circled the hard nub before administering another sharp slap on the other cheek. Catherine cried out.
“That’s for what you’ve done to your breasts when I ordered you not to. You’ll never wrap yourself up again, will you?”
“No, never,” she assured him, squirming to get the core of her need closer to his wandering fingers.
He slid a finger back into her folds and deep within her, then another, and a third. His other hand slid under her to squeeze her breast. He pinched the tip that was already hard and aching for his touch. Pinch, thrust, pinch, thrust. She thought she would go mad for wanting him.
“Stop. I want ye within me.”
“Nay. Come for me. Now!” He pressed on her hard nub and her body arched, spasming around his fingers deep inside her.
He slowly withdrew his fingers and spread her honey over her backside where the red imprints of his hand still marked her. Lifting her up until she straddled him on his lap, he arranged her knees on the mattress on each side of his hips. She could feel his throbbing and ready rod pressing against her belly.
Yanking the ties free, he pulled his shirt off over his head. While his hands were occupied high over his head, she flipped up the front of his kilt and took his rod in her hands. While he fiddled with his belt buckle, she rose up on her knees and impatiently steered the tip of his rod between her hot, wet folds. Not to be deprived a moment longer, she sat down suddenly, taking all of him inside her. Their gazes locked as she raised and then lowered herself down with a slow and tantalizing slide.
“I love you,” he whispered suddenly. He took her head in his hands and kissed her gently as she moved over him.
“I’ll love ya forever,” she promised.
The hard nub between her moist lips rubbed on the side of his rod all the way down. It was all she needed to throw her over the edge. Explosions of sparkling lights went off behind her closed eyelids as she clenched him rhythmically within her.
He grasped her hips, lifted her, and jerked her back down. At the moment the tip of his rod pressed against her womb, he threw his head back and bucked within her as he came. They cried out together, expressing the joy that would last them a lifetime.
About the author:
Award winning author Lois Bonde is living a lifelong dream, working full-time at the art of writing. She loves creating passionate characters whose lives are woven together in stories with a happy ending. She has published numerous novels and short stories under several names. When she’s not working at her computer, you’ll find her in her garden, thinking up her next story as she weeds. Or she’ll be with the love of her life in their home on the East Coast or traveling anywhere and everywhere, conducting very private research on romance.
Lois welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at P.O. Box 787, Hudson, Ohio 44236-0787.
Also by Lois Bonde:
Dream Knight
Late Night Commute
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