Leslie was thrilled by his words. There was nothing she wanted more than to belong to Gabe. She nodded eagerly. “Yes, please. Please, Gabe.”
He couldn’t hold out much longer, but he wanted to make absolutely sure that she knew what she wanted. “I’m afraid it’s going to hurt the first time. If you don’t want this to happen, say so now, kitten, and I’ll stop.”
She took several shuddering breaths and then she leaned in to kiss him with fervent hunger. That was all the answer he needed. Gabe stole her breath in a scorching kiss. As he devoured her mouth, he gripped her hips and pulled her down onto his cock in a steady, inexorable glide. When he reached the obstacle of her maidenhead, he yanked her hips downward at the same time that he thrust his hips up sharply. With a growl, he broke through the thin barrier, swallowing her cries of alarm in their kiss. He kept pulling her hips lower and didn’t stop until he was buried to the root in her sweet, wet heat. He had a primal urge to roar with triumph, and he savored the feel of her scalding sheath stretched to accommodate him for the very first time.
Leslie felt like he had split her in two. There was a burning, tearing sensation deep inside, and all her attention was focused on the hot, hard, pulsing length of him filling her up. She was acutely aware of being impaled, and the size and heat of him pulsing inside her made her scared to move. He felt too big, too hot, and suddenly, a bit dangerous buried in her depths. She could only breathe in shaky pants, and she dug her nails deep into his shoulders to stave off her growing alarm.
Gabe released her mouth and pressed his forehead to hers, waiting until she met his eye. There were tears trembling on her lashes. They tugged at his heartstrings.
“You’re okay, kitten. That’s the worst of it. Give yourself a couple of minutes, and it will start to feel a lot better. In fact, you’re going to start liking it very soon. I promise.”
She gave him a jerky nod, and he captured her lips in another hungry kiss. As he feasted on her mouth, she gradually began to relax her thighs and melt against him. She had always trusted him to take care of her, and this was no different. When she was responding with eager abandon once more, he finally began to move. The reality of being inside her surpassed every fantasy he’d ever had, and he shuddered with delight.
She gasped and tensed as he lifted her and brought her back down, thrusting even higher and harder inside her. He did it a few more times, lifting her with ease. His arms, hands and shoulders were solid shifting muscle as he repeatedly speared her onto his shaft with little apparent effort. She experienced a brief moment of fear when she realized how effortlessly he was maneuvering her on his cock. He had all the control and she could only brace for his thrusts. He could easily injure her with his superior strength. She knew he wouldn’t do so on purpose, but he might not realize how tender and sore she still felt inside.
Sensing her fear, Gabe kissed her temple soothingly. “Relax, kitten. I promise it won’t hurt like that anymore. We’re just going to go for a little ride. Nice and gentle at first, okay?”
The burning pain was replaced by a throbbing ache that was surprisingly satisfying. She wanted to feel it again. Realizing that he had grown still, waiting for her response, she nodded.
“Okay,” she managed to whisper.
“That’s my sweet kitten,” he murmured.
He held her gaze as he began moving again. He kept it slow and steady, and she gradually relaxed and began to ride him.
“Still okay, kitten?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Oh, Gabe…oh!”
When she began moaning with pleasure, he gradually began to possess her with more forceful strokes. He steadily increased the tempo and intensity until he was lifting her and slamming her back onto his cock without any reservation. She was a natural. Despite her inexperience, she moved with sensual grace, using her whole body to pleasure him beyond belief.
Leslie began to release needy little sounds, and they were music to his ears. She was enjoying what he was doing and wanted even more. He knew he wouldn’t last long. She felt too good, too perfect, clasping him within her depths. He gripped her, his fingers digging into her hips as he drilled into her with growing abandon.
Their bodies glistened with sweat. The only sounds were flesh slapping on flesh, grunts and moans, and their labored breathing. The heady musk of sex filled the air, mixing with the earthy smells of hay, grain, and animals.
Leslie’s head was spinning with delight. When Gabe trailed a molten line down her neck and suckled her nipple into his mouth once again, she threw her head back and reveled in the sensations. He gripped her sore bottom in one large palm and found that aching little nub with his other hand, squeezing it in time with his forceful thrusts. It was too much. She toppled over the edge, screaming her pleasure as she clutched his wide shoulders.
Gabe let go and went with her. He released his seed deep inside her in a torrent of hot spurts. He could feel every muscle in her tight sheath gripping his cock, greedily milking it for every drop. He had never felt such a rush of possessive satisfaction.
They stayed like that for several minutes. Finally, their breathing slowed to a reasonable rate, and their hearts stopped pounding. When Leslie gave a little shiver, he hugged her closer against him and gently lifted her off his cock. He fumbled to pull his britches up and fasten them, keeping her perched on his lap with an arm around her as he did so.
“Hold on to me, kitten.”
He stood up, holding her with her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. He draped her discarded shirt around her back to protect her from the cool night air and carried her to his cabin.
Leslie continued to cling to Gabe until he laid her across his bed. Moonlight steamed through the window, and he stood looking down at her. He slowly ran his hands over every part of her body from her collar bones, down over her breasts, then over her hips, thighs and calves. She could see the glitter of his eyes as he assessed her hardened nipples, her tiny waist, and the thatch of silky hair over her mound. When she started to sit up, he pushed her down with a firm hand between her breasts.
“No. Don’t move,” he murmured. “I’ll be right back.”
Leslie lay still, listening to him as he moved through the cabin. He returned in just a moment with a damp rag. He grasped her thighs and pulled them wide apart. She flinched slightly and shivered as he used the cool cloth to clean her up, gently wiping the smears of blood and their combined fluids from the insides of her thighs. The act of him cleaning her was almost as intimate as their joining had been. It seemed as if he felt the same, because he took an inordinately long amount of time, making sure that every slick fold was cleaned.
Gabe took possessive delight in cleaning Leslie’s body. It was a heady experience to see and touch and explore every part of her, and he drew out the moments as he savored having such free reign. Seeing his seed dripping down her inner thigh reminded him of the seriousness of what they had done. Like he had warned her, there was no going back. He was honor bound to marry her now. It was a sobering thought, but it didn’t scare him as much as he had expected it might. The deed was done. He would learn to live with the consequences. Knowing that he could have her like this whenever he wanted in the future made the idea of marrying her much more palatable.
For several moments, he stood there, studying her body. He ran his fingers lightly over her tender, swollen folds. Leslie held her breath as he fondled her boldly. Every stroke of his strong fingers fanned the flames of her arousal. When he lightly pinched her clit, she arched her hips toward him, mewling with need.
“Please, Gabe. Make love to me again. Please.”
Gabe was already hard for her again. After fantasizing about her for months, one quick mating hadn’t come close to satisfying his hunger. He delved inside her with two fingers, stroking her clit with his thumb. She was so responsive, moaning and writhing beneath him. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight, her nipples appearing dark atop her luscious, quivering breasts. If he wasn’t worried that she would be
too sore, he would have taken her again. But he knew that in his present state, wanting her as badly as he did, he couldn’t be gentle. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
He heaved a reluctant sigh and withdrew his hand. Leslie was surprised and disappointed, and she gave a little needy whimper.
“Wait for me under the covers. I have to see about your horse and close up the barn.”
He waited while she scrambled beneath the sheets and then he left her in the darkened room. Leslie’s thoughts were racing. This wasn’t how she had pictured things happening, but she had no regrets. She had wanted Gabe to treat her like a woman. He had certainly done that. He had tilted her world on its axis, and now, she wasn’t sure where they stood.
It was only a few minutes before he returned. By then, her eyes had adjusted to the dark, but he was still just a shadowed silhouette as he shed his clothes and climbed into bed beside her. He pulled her into his arms, and she snuggled eagerly against him.
“Get some sleep,” he murmured. “We’ll talk in the morning.”
Leslie nodded, but she didn’t think she would sleep a wink. Too much had happened. But his deep, even breathing and the sound of his heart slowly thumping beneath her ear were like a soothing balm. Before she knew it, she had drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Gabe wished that he could fall asleep, too, but he was too keyed up. The enormity of what they had done lay heavy on his shoulders. She had tempted him beyond reason, but it was still his responsibility that he hadn’t stayed in control. He could have put a stop to things, but he had let them go too far. Now, his future was irrevocably changed.
He was angry at himself, but he was equally angry with her. Because of her impulsiveness, his choices had been eliminated. He had no choice but to marry her.
You’re not really sorry, are you? You’ve been desperate to have her in your bed for years. Now she’s yours. You can enjoy her whenever you want.
Those thoughts made him even angrier. He wasn’t going to be ruled by lust. With a disgruntled growl, he turned on his side, facing away from Leslie, and fell into a troubled sleep.
Chapter 4
It seemed like only moments later that Leslie was being shaken awake. She cracked her eyelids open and could see the first, faint rays of dawn shining through the window.
“Time to get up, kitten. We have to get you home.”
Leslie closed her eyes and groaned. “Just a few more minutes, Pa.”
Gabe swatted her firmly on her very sore bottom. “I’m not your pa. Now, wake up.”
Leslie bolted up and stared at Gabe through widely rounded eyes. She suddenly realized that she was in Gabe’s bed rather than her own. The sheet was pooled around her waist, and his eyes dropped to her nakedness. Everything that had happened the night before came back in a rush, and her cheeks burned. She clutched the sheet over her breasts with a gasp.
Gabe raised one sardonic brow and grinned down at her. He was fully dressed already, and he raked his gaze down her body, pausing to enjoy the way the sheet clung to her ripe curves.
“It’s a little late for modesty, kitten. I’ve already seen your body.” His eyes dropped slowly over her from head to toe. “Every sweet, tempting inch of it.”
Leslie hugged the sheet tighter as her cheeks flamed even hotter than before. She felt uncharacteristically shy, and she needed some time to come to terms with how their relationship had changed. She managed to hold his gaze and jutted her chin out defiantly. She clutched the sheet with one arm and pointed to the door with the other.
“Give me some privacy so that I can get dressed.”
He crossed his arms and stared at her. Gabe wasn’t feeling particularly charitable toward her this morning. If she hadn’t shown up uninvited in the middle of the night, he wouldn’t have lost his self-control and bedded her. What had seemed like a fine idea in the heat of the moment felt like the worst mistake of his life in the bright light of morning. Now he would be stuck with her as his wife, even though they didn’t suit each other.
You suit each other just fine in the bedroom. Now, you can enjoy her body anytime you like. What could be more suitable than that?
He tried to ignore those thoughts as he focused on setting the tone for their future. Thanks to Leslie, he no longer had any choices about whom he wanted to marry. He was supposed to be a mature, sensible man, but he had allowed Leslie to cloud his judgment. Because of her impulsive behavior, she had tempted him into taking things too far. He’d had a moment of weakness, but he’d be damned before he allowed her to lead him around by the cock.
He was determined to make that clear from day one. He wouldn’t be manipulated by her anymore. Her wild, rebellious days were behind her. Gabe was determined to mold her into a suitable wife, and that meant that she would follow his orders, not the other way around.
“Hurry up and get dressed. I need to get you home before your folks realize you’re gone and start to panic.”
“Get out so that I can get dressed,” she repeated, pointing to the door.
“I don’t think so, kitten. You were bound and determined to see me last night. Seems only fair that I see you this morning.” His eyes dropped suggestively down her body and he grinned tauntingly. “And since you’re the one who is naked in my bed, I intend to enjoy the show. Now, get up and get dressed. Time’s wasting.”
Leslie firmed her lips and glared at him. “I am not some cheap saloon girl, and I’m not going to prance around in the nude for your pleasure.” Seeing his surprised look, she smirked. “Yeah, I know all about your trips to Harvey’s. You’ve been a regular there for years. You may be used to seeing nude women like that, but I’m not getting out of this bed until you give me some privacy.”
Gabe gripped the sheet near her feet and yanked it free from her grasp. Leslie screamed and scrambled toward the other side of the bed. She was brought up short when he grasped both of her ankles and pulled her down to the end of the bed. Though she clawed and clutched at the mattress, there was no escaping.
He pulled her toward him until her bottom was at the edge of the bed, and he stepped between her outstretched thighs, forcing them to stay open. Then, he grasped her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. She lay panting beneath him, naked and vulnerable as he leaned over her. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and he could see her pulse beating frantically at the base of her neck.
Gabe flashed her a mocking grin before letting his gaze meander slowly down her nude body. With his free hand, he traced lazy circles around both of her nipples. His grin deepened when they instantly hardened beneath his fingers. He bent to nibble one before pulling it into the hot, wet cavity of his mouth. He sucked hard, smiling against the soft mound when she moaned and arched eagerly beneath him.
He teased her, raking his teeth across the sensitive nub until she began to writhe and whimper. Then, he released it abruptly and flashed her a wicked grin.
He captured her lips and kissed her while he reached between her thighs and pressed two fingers deep inside her without any preamble. She was deliciously slick, and he probed her with deep, thorough, possessive strokes. All the while, he claimed her mouth with punishing kisses. When he had worked her into a desperate frenzy, he released her mouth. Catching her startled gaze, he withdrew his hand and licked her juices off his fingers with a satisfied sigh.
“That’s where you’re wrong, kitten. From now on, your body belongs to me, and I will use it for any kind of pleasure I want. As my wife, I expect your obedience and submission. If I want to see your body, you will show it to me anytime I choose. Understand?”
Leslie blinked rapidly, trying to bring her scattered thoughts into some semblance of order. “As your wife? What are you talking about?”
Gabe cupped her breast again. He twisted her nipple sharply, grinning when she gasped. He continued to toy with the tender nub casually while he taunted her.
“I’m talking about you—me—what we did last night. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten, kitten.
I fucked you, remember? I can’t very well just fuck you and then pretend like nothing happened. Since I enjoyed this sweet body of yours, I’ll have to do the right thing and marry you.”
Leslie’s cheeks burned with humiliation and tears stung the backs of her eyes. For her, what they had shared was special, almost sacred. He made it sound so sordid and tawdry. She struggled to get loose, but he merely tightened his hold on her wrists.
“Let me go, you big brute. I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man on earth,” she snapped.
“Oh, yes, you will. You’ll marry me, even if I have to drag you to the preacher kicking and screaming.” He saw her jaw clench, and he grinned. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that nothing I say or do can change your mind. But you should already know that you aren’t half as stubborn as I am. You’re going to marry me, whether you like it or not.”
“I won’t,” she gritted out, turning her face to the side to avoid his eye. “Now, let me go. Like I told you before, I’m not some cheap saloon whore that you can toy with.”
Gabe leaned down and nibbled her ear as he taunted her. “No? You certainly behaved like one last night, kitten. Would you like for me to tell your ma and pa every detail of what we did in the barn last night, how you were so shameless that you begged me not to stop? If that’s what it takes to make you marry me, I will. Shall I tell them how hard your nipples were? How wet your pussy was? How desperately you begged to be fucked?”
“Stop it,” she cried, struggling to break free of his hold.
Growing up around a bunch of boys, she had heard such crude language, but never directed at her. It was both shocking and surprisingly tantalizing, but she wasn’t about to admit that to Gabe.
“Stop using such foul language and let me up this instant!”
Gabe laughed mockingly as he easily held her pinned beneath him. “I’ll use whatever kind of language I like, and you’d better get used to it, kitten. Shall I tell your parents how you allowed me to strip off all your clothes and fuck you in the barn with all the other animals? Shall I tell your parents how your tits bounced up and down while you were eagerly riding my cock and screaming with pleasure?”
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