He raised his head and looked down at her rosy, wet lips, and for a wild moment, he wished she were a whore. A whore he could take quickly and forget, a whore who would know what was coming her way. There was, however, a part of him that was proud of the fact he would be her first, and if he had any say about it, her only. He already knew once he took her she would belong to him. He would never be able to send her away.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, my dove.” Both their hands went to the ties that held her dress on and within minutes, she stood in front of him naked. She was perfectly formed. He allowed his gaze to leisurely wander over her long well-shaped legs and arms, a flat stomach, nicely rounded breasts tipped in a dark pink color, and flaring, womanly hips. The apex of her thighs contained a patch of fiery-red curls. It was all covered in cream-colored, flawless skin. She was perfection. “My God, you were hiding all that under those drab, ugly clothes? Jacinda, you are beautiful.”
She flushed a rosy pink from her head to her toes. “Thank you,” she simply whispered.
“Would you unbind your hair for me?”
She pulled her braid over her shoulder and her shaky fingers worked to undo the mass. When she had it loose, Ben reached forward and spread the strands out. It fell in curls and waves to her hips. He lifted a red curl to his nose and sniffed. “I think perhaps, Jacinda, you are a witch after all, for I am thoroughly enchanted by you.”
His lips came down on her mouth and this time he felt a need to claim her as his. He wanted all others to know he wouldn’t share. He would be the first to touch and taste Jacinda, and she would never have need of another. He would see to it. He moved his mouth down her swan-like throat and felt her shiver. “Are you cold?”
“No, not at all, but maybe I am just a little nervous.”
“Relax, tell me when I do something that you like, or don’t like. I want to please you, my dove.”
His hands felt the weight of her breasts, one in each palm and he rolled the pretty pink nipples between his thumb and finger.
She whimpered. “Yes, I like.”
Ben continued to pull and pinch at her sensitive nipples while he moved his mouth upward to capture her lips again. He made love to her mouth. He sucked her tongue into his mouth to tease and to tangle with his own and then plunged it back into her mouth again and again.
He stepped back from her and yanked his shirt over his head. Ben needed skin-on-skin contact. Deciding to leave his pants on for now so as to not frighten her, he growled with need. “Lie back on the bed so that I may taste you. I have a hunger for your sweetness, Jacinda.”
Chapter Eight
Jacinda lay back on the bed and watched the heat in Ben’s eyes as he scanned down her body. Never had she been looked at by a man with such desire and need, and it gave her an incredible feeling of power. Confidence like she had never known coursed through her body. Ben found her desirable. He didn’t think her a freak. He thought her a beautiful woman and for the first time in her life, she thought of herself as such too.
He lay on the bed beside her and ran his large hand slowly down her body. He stopped at the curls of her sex and Jacinda nervously bit her lower lip. “Do you know what happens between a man and a woman?” he whispered.
“I have some idea. I have seen animals in the fields and barnyard mate,” she admitted.
Ben didn’t say anything. He leaned forward and put his lips on her nipple and Jacki gasped. He pulled it into his mouth and savored it like one would a newly acquired sweet treat. Rolling it on his tongue and lightly sucking. He moved on to the next, giving it the same special treatment. Jacki twisted on the bed. She found it impossible to lay still. Her body was demanding something, but she didn’t yet understand what.
Ben left her nipples wet and aching and moved down the center of her body, stopping to dip his tongue into her belly button, his long, dark hair tickling her skin. When his fingers slowly parted the place between her legs that only she had ever seen or touched, she whimpered. “Is this wrong?”
“Does it feel wrong?” he asked her hoarsely.
“Nay, it feels … exciting and wicked, but not wrong. It feels too good to be wrong.”
“It will only get better, my dove. This I can promise. Trust me?”
“Yes.” She felt exposed and vulnerable, but yes, she trusted this gentle giant.
Jacki watched him position himself between her spread legs. His face disappeared and she felt his tongue move across her skin, and she gasped. She went to close her legs and he raised his head. “Keep your legs spread for me,” he instructed. Jacki bit down on her bottom lip and did as he said.
She felt his mouth on her. His tongue moved up and down and inside her slit, and it was the most naughtily enjoyable thing she had ever experienced. He found just the right spot and sucked and licked at it until she writhed helplessly on the bed. Something was happening to her body. It was something both thrilling and frightening at the same time. “Ben.” She reached down and gripped his hair to push and hold him closer to her. “Something is happening to me.”
In answer, he quickened his sucking and increased the pressure of his tongue on her flesh. Her moans grew louder and dissolved into quick pants. Her hips rose up to meet his busy mouth. Was this really her? She felt like someone else had taken over her body. A bubbling built up inside of her and raced upward toward her head. Then it was exploding lights behind her eyes and Jacinda cried out.
When she opened her eyes again, it was to look down at Ben. His mouth was coated and shiny from the juice from her body. His blue eyes so dark as to appear black and they were watching her. “What happened to me?”
“I brought you pleasure. It’s what men and women do to each other when they make love. Did you like it?”
Her entire body felt warm and flushed and hummed like a well-played instrument. “Am I a wicked wanton if I say yes? I enjoyed it very much.”
Ben grinned. “No, your admission makes you an honest woman who knows what she likes.”
“Then, yes, I liked it very much. Is that it? Am I no longer a maiden then? I thought, I mean, I had heard that there would be pain to the woman. Yet, I felt only pleasure.”
Ben’s eyes darkened and he stood from the bed and began to unlace his pants. “No, there is more. I have readied your body with my mouth and fingers. I hope to cause you as little pain as possible, my dove, but some is inevitable. If you wish to stop now, say so and we will go no further.”
Stop? She could no more stop her body from wanting him than she could stop the snow from falling. Jacki watched his hands as they stilled on the laces of his pants. He awaited her answer. She wanted to know the rest. She wanted to belong to this man in every way possible and if pain was the fee, then she would gladly pay it. “I want you to finish.”
“I was hoping you would say that.”
Ben let his pants drop to the floor and Jacki’s eyes widened. What had she just gotten herself in for?
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Ben frowned at the look of fear that came over Jacinda’s face. It was one he had seen before and it all but gutted him. Even experienced whores had looked at him such, so he shouldn’t have been surprised that an innocent would also fear his size. “Look into my eyes. I’ll be as gentle as possible.”
She gave him a brave half-smile and nodded. Ben climbed back on the bed and settled between her legs. He reached his hand down and felt how wet she still was. He slipped a couple of fingers into her tightness and circled them, hoping to stretch her and make her ready to accept him. “Just relax. It will go easier for you if you do.”
He leaned forward and kissed her and moved to her ear and down to her throat, leaving love bites on her fair skin. On his elbow on one side, he used his other hand to tweak a nipple before laving it with his tongue. When she was writhing beneath him, he slipped his hand between their bodies and placed the head of his cock at her wet entrance. He slipped it back and forth until it was well coated with her wetness and he pushed the tip inside. Jacinda g
asped. “I’m sorry, my dove.” He plunged forward until he felt her maidenhead give way and he stopped. He held himself frozen above her, even though every nerve and muscle in his body demanded that he move. “Let me know when I can move,” he ground out between clenched teeth.
“The pain was brief and has passed,” Jacki said.
“I will push forward. Tell me when you can take no more of me.” Inch by slow inch, Ben glided into her sucking wetness. His cock was throbbing for release. His body ached to thrust forward, but he had never had a woman who could take the entire length of him. He was accustomed to being able to reach climax by holding back. Beneath him, Jacinda was breathing deeply and squirming, which wasn’t helping his resolve to go slow and easy.
“Ben, please, I want all of you.”
Ben pushed forward slowly until he was completely sheathed in her wet, tight, softness. Never had a woman took him balls-deep before, not even the experienced whores he’d taken with regret. “God, Jacinda. You have all of me. I have no more to give. Can I move?”
“Yes, please.”
Slowly, Ben slid from her only to delve leisurely back inside. He quickened his pace. In and out, all the way to the hilt of his cock he plunged. He ground his teeth at how tight she was. At how her greedy body drank him back in every time. His movements became quicker, desperate, more out of control.
Beneath him, Jacinda moaned. The little sounds she made drove him closer and closer to the abyss. Her hands clutched at his ass, urging him forward again and again. “Harder, Ben.” He adjusted his position and pounded into her tender flesh. Suddenly, she stiffened in surprise. She clutched him closer and her eyes widened in wonder before she cried out below him. Ben felt his balls tighten and he threw his head back and roared with a pleasure he had never known. His seed spurt from his cock with the most satisfying release of his life. Ben rocked against Jacinda again and again until her amazing body sucked him dry.
Falling to Jacinda’s side, he gathered her up in his arms and planted a kiss on her damp forehead. “Are you well, my dove?”
“Yes, I didn’t know it was like that between a man and a woman. How absolutely heavenly it is.”
“It is not always like that, only when the right man finds the right woman. Jacinda, we are fated. Never before have I been able to fully sheath myself in a woman before, not until you.”
Jacki innocently ran her finger over Ben’s man nipples, teasing one until it peaked. “So, perhaps we were made for each other? Is that what you are saying? That maybe my height is our destiny?”
“Yes, my body fits in yours perfectly. You are mine, Jacinda. Say it.”
Jacinda smiled. “Yes, I am yours, Ben.”
Ben pulled her tighter against him. Already he was growing hard for her again but knew it was too soon.
Jacki pinched his nipple and Ben hissed. “Has no one ever told you, my dove, that teasing a giant could be dangerous?”
Jacki smiled. “This kind of danger I can live with. Can we do that again?” she asked shyly.
Ben groaned with need. “Yes, we will do it again, as many times as you can take me, but for now your body needs to heal. It’s too soon just yet.”
Jacki yawned. “You promise we’ll do it again?”
Ben ran his hands down her smooth back and pulled her closer to kiss her lips. He knew he had made a mistake when her sweetness touched his mouth. Pulling back, he looked down at the beauty in his arms. “Yes, I promise and a giant never breaks his word.”
“Never?” Jacki murmured as her eyes finally fluttered to a close.
Ben knew the instant she was asleep. Her lips parted. Her breathing slowed and deepened. His entire body ached with the need to have her again. It would be a long time before he slept. He tried to slow his breathing and think of anything but the warm woman in his arms and in his bed. He made a list of all that needed to be done. Feed and water the animals, mend a shirt he had torn, clean the soot and ash from the fireplace… It all ran through his head, but still, the look of wonder on Jacinda’s face when she had come for him shoved it all aside. In the end, he closed his eyes and counted backward to a thousand, for after all, a giant never breaks his promise.
Chapter Nine
Jacki sat up on the bed and watched Ben. With only his pants loosely tied around his waist and his boots on, he had been hauling pails of snow inside and placing them by the fireplace to heat. “What are you doing?”
He looked up from her and grinned. “It’s a surprise for you, my dove.” He pitched more wood onto the fire and stoked it until the room grew overheated. He went into the back storage room and emerged with a large tub and placed it in front of the fire. After checking each bucket of water with his fingers, he poured them into the tub. “Your bath awaits, my lady.”
Jacki smiled and moved from the bed. She couldn’t hold back the wince that crossed her face while she gingerly walked toward the inviting tub. Even from here, she could see the steam rising above it. Ben noticed her expression of pain and frowned. “The warm water will help with the soreness,” he said, holding her hand and helping her step over the lip of the tub and into the warm water. He noticed the dried blood between her legs and a feeling of guilt crossed his features. “You are sure you aren’t hurt?”
Jacki eased down into the water that came to her waist when she was seated. “Mmmm, this feels wonderful.” She looked up at Ben. “No, I’m just a little sore, but not in pain. Thank you for the bath.”
He handed her a spicy smelling sliver of soap before going back to the door with a pail. “As much as I would like to stay and watch, it would be best if I didn’t. I’ll not take you again so soon, while you are still so aching.” His heated gaze moved to her breasts floating above the water line and Jacki felt his hesitation. His gaze shifted up to her face and Jacinda noted the tenseness of his jaw even as he spoke. “I’ll heat more water for your hair and help you wash it when I return. In the meantime, I will go and check on the animals again.” He pulled his shirt over his head and added his hooded, fur-lined cloak. He turned from the door and came back across the room, kneeling beside the tub to press a lingering kiss on her lips before he turned and went out the door, closing it quickly behind him.
Jacinda smiled and slipped lower into the heated water. How had she gotten so lucky? Her mother had been wrong. Everyone had been wrong. There was a man for her. She’d found the one man who would love and protect her and make her his. The one man in the world who didn’t think her ugly or a freak because she was unnaturally tall or had hair the color of a painted harlot. She lathered up the sliver of soap until there were bubbles and ran it over her body. The slight marks he had left on her tender skin while he had caused her pleasure were a reminder of his ardor. He had desired her. His scent floated up with the steam of the bath. His soap, his scent would cover her, and she was good with that.
Tavis suddenly, unexpectedly came to mind. He would find her and when he did … tears slipped from her eyes. She should tell Ben the truth. She should tell him that she had a stepbrother who searched for her. Who would do evil against her should he find her. Perhaps there was still time before he had to know. She deserved to be happy for a little while longer, before reality slipped back in. Would Ben be angry with her for not being completely honest? Would he put her aside and make her leave? How could she tell him she had struck Tavis and run? How could she bear the shame of his look when he found out what Tavis had intended for her?
No, she wouldn’t tell him just yet. She wanted this time with him to be about them and not about Tavis. But she knew the day would come when he would have to know the truth. He would have to be told her shameful past, that her only living relative, her stepbrother Tavis wanted her for his whore. If he found her, and he probably would not give up until he did. He would take her away and her disgrace would never end. Ben would not want her anymore. How could he when she wouldn’t be able to bear her own self?
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Ben tossed some fresh hay in with his horse and o
ffered him a scoop of oats. The other animals, minus the goose that was still missing from his stall, had all been fed and watered. He had delayed as long as he dared. Her water would be cold. He knew he should go back to the cottage and help Jacinda wash her hair, but he didn’t know how he was going to be able to do such a thing and not touch her, not have her again. Yet, it was too soon. He knew that. She would still be sore and despite everything the villagers thought of him, he wasn’t an animal completely void of feelings.
Still, a thrill shot through his body at the thought of seeing her again … taking her again. She was perfect and he was convinced she had been made just for him. Never had he imagined he would know such a woman. Hollis had done well and despite his earlier anger at him, he knew he owed him more than he could ever repay.
Jacinda was everything he’d ever hoped for in a helpmate and wife. Yes, he intended to make her his wife. She would bear his children and together they would live a perfectly happy, normal life together on the mountaintop. He would build her a bigger house. Hell, he would build her a castle if she so desired. He would see to it that she wanted for nothing and she never knew fear and hunger again. He thought of the villagers who would have burned her at the stake and he had to tap down his anger and remind himself that they were ignorant and superstitious fools.
She was his and no one would ever hurt her or take her from him. He reached down and adjusted his cock. Already it grew hard and lengthened at the thought of her sweet, welcoming body. Her scent, her taste, and her responsive reactions to his touch. He remembered it all and grew hard. He sighed. He would not take her again tonight, but perhaps it was time he taught his little dove the pleasures that could be obtained by other delicious means. Yes, that was the only way he would get through the evening without plunging inside her again. With his decision made, he headed back to his cottage, a grin of anticipation on his face and a hard cock between his massive thighs.
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