Surrender by Sue Lyndon Read Free Book Online

breath hitched. He lowered his head until their noses almost touched and adopted a stern expression.
    “You’re body belongs to me, Betsy. You already know better than to touch yourself. But it’s more than that. You must also obey me in the bedroom, no matter what I ask you to do. I’m a fair Kall. I might push your limits, but I’ll never hurt you. I want you to learn to trust me, and part of learning to trust involves taking risks. Do you think you can try your best to please me, little one?”
    “Will you spank me if I screw up?”
    He drew back a bit and studied her worried face. “If you aren’t paying attention, or if you willfully disobey, then yes, I’ll spank you.” He paused before adding, “And sometimes I’ll spank you for my enjoyment—and I hope yours, Betsy. I must admit I enjoy reddening your bottom.”
    “You won’t ever hit me with your fists?”
    What? Merokk saw red. His jaw clenched painfully, and he sat back, bringing Betsy up to face him. Is that what she’d been so afraid of? That he’d beat her with his fists? Had someone hurt her in the past? Notions of revenge spun through his mind as he considered ugly possibilities. He took a deep, calming breath and regarded her warily.
    “I would never hurt you like that. It’s my job to protect you from anyone who would.” He searched her eyes. “Did someone hurt you, little one?”
    She shook her head. “No, no one. I—I just…” Her voice trailed off, and she regarded Merokk with gratitude. Then she lunged into his arms, pressing her head against his chest and wrapping her arms around his torso. “Thank you,” she whispered.
    Merokk sat stunned and motionless for a long, contemplative moment, but he eventually brought his arms around his bride, holding her tight and resting his face in her hair. She still smelled like flowers, he thought with a hidden smile. She squeezed him tighter, and his heart swelled. This was the beginning of trust.
    “Look at me, Betsy.”
    She pulled back and met his searching gaze. He took in all her features as he held her close, possessively. A light dusting of freckles covered her cheeks, nose, and the very tops of her slender shoulders. Her creamy white skin reminded him of the soft ivory silk sold by the street vendors in his district back home. The animal inside Merokk roared to life as he watched her lick her full, inviting lips. Drawing her face upward, he captured her mouth with a commanding kiss, sliding his tongue inside to taste, explore, and claim Betsy as his. She responded at once, meeting the thrusts of his tongue and moaning sweetly into his mouth.
    Merokk tore away and pushed her down on the bed. He stood up long enough to shed his clothes and straddled her before she had the chance to move. The rapid rise and fall of her chest, the longing in her darkened eyes, and the scent of her arousal testified to her increasing excitement. The knowledge that she wanted him was an aphrodisiac to his system, and he became lost in Betsy with each new touch, each new taste.
    “Spread your legs wide, little one, I want to see how pink you are.”
     
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    Fiona couldn’t think clearly, she could only act on impulse. She wasn’t a virgin—she’d been bedded a handful of times in her young life. But all the times before seemed to lose meaning and fade into a past that didn’t belong to her anymore. His nearness unleashed instincts and longings she’d never experienced before. His unique masculine scent and guttural groans drove her mad with need, and she shuddered with delight each time he touched or kissed her body with a gentleness she hadn’t anticipated. She’d expected a good, hard fucking—quick and to the point. Not this. But she wasn’t about to complain, because this was nice…very nice.
    His mouth latched onto her nipple and his teeth held it in place while he lapped at it, and he cupped her other breast in his large hand, caressing and pinching just hard enough to elicit a