Sold Into Marriage by Sue Lyndon Read Free Book Online

stroked her hair and murmured soothing words into her ear. He called her a good girl and a sweet lass and other beautiful endearments no man had ever uttered to her before. He stood up with her still in his arms and carried her to the bedroll. He sank down atop the fur covering and held her close in his lap, tucking her head underneath his chin.
    “I am just like him,” she said, sniffling.
    “Just like who?” Varron pulled back to stare down at her. He brushed her hair behind her ears and met her gaze, concern reflecting in his dark depths.
    “Just like my stepfather. I called you so many horrible names, even knowing how awful it is to be spoken to like that, to be insulted and made to feel like nothing at the expense of someone else’s anger.”
    “Oh, Meadow. You’re not like your stepfather at all. You lost your temper, and you apologized for it. Has your stepfather ever apologized to you for anything?”
    “N-no, never.”
    “Do you think he’s ever felt guilty and cried over the things he’s said to you?”
    Her expression turned thoughtful and her tears slowed. He wiped away the lingering moisture with his thumbs.
    “No, I don’t think the man’s felt guilty about a thing in his life, let alone cried over his actions. You have a point.” She graced him with a tiny, shy smile. “Thank you, Varron. Thank you for being so understanding, and thank you for still marrying me, even though I didn’t seem very eager at the time.”
    “All is forgiven, my sweet girl.” He tucked one hand under her and caressed her freshly punished bottom. “I know you have learned your lesson, and I doubt this is a problem we will have again.”
    A flush covered her face.
    “Now, wife, I am finished with my duties for the day. My soldiers insisted I return to you and to trust they would conduct the rest of the tax collecting without my supervision, and I confess it did not take much convincing.”
    Oh, Lord . He was going to take her now. He was going to strip her clothes off and do all those deliciously wonderful things he’d mentioned earlier, right after he’d put her over his knee. He planned to suck her nipples, and touch her all over, and pound his cock into her tight virgin quim.
    A spasm of heat rocked through her core, and an unfamiliar but delightful pressure coiled tighter and tighter between her thighs. She squirmed against his hand, wishing he’d shift his hand from her bottom to the parts of her that were suddenly throbbing. The ache built and built, and she gave a strangled sigh of relief when he finally touched her there . On her quim.
    “My my, little wife. You are soaking wet.”
    He leaned down and kissed her hard.
     
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    “That’s it, wife. Move against my hand just like that.”
    Varron finally had her naked beneath him, and he’d removed his clothes as well. He’d lit all the braziers to keep the tent warm, and he’d lit a lantern and placed it near the bedroll too. The light danced across her smooth pale flesh as she writhed against him. He pressed the heel of his hand to her clit and moved it in a slow, circular motion.
    “Oh God!” She stared at him, panting. “What are you doing to me?”
    “I’m touching your little flower bud, Meadow. Tell me, have you ever stroked yourself between your thighs and brought yourself to pleasure?”
    “No, I haven’t. I never knew… oh my !”
    He withdrew from her clit and cupped her breasts, squeezing and massaging the generous mounds. Next, he twisted her nipples, rubbing and coaxing them to stiff, dark pink peaks. She arched into his touch, an urgent moan escaping her lips. She gasped for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and her face was flushed a pretty shade of pink.
    He kissed her again, harder than before, and thrilled at her sweet responsiveness as she kissed him back. He situated his rigid length at the apex of her thighs, pressing forward ever so slowly, until the head of his cock was fully inside her.
    Christ, she was