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She moaned against him and reached up to hold his face in her hands, kissing him hard and long, delving her tongue against his as she whimpered and wrapped her thighs around his center. He moved to sit on the bed with her and returned her kiss with all the fury of his longing for her, unable to get enough of his sweet wife. His cock hardened and his desire for her had never been stronger.

“What happened to you?” he asked after breaking the kiss. He cupped her face and wished a lantern was lit so he could better glimpse those pretty blue eyes of hers.

“Me? What about you? I thought you were dead. I saw the
Georgiana
sinking. I thought…”—her voice broke—“I thought you went down with the ship.”

“I saw the first longboat moving toward the second pirate ship, and I assumed they’d taken you, since I couldn’t find you anywhere on the
Georgiana
. So I jumped overboard and tried to swim toward the longboat, and then I saw you fighting the pirates as they tried to get you aboard. A wave overtook me then, and I would’ve died if natives on Bunca hadn’t found me washed up on their island and helped me recover from a fever. I’ve spent every moment since I awoke on that island searching for you, praying to God you were all right.”

She smiled and kissed his cheek. “Varron, I am fine. I’ve been miserable all this time, but only because I’ve been grieving. I believed you were dead. Had I known you were alive, I would have been looking for you too.” A giggle bubbled up from her and she threw her arms further around him and gave him another hard kiss. “You’re alive! You’re actually here and you’re actually alive!”

In her eagerness, she unfastened his leggings and started pushing his surcoat off, but Varron captured her hands and waited until she met his eyes. “Lass, we don’t have to do this right now.” He paused, hoping his next words didn’t offend her or reopen the wounds of her time with the pirates. “When you were aboard the pirate ship, before the warship from Himma rescued you, were you harmed in any way?”

She stilled and shrank back against the headboard, and his heart sank at her sudden withdrawal. Needing to glimpse the expression in her eyes, he rose up and fumbled through the darkness to light a lantern. Setting it on the small table next to her bed, he reached for her, tucking her hair behind her ears and smoothing his hands through her silken locks as he awaited her answer.

“Varron, the captain aboard the
Darfona
—that’s the name of the pirate ship—he kept me for himself in his quarters, never letting any of his men go near me. But he never really hurt me. Slapped me once, but that was it. He tried to take me a few times, but he never managed…” She looked down and twisted her fingers together, then took a deep breath and continued. “He couldn’t take me because he was always soft. He tried but he was always so drunk, I believe, that it just didn’t work.” A tear rolled down her face, and he caught it with his thumb and wiped it away before bringing her against his chest.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that, lass.” If the captain of the
Darfona
wasn’t already dead, Varron wouldn’t have rested until he hunted him down and made him pay, but all those aboard the
Darfona
had been put to death.

“It was nothing compared to thinking you were dead, Varron.” She snuggled deeper into his embrace and sighed contently. “It’s in the past now, and it all happened so fast and I was in a deep state of grief that I cannot recall many of the details, nor do I wish to.”

“You’re a brave lass, Meadow. I admire your strength.” He paused in his stroking of her hair and peered down at her. “I have missed you. And I love you. I am sorry I didn’t tell you before you were taken from me. But I love you with my entire being, my sweet lass.”

Moisture glistened in her eyes and she sniffled. “I love you too. I didn’t realize it until we were forced apart, but I really mean it. I love you too.” She smiled as the tears spilled down her cheeks. “I’m so happy you found me.”

“I would have spent the rest of my days trying to track you down, lass. You’re mine,
my
wife, my heart.” He cupped her face and pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply.

She whimpered and moaned against him, and her hands roved up and down his back, until finally she was pushing his surcoat off again. He withdrew from the kiss and tore his surcoat off the rest of the way, followed by his tunic. His gaze then fell to her thin nightdress. In the glow of the lantern, the dark outline of her erect nipples tented the fabric. He bent down and suckled those enticing peaks through the material of the nightdress. Arching against him, she wove her fingers through his hair as noises of pleasure left her.

“Are you ripe and ready for me, lass?” He pulled back in order to lift her nightdress over her head. Once he had her bared to his gaze, he resumed paying attention to her pert breasts, squeezing her generous mounds and teasing her nipples with rapid flicks on his tongue.

She once again attempted to open his leggings. He playfully smacked her hands out of the way and did it himself, standing up briefly to remove his boots and leggings, before he crawled atop her on the bed. She peered up at him with her lips slightly parted, as she panted beneath him and spread her legs wider in invitation.

Blind need consumed him. His cock throbbed.

He had to be inside her. Now.

After missing her and worrying over her safety for so long, he couldn’t wait a second longer. Gripping her hips, he positioned the tip of his cock at her wet entrance and surged forward, driving all the way inside her in one hard, quick thrust. She cried out and clutched onto him, her nails digging into his back.

“God, you feel so good, lass. And you’re all mine.”

“Please,” she whimpered, arching her center up against him, urging him to move within her.

He was only too happy to oblique. Withdrawing slightly, he once again pushed his hard length into her deliciously tight heat. In the next moment, he started pounding her hard and fast.

“That’s it, Meadow. Take it. Be a good little lass and take all of my cock in your tight little quim.”

When the beginnings of his release beckoned, he pulled out of her, wanting to prolong this session of lovemaking. He sat back and eyed a tall-backed chair on the other side of the chamber, and a devilish idea struck him.

The image of her draped over his lap, submitting to him as he reddened her cute bottom, was too tempting to resist. He stood up and dragged the chair to the center of the room, sat down on it, and gave his wife a knowing look as he patted his thigh.

She flushed and crawled off the bed, then walked toward him slowly, her head slightly bowed, as if she were remorseful for some sort of trouble she’d gotten up to. Her adorable playacting only made his cock harder, his need for her almost painful in its intensity.

“Now that I have finally found you, sweet lass, I think it best that I once again assert myself as your husband and impress upon you the importance of good behavior. It’s been far too long since you’ve had a stinging bottom.”

“How very wise of you, sir.” She bit her lower lip and her eyes twinkled with mischief.

He fought back a grin at her response and reached for her hand. Guiding her down across his lap, he positioned her with her delectable behind high in the air and forced her thighs apart, exposing her plump and wet quim lips to his gaze.

“Now, this bottom is far too pale.” He cupped her left cheek and gave it a firm squeeze. She wiggled over his lap and pressed back into his touch.

“Are you going to talk all night, Varron, or are you ever going to spank me?”

“Girls who sass their husbands get very long, very hard spankings, Meadow.” He moved to cup her right cheek and pulled it to the side to reveal the cute pucker of her forbidden entrance. Before she could respond, he lifted his hand and brought it down on her bottom. The smack resounded in the chamber, and he shifted her closer to his center and commenced spanking her methodically, swatting each of her cheeks, then landing sharp blows on the tops of her thighs before moving back to her rounded cheeks again.

“Oh! Please, Varron. Not so hard!” She struggled, but he held her firmly down over his lap, intent on giving her a proper spanking.

“Who do you belong to, Meadow?”

“Ouch! You, sir! Oh…ouch!”

“Who owns this naughty bottom of yours?” He paused and touched the apex of her thighs, where her arousal glistened in the glow of the nearby lantern.

“You own my naughty bottom, sir,” she replied, giving another wiggle, “and all the rest of me too.”

He pumped two fingers in and out of her wet heat. A soft sigh left her lips, and she peered over her shoulder at him with a pleading look. “Please, sir. Please let me have my pleasure.”

“Not yet, lass.” He fucked her with his digits, driving deep with each fast plunge into her tightness. He purposely avoided her clit, intending to make her wild with need before he permitted her a release. After she gave a pitiful moan, he withdrew from her center and yanked on her hair, forcing her head up. He pressed his fingers, covered in her essence, to her lips. “Clean this off, young lady.”

She obediently licked her arousal off him, and he felt the trickle of moisture from her center upon his own thighs. He grinned knowing how badly she must be aching right now, and he next helped her off his lap and forced her to stand between his legs.

“Go bend over the bed, Meadow, and reach around and spread yourself open to me. I want a clear view of your quim and your little pucker.”

“Aye, sir.” A fresh flush suffused her cheeks and she scurried to obey his order. She bent over the bed just so, reached around, and hesitated for only a breath of a moment before drawing her cheeks apart and exposing all her feminine virtues to him.

He fisted his cock in his hand as he approached her, wasting no time in settling his engorged length at the entrance of her tight, slick quim. He surged into her fast. The bed shook violently under his thrusts. Despite his roughness, Meadow managed to keep herself spread open to him. Her moans and little whimpers filled the room, accompanied by another odd, deep noise that Varron eventually realized was his growling.

He came hard, spilling his essence deep into her depths. As his release waned, he stayed inside her and reached underneath her to stroke her swollen clit. A few swirls overtop the nubbin had her crying out her own ecstasy. While she continued gyrating against his hand, he withdrew his length from her quim.

“That’s it, Meadow. Be a good girl and come for me while my seed is running down your thighs.”

After they both caught their breath, they collapsed on the bed in one another’s arms. Varron had never felt so content in his life. He thanked God for answering his prayers to find Meadow safe, and he admired her for her strength. She’d managed to secure a job and a place to stay all on her own. She hadn’t given in to despair. She’d survived.

They drifted to sleep, but awoke some time later in the early morning.

“I love you, sweet Meadow, and I promise we’ll never be apart again. Your place is by my side, always.” He gave her bottom a squeeze and kissed her forehead.

She sighed against his chest. “I love you too, Varron, and I am happy to finally be back where I belong.”

~THE END~

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