The Patriot Bride (12 page)

Hannah had never felt any pain in that area until now, and she didn’t like it. Ever bit of her body strained, trying to get away from him. She wanted him out of her, immediately, but she was completely unable to move. Her arms were trapped at her sides, and her lower half was spread wide open beneath him. There was nowhere for her to go but towards him, and more pain. So she put her head back on the mattress and closed her eyes, trying to get to the place she hadn’t had to go to in quite some time – her mother’s safe arms. She’d always imagined they were around her when her father had taken his fists to her.

But getting away from this man mentally – or physically - wasn’t anywhere near as easy as getting away from her father, unfortunately, and part of the reason was because although what he’d done to hurt had hurt like the dickens for a long moment, that pain had somehow been replaced by a not unpleasant feeling of fullness. She still wanted him to get away from her. She still wanted him to let her go. She just. . . . wanted this feeling to continue. It felt almost as good as it had when he’d touched her in her cabin, although in a different place.

And then he began to move.

Wolf could see the outright confusion on her face, the war between her outrage at the pain and her confinement, and the pulsating, distracting pleasure that replaced it against her will. He shifted again, just enough that his hand could come between them and touch her in that special place that he now knew belonged only to him, wetting his third finger, with it’s big callused tip, in his mouth before watching her watch him place it atop that turgid bud. He didn’t move it at all. He let his hips do that as he slowly dragged himself in and out of her.

Unfortunately, it had been so long that he wasn’t going to be able to drag this out the way he wanted to. This time. He had a feeling he’d recover pretty quickly, but this time – this time he was on fire in a way he hadn’t been since he had his first woman, Rosaria DeLaCroix, one of his mother’s friends and twenty years older than he was if she was a day. But insatiable and into everything.

A more than adequate teacher.

He picked up his pace because he knew he had to, dipping down to wet the tip of his fingers with her own tribute before bringing it back up and stroking her more deliberately. He wanted to make sure that even if he was quicker than he wanted to be with her this first time, that she enjoyed it, despite the pain. And from the sounds of the little whimpers coming from the back of her throat that she probably didn’t even realize she was emitting, she was definitely feeling something from this joining of theirs, even if she didn’t want to. And he knew she didn’t. She didn’t want anything to do with him. She probably hoped that every time he went above board that he – and he alone – would be swept into the sea by a large wave, so that she could go back to the quiet life she favored in Boston.

But she would never be rid of him. He wanted her, and now he had her. He wasn’t about to let her go, especially once he got her pregnant, which he intended to do with all unseemly haste. They were newlyweds, after all. They could spend all day, every day in bed and no one would even bat an eye. And he decided he liked that idea enormously..

“Please, please don’t do this,” she pleaded in a tiny voice as she breathed heavily, knowing that her body was racing further and further down the path towards the ultimate in ecstatic betrayals. All he had to do was touch her there, apparently, and whatever it was that he had pressed inside her that he kept withdrawing and ramming back in, hard, in a way that should have hurt badly but instead made her want to bring her legs up and hug him with them, helping him defile her, pushing him further into her to sate a desire that was so strong it took all of her concentration to deny it.

“Ah ah ahhhhh,” he cautioned, and would have waggled his finger if hadn’t been involved in much more interesting pursuits. Wolf could see that she was trying to convince her body not to respond to him, and he wasn’t about to allow that. He reached his other hand up and easily captured a nipple which he pinched and gently held, making it tug just slightly painfully every time his hips flexed himself into her. Her squeal each time was quite gratifying, and nearly threw him over the edge alone. She began to writhe beneath him, not trying to escape, but bucking and twisting because of the dictates of her body, not her plotting mind, and he knew she was close. It only took a few more strokes for her to scream loud and long with ecstasy. Wolf cringed inwardly for her – every man on board would know exactly what had happened to her, although no one would come to her aid, regardless.

But her muscular pulsations around him brought him back to the situation at hand as he leaned forward and hooked her legs over his arms, forcing her to spread even further for him, allowing her no escape from his vicious thrusts, taking her completely for his own satisfaction, not concerning himself with her in the least. It had been so long that it hadn’t taken him nearly enough time to reach his culmination, but he vowed that this would only be the first time this evening.

And it wasn’t. He found himself nearly insatiable for her body – for her touch even more so, but he would take what he could get, and he did, several times over, and in several ways. Wolf found himself tugging her into positions he hadn’t assumed in bed for quite some time, pulling her to the edge of the bed once when he’d come back from using the chamber pot, forcing her head well down and her gorgeously enticing rear well up and pointed towards exactly what it was going to receive from him, as if asking – nay, begging – for the attentions it got seconds later.

He was as mindful as he could force himself to be about the delicacy of her condition – he didn’t want to hurt her unnecessarily, and he only took her virginal opening that one other time, laboring strong and hard behind her, pumping himself in and out, and drinking in every one of her outraged, humiliated whimpers as if it was the nectar of the Gods.

But what he did do was indulge himself in other manners of pleasure – for himself and for her. He loved that she responded to him so readily. Red faced and protesting all the way, but she couldn’t control the fact that her body loved what he did to it, and he was damned glad of that fact.

At one point his erection had risen while they were taking a small break – she was asleep with dark circles under her eyes that had nothing to do with her sooty lashes. He knew he was exhausting her, but he had to follow the dictates of his long denied body. He awoke rock hard after a very short nap, noticing that the cabin was entirely dark, and that no one had knocked on their door to remind them of dinner.

He smiled ruefully, thankful for their discretion. Wolf reached over and lit several of the bedside candles, then turned and drew a startled breath at how beautifully her body was illuminated by them, as if she was wearing a cloak of light that hid as much as it revealed. He couldn’t resist reaching out to gently tweak a still somewhat firm nipple, diligently coaxing it into a state of stiff arousal.

His still asleep wife stirred and moaned in her sleep, and he took advantage of her malleable state to arrange her head low down on his stomach, so that she would awaken to a surprise. She had not confronted or acknowledged the part of him that had been so responsible for her pleasure.

Hannah had been exhausted by what had happened to her, how he had invaded her body with some strange, secret part of him and brought her to that awful pleasure again that she wished wholeheartedly that she could avoid. She hated that it seemed he could control her body better than she could, and even though he’d hurt her when he’d breeched her like that, she’d still ended up screaming and bucking in his arms like some wild thing. She was mortified at her own behavior, but she wasn’t very happy with his, either. He had a tendency to disregard her feelings entirely, apparently thinking that pleasuring her made up for forcing her to do things that she didn’t want to do.

His fingers on her nipple had pulled her out of a deep sleep, and she realized to her deep embarrassment that in a sleepy state her body answered his demanding call even more readily than it usually did. She felt him moving her head onto his stomach, and then adjusting it even a little lower. She yawned long and low, then opened her eyes and was confronted by something she’d never seen before. It rose, long and thick, from a nest of dark, curly hair, posing threateningly very near her lips.

Her husband’s hands were at the back of her neck insistently, pushing her even closer, but her mind balked at what he was saying. “Take it in your mouth, Hannah. Pleasure me. It’s your wifely duty.”

She bit her lip as it loomed large towards her, twitching occasionally and unbelievably growing bigger and broader right before her eyes. She tried to get up, but his hand on her shoulder prevented it completely. Hannah bit her lip and stared at him, realizing all at once that this was the part of him that had entered her, partly by its location on his body and partly because she could smell herself on it.

Neither realization helped her come to terms with what he was demanding of her.

Wolf was nearing the end of his patience. He didn’t want to make this an unpleasant experience for her, because this certainly wasn’t going to be the last time he expected her to do this. Oh no. This was merely the first of millions of times, he was quite sure. He was fair to bursting just from the idea of her virginal little mouth trying to stretch over the knob of him. He swallowed and scowled down at her, but kept his voice calm and low. “Hannah, do as you’re told. You know what the consequences of disobedience will be.”

Hannah nearly cried. What had happened to the solicitous, tender man who had taken care of her while she was so deathly ill? Were all men such beasts in the marriage bed? Of course, she had no one to compare him with, and no one to talk to about such things. Her mother certainly hadn’t seen fit to talk to her young daughter about such things before she died, and probably wouldn’t have said anything even on Hannah’s wedding night had she lived. Such things simply weren’t discussed among genteel females.

She couldn’t do this the way he was demanding, though. She knew that if she let him force her down onto him, that she would wretch all over him. Yet she knew she didn’t want to out and out disobey him. She valued the safety of her bottom too much . . . and yes, she was getting downright cowardly about avoiding the pain of another of his severe punishment sessions.

“Could I move some, please, and arrange myself more comfortably?”

Wolf was suspicious, but answered, “Yes, but don’t think to run away. That would displease me considerably.”

Hannah frowned, glad her back was to him. She felt the strong hand on her shoulder ease some, and she sat up, realizing there was no way she was going to get away with not doing as he asked. So she decided to take more control of the situation, or as much control as he was going to allow her. She had to admit to a scandalous curiosity about this part of him that was so foreign to her. Her hands were itching to touch him, and they did – very gently and tentatively, as if that part of him was going to sprout teeth and bite her. She was trying to reconcile his smooth length with how it had felt when he’d slid inside her, but she wasn’t sure she could do that, especially not with the way he had really hurt her at first.

He felt like a living piece of marble. Hannah used her fingertips at first, exploring him almost as a blind person would, experiencing every strong, unyielding inch of him. It was no wonder he’d hurt her – he was huge, and she knew there weren’t any parts of her that would accommodate him easily.

As she ran her fingertips up and down the length of him, she noticed that he jerked and almost squirmed much as she did when his hand was manipulating that area between her legs, although he moved his hips more than she did, thrusting that which she was holding against her small hand then withdrawing it, and repeating the action even harder when she let her fingers form a cage for him that she very carefully closed around him. He moaned then, startling her, and she felt her first rush of feminine power.

He liked this. He liked what she was doing to him – just as she liked what he did to her, even though she didn’t want to. She held him like this for a little while, finding herself unwillingly fascinated by how she could affect him.

Wolf was going to explode in her hand whether he wanted to or not if she kept this up. Through a tight jaw, he growled, “Hannah, your mouth!”

Still somewhat repulsed by that idea, she nonetheless did as she was told, arranging her legs so that she was kneeling so as to get to him more easily, she leaned forward, still holding him in her slight grip, as if that was going to give her more say in the matter, hesitating for a moment with her lips directly above him, her breath tantalizing him unwittingly with the heat of where he wanted to be.

Her descent on him was the most torturously slow that he had ever endured, and Wolf didn’t think he could survive it. He was sure at several points in her excruciating journey, especially when her lips formed tightly over the head at first, that he was going to unman himself and lose all control when things had barely begun. But he exercised an iron will, not wanting to miss one second of this unbearable pleasure.

Hannah was surprised at how his size made her mouth open further than she thought it ever could, and she instinctively covered her teeth as best she could as she leaned forward inch by inch, almost letting her own weight dictate the speed at which her mouth was filled by his manhood. Half way down to the root of him, she remembered that she had a tongue, and began to swish it around him, learning him with her tongue as she had with her fingers, licking him and laving him as she accepted him into her mouth.

Wolf was going to die. He knew it. He was going to be found dead of this ecstasy, and he realized then and there that he would be only too happy to go this way. His innocent little wife was turning into a natural sensualist, and he couldn’t believe his luck. He was never going to let her go. He couldn’t bear the idea of any other man ever enjoying her the way he did.