hers. And yet, she didn’t even know what his lips looked like. He could be horribly scarred, have no lips at all, for he had not removed his helmet.
She gazed at the retreating knights, trying to get a handle on her reeling emotions, and it was then she caught sight of the lord’s shield.
A dragon.
****
Alexander couldn’t get the girl out of his mind. She seemed so familiar to him, yet he knew he hadn’t seen her before.
Yet the name, Chloe and she was Scots, stirred something within him.
Could it be? Could she be the woman he was to marry?
He shook his head at the absurd thought. There was no way the beautiful Lowlander he was to marry would happen to be on the same road as he, and be in need of rescue. And even more disconcerting, this woman had a slight French accent. His wife was Scots. Had the stranger lied about being from Scotland?
To top it off, the woman wore peasant clothing. He was certain it wasn’t his bride. That would just be too fortunate for him.
The girl was not the magnificent beauty he recalled. She kept her face mostly hidden from him, but what he could tell, she was rather dirty. No noble chit would be seen like that, Scots or no.
And her body had been… He tried to get the memory of her warm plush buttocks from his mind. Their softness molded to his groin, and it was only through some maneuvering he was able to hide his throbbing erection from her the entire ride to Hardwyck. Her clothes were thin, and the curves of her body, oh so delicious. Her full firm breasts had pressed against his arm, and even though his arm was covered with a thick layer of chain mail, the warmth of her had seeped through. He’d wanted to bend her back against his horse, lick his way from her dirty little chin to the pink nipples jutting from ragged fabric. He wanted to lift her long, shapely legs around his hips and plunge from tip to hilt into her hot, wet, sheath.
As he continued up to the front of the keep, he dismounted his horse in a quick fluid motion, and began climbing the stairs to the great doors. He needed a wench to quench the thirst the peasant had stirred.
He shoved open the door to the great hall, and started to pull the chain mail from his body. No, his bride would not be naïve enough to show up in England. She would have surely taken flight back to her family’s lands. It wouldn’t make sense for her to do such a thing. She wouldn’t risk the wrath he had for her, or the possibility he would put her in the tower, or cut her short at the neck. No. She wouldn’t be that simple minded.
Unless she came in disguise to harm him.
Why wouldn’t she? He’d shamed her family, taken the lands they’d claimed, although he had intended to share it with her. She was probably angry about her family being displaced, but they had caused the debacle to begin with. If only they had conceded, he would be married to her right now. He probably would have allowed her parents to live on his lands, instead of in the dungeon or like outlaws in the forests. But would she truly stay in enemy territory?
They had tracked the family to the very border…or so he thought.
He looked forward to interrogating the girl further in the morning when he set her to work. He would keep her close. Although it wasn’t possible for this Chloe to be his Chloe, he couldn’t shake the feeling something was out of place.
Yes, he would have to keep a close eye on the chit.
A maid with the same dark hair as his dirty little peasant scurried by, he gripped her arm before she completely passed him. She gazed up at him with coy brown eyes. Not the same crystalline blue as Chloe’s, but they would do.
He looked her up and down, his desire obvious. She curtsied to him, and licked her lips. She would do indeed. He led her up to his solar, sat in his chair and pulled the maid down on top of him, her thighs straddling his. She rubbed her warmth back and forth against his cock, while she nibbled along his neck.
He ran his hands up
She gazed at the retreating knights, trying to get a handle on her reeling emotions, and it was then she caught sight of the lord’s shield.
A dragon.
****
Alexander couldn’t get the girl out of his mind. She seemed so familiar to him, yet he knew he hadn’t seen her before.
Yet the name, Chloe and she was Scots, stirred something within him.
Could it be? Could she be the woman he was to marry?
He shook his head at the absurd thought. There was no way the beautiful Lowlander he was to marry would happen to be on the same road as he, and be in need of rescue. And even more disconcerting, this woman had a slight French accent. His wife was Scots. Had the stranger lied about being from Scotland?
To top it off, the woman wore peasant clothing. He was certain it wasn’t his bride. That would just be too fortunate for him.
The girl was not the magnificent beauty he recalled. She kept her face mostly hidden from him, but what he could tell, she was rather dirty. No noble chit would be seen like that, Scots or no.
And her body had been… He tried to get the memory of her warm plush buttocks from his mind. Their softness molded to his groin, and it was only through some maneuvering he was able to hide his throbbing erection from her the entire ride to Hardwyck. Her clothes were thin, and the curves of her body, oh so delicious. Her full firm breasts had pressed against his arm, and even though his arm was covered with a thick layer of chain mail, the warmth of her had seeped through. He’d wanted to bend her back against his horse, lick his way from her dirty little chin to the pink nipples jutting from ragged fabric. He wanted to lift her long, shapely legs around his hips and plunge from tip to hilt into her hot, wet, sheath.
As he continued up to the front of the keep, he dismounted his horse in a quick fluid motion, and began climbing the stairs to the great doors. He needed a wench to quench the thirst the peasant had stirred.
He shoved open the door to the great hall, and started to pull the chain mail from his body. No, his bride would not be naïve enough to show up in England. She would have surely taken flight back to her family’s lands. It wouldn’t make sense for her to do such a thing. She wouldn’t risk the wrath he had for her, or the possibility he would put her in the tower, or cut her short at the neck. No. She wouldn’t be that simple minded.
Unless she came in disguise to harm him.
Why wouldn’t she? He’d shamed her family, taken the lands they’d claimed, although he had intended to share it with her. She was probably angry about her family being displaced, but they had caused the debacle to begin with. If only they had conceded, he would be married to her right now. He probably would have allowed her parents to live on his lands, instead of in the dungeon or like outlaws in the forests. But would she truly stay in enemy territory?
They had tracked the family to the very border…or so he thought.
He looked forward to interrogating the girl further in the morning when he set her to work. He would keep her close. Although it wasn’t possible for this Chloe to be his Chloe, he couldn’t shake the feeling something was out of place.
Yes, he would have to keep a close eye on the chit.
A maid with the same dark hair as his dirty little peasant scurried by, he gripped her arm before she completely passed him. She gazed up at him with coy brown eyes. Not the same crystalline blue as Chloe’s, but they would do.
He looked her up and down, his desire obvious. She curtsied to him, and licked her lips. She would do indeed. He led her up to his solar, sat in his chair and pulled the maid down on top of him, her thighs straddling his. She rubbed her warmth back and forth against his cock, while she nibbled along his neck.
He ran his hands up
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