and for wet behind the ears young bucks that knew naught of what they were about. Caroline hungered for a kiss and wondered for a brief second whence that surprising thought had come. But when she looked at his lips again, her wonder was answered and hunger replaced it.
She had never wanted to kiss anyone after that first night with Lord Halvard and had not thought of it again until she had stood next to this man while taking their vows. No longer trying to analyze or rationalize her thoughts, Caroline wondered, would he kiss her now?
Nay, he was too busy pulling off her undergarments and she found herself blushing and disappointed. Lord Halvard had yanked down her drawers just like this and had started off right away with his cruelty.
Caroline gave up in frustration, braced herself and lay back, stiffly and waited for his next movement. Her attempt to make things different this time had failed. Her words to him had been cast aside and changed naught. Eyes burning, she squeezed them closed tightly.
Darc tensed above her. She was acting like a virgin. Sure they were strangers, but she had birthed Kelbie and now she aimed to play the innocent. She held her body so rigid he was afraid he would hurt her if she did not relax a little. The moment was awkward for them both. He’d not been with a woman in quite some time and he could not even dredge up the memory of it to his mind.
He was nervous enough, that his member had gone soft when she had continued to cry when she’d undressed and that the sound of grief had bothered him more than he’d cared to admit. The whole of the reason he’d allowed her shift to remain on. But he would need it off now in order to grow hard for her rigidness was having an ill and continued effect upon him. Like when she thought he might strike her earlier.
Darc swallowed back the spark of rage and raised his gaze from her shapely, pale thighs. ‘You will have to remove this. I need to be roused.’
He was surprised at the speed of her movement.
He sucked in a breath at her nakedness. She was not bashful, though she was still rigid. But he no longer cared, for he was growing hard as he took in her length.
Her round breasts would fit nicely in each of his hands, her nipples were big, and extended in their growing state, no doubt long from her son’s suckling at birth. Some women did not use a wet nurse and chose to do the act on their own.
A spark of anger flared in him at the sight of the fading bruises on her chest his men had caused. Then his eyes lit on markings that looked older than them along the inner sides of her bare arms. He hesitated all of a moment and took a deep breath.
He did not want to think about what had happened before him. Not now. He could not.
Darc dropped his gaze, his eyes roamed over her stomach down to those chestnut curls that hid what he sought. Her thighs were clamped tightly together. He found himself pleased with her body, supple and soft.
Her belly had that soft paunch most women seemed to get after giving birth. He touched her right breast and she expelled a long drawn out breath. Her long nipple grew more under his touch and a moan escaped her.
A good sign, yet it disturbed him. Another had tasted these before him. He shook the image of the other lord away. He needed to focus and try to rouse any passion she might possess.
Her rapid breathing deafened her own ears over the delightful sensations that shot through her while he fondled her breasts. A warm flush spread over her. Lord Halvard had never touched her there other than to bring her pain. But Darc’s hands were stirring something surprising and pleasurable within her chest and belly that she’d not felt before. To her horror, Caroline found she liked the feeling.
Angling her head, she twisted it this way and that to peer down between them.
His words froze her blood. ‘What are you doing?’
Crimson stained her cheeks, but she managed to utter, ‘Trying to
She had never wanted to kiss anyone after that first night with Lord Halvard and had not thought of it again until she had stood next to this man while taking their vows. No longer trying to analyze or rationalize her thoughts, Caroline wondered, would he kiss her now?
Nay, he was too busy pulling off her undergarments and she found herself blushing and disappointed. Lord Halvard had yanked down her drawers just like this and had started off right away with his cruelty.
Caroline gave up in frustration, braced herself and lay back, stiffly and waited for his next movement. Her attempt to make things different this time had failed. Her words to him had been cast aside and changed naught. Eyes burning, she squeezed them closed tightly.
Darc tensed above her. She was acting like a virgin. Sure they were strangers, but she had birthed Kelbie and now she aimed to play the innocent. She held her body so rigid he was afraid he would hurt her if she did not relax a little. The moment was awkward for them both. He’d not been with a woman in quite some time and he could not even dredge up the memory of it to his mind.
He was nervous enough, that his member had gone soft when she had continued to cry when she’d undressed and that the sound of grief had bothered him more than he’d cared to admit. The whole of the reason he’d allowed her shift to remain on. But he would need it off now in order to grow hard for her rigidness was having an ill and continued effect upon him. Like when she thought he might strike her earlier.
Darc swallowed back the spark of rage and raised his gaze from her shapely, pale thighs. ‘You will have to remove this. I need to be roused.’
He was surprised at the speed of her movement.
He sucked in a breath at her nakedness. She was not bashful, though she was still rigid. But he no longer cared, for he was growing hard as he took in her length.
Her round breasts would fit nicely in each of his hands, her nipples were big, and extended in their growing state, no doubt long from her son’s suckling at birth. Some women did not use a wet nurse and chose to do the act on their own.
A spark of anger flared in him at the sight of the fading bruises on her chest his men had caused. Then his eyes lit on markings that looked older than them along the inner sides of her bare arms. He hesitated all of a moment and took a deep breath.
He did not want to think about what had happened before him. Not now. He could not.
Darc dropped his gaze, his eyes roamed over her stomach down to those chestnut curls that hid what he sought. Her thighs were clamped tightly together. He found himself pleased with her body, supple and soft.
Her belly had that soft paunch most women seemed to get after giving birth. He touched her right breast and she expelled a long drawn out breath. Her long nipple grew more under his touch and a moan escaped her.
A good sign, yet it disturbed him. Another had tasted these before him. He shook the image of the other lord away. He needed to focus and try to rouse any passion she might possess.
Her rapid breathing deafened her own ears over the delightful sensations that shot through her while he fondled her breasts. A warm flush spread over her. Lord Halvard had never touched her there other than to bring her pain. But Darc’s hands were stirring something surprising and pleasurable within her chest and belly that she’d not felt before. To her horror, Caroline found she liked the feeling.
Angling her head, she twisted it this way and that to peer down between them.
His words froze her blood. ‘What are you doing?’
Crimson stained her cheeks, but she managed to utter, ‘Trying to
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