“Barrett,” she gasped.
He rubbed her back. “Daisy?”
“I’m all right. Go on. Please.”
He chuckled and withdrew an inch, pushing back into her firmly.
“Oh…” she moaned.
“Do you like that, little one? It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered. “More.”
“More,” he repeated, satisfied. He stroked in and out of her, slowly, caressing her quim with his cock, relishing the feel of her hot, wet tissue enveloping him. “You feel so good,” he rumbled, beginning to lose his careful control.
“Yes, Barrett, more,” she cried.
He picked up speed, pumping in and out of her as her channel grew more and more slick. He released her hand and gripped her elbows to plow in with more power, thrusting up on each in-stroke.
“Yes…” she whispered. “Please….”
He forgot gentle, thrusting with his full desire, showing her all the passion he’d held back since the day he first took her to his bed. “Daisy, yes,” he ground out through clenched teeth, his climax roaring down his cock and exploding into her.
She cried out, her muscles tightening around his manhood as she shuddered and squeezed with her own beautiful release.
He remained inside her, closing his eyes and enjoying every last pulse and twitch. Easing out, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, settling with her cradled like a baby in his lap.
“Sweet Daisy,” he murmured.
* * *
Daisy snuggled against her husband’s strong body, enveloped in his affection and love. Consummating their marriage had been so much easier than she imagined. She had found only pleasure, no pain; only Barrett, not her demons from the past. She had thought she could never give herself to a man. She had thought she would hate a man who tried to take from her, yet her husband demanded all and she gave it gladly.
She wanted him to take and use every part of her. She wanted to learn to please him. Barrett gave her a sense of security she hadn’t had since before her family’s death. Like she belonged somewhere, was safe and most important, loved.
“Little wife?” Barrett said, putting a finger under her chin to lift it from his shoulder.
“Yes, sir?”
He smiled, as if he liked the submissiveness of her answer. He studied her face without speaking for a moment. “Would you ever…” he broke off, looking uncertain.
She sat up, giving him her full attention.
“Would you—” He stopped and shook his head. “Daisy, how do you like living here, in this castle?”
She furrowed her brow. “Everyone has been kind to me. Is that what you mean?”
He looked frustrated with himself. “No, what I mean is… do you require a fine castle? Would you ever consider a smaller abode? One that belonged to us?” He looked at her with apprehension, as if he cared very much about her answer.
“I do not require anything but you, Bear,” she said softly. “Why? What are you thinking?”
He drew a breath. “I know not if Erik would allow it, but I have enough silver to buy us a plot to build a house and work the land. It wouldn’t be Hohenzollern or Rothburg, but it would be our own. I think some of my mercenary soldiers would come with us to work it and we could—”
“Yes,” she interrupted. “You were meant to be king of your own castle. I would love to make a home with you.”
“It wouldn’t be fancy. You might have to…”
“Work?” she asked, smiling. “I don’t mind. Would I have any help with the women’s work?”
