Using his knees, he wedged Ellowyn’s legs apart and settled in between them. As he continued to suckle her breasts, a hand drifted down her torso, feeling her flinch, before settling at the thatch of dark curls between her legs. Ellowyn stiffened with uncertainty as he stroked her, coaxing forth her juices, before inserting a finger into her body.
Ellowyn gasped at the sensual invasion, instinctively bringing her knees up, and it was more than Brandt could take. Removing the finger, his manhood pushed into her, sliding half of his full, hard length on the first try. Beneath him, Ellowyn gasped and squirmed with the discomfort, the newness of the sensation, and Brandt withdrew only to come back firmer and harder the second time, driving himself to the hilt in one swift stroke.
Ellowyn cried out softly at the surprise and pain of it, her nails digging into his arms as he began his measured thrusts, his hips undulating against her pelvis, commencing with the sensual rhythm of mating. Legs wide apart as the massive form of Brandt de Russe settled between them, Ellowyn bit her hand to keep from crying out as he thrust into her again and again. The first several thrusts were filled with stinging pain, but the more the man moved and ground his hips against hers, the more another sensation began to take hold.
It was like a spark that struggled to grow into a blaze, but when it finally did, Ellowyn stopped biting her hand and began to ride the sensations. Brandt was a master at building a fire in her loins, something she had never before experienced. He would thrust into her but then he would also remove his manhood and rub it against her sensitive core, creating sparks and magic before he would thrust into her again.
He did it again and again until eventually, she began to feel the build of something that sent her entire body into a spasm as it radiated out from her loins like lightning bolts of pleasure. When Brandt felt Ellowyn’s climax begin, he thrust into her, again and again, until he achieved his own release. It was an explosion of passion, one of such power that he bit his tongue as he peaked. Underneath him, he could hear Ellowyn gasping as her tremors died down.
Full of warmth and passion and contentment, Brandt gently suckled her neck, toying with a tender nipple as he continued to softly thrust into her over-worked body. It was enough to send Ellowyn over the edge again as she experienced her second release, bringing her to delirious and confused tears. Her body was reacting in ways she never imagined possible and she had no idea how to process it. The only thing that came to mind was tears. She wept as Brandt continued to kiss her tenderly.
“What is wrong, sweetheart?” he murmured against her flesh. “Did I hurt you? Should I stop?”
Ellowyn sniffled, shaking her head. “No,” she whispered. “You did not hurt me.”
“Then why do you weep?”
She shrugged, the only answer she could give him, and closed her eyes. Brandt watched her face for a moment, concerned with her emotional state. He thought perhaps she was lying and that perhaps he had done something wrong. He didn’t know why she would cry otherwise.
Carefully, he lifted himself off of her and lay down beside her, his big arm across her belly as he continued to watch her face, now in profile. He didn’t want to upset her. He only wanted to make her happy. He’d never wanted something so much in his life. Eventually, her tears calmed and she fell asleep, a soft and deep slumber, but Brandt remained awake, watching her, pondering their new relationship and the course of their future.
Truth be told, their association had started it out on a rather violent note, but he wasn’t sorry. He had Ellowyn and that was all he cared about. But he was a man who believed in controlling his destiny, his future, and the same thing applied to Ellowyn. He was determined to control her happiness as well.
He was gone before she awoke before sunrise.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was morning.
Ellowyn knew this because she could hear animals stirring in the yard below her chamber window. It was still dark as she sat up in the empty bed, momentarily disoriented until memories from the previous night came rushing back to her.
Clutching the coverlet to her naked chest, she recalled Brandt and his scorching touch, his lips and body that seemed to do miraculous things to her. She was very embarrassed about how she had reacted to him, unable to understand her body’s responses. Mentally, she was still very virginal and naïve even if bodily she was not. To think of her reaction made her cheeks flame, even in the cool room.
Inching over, she pulled back a corner of the oiled cloth to see a heavy fog blanketing the land and a stable yard below. Smells of animals and urine wafted up, assaulting her nose until she closed the oiled cloth. Men were shouting out in the yard, bellowing for mounts, and Ellowyn snuggled back under the warm coverlet, eyes wide open and staring at the wall. Her thoughts began to move to the previous day.
So much had happened. Her sleepy mind was singling out thoughts and fixating on them. She thought of her mother, of her father, and how they had tried so hard to protect and shelter her. Tears sprang to her eyes as she thought of her parents, undoubtedly distraught over her disappearance. Of course they knew she had gone with Brandt, there was no other alternative. She knew her mother would be weeping and sorrowful, and her father would be both grief-stricken and irate. Discord hadinvaded their happy little world and had taken their daughter away from them.
Ellowyn wiped at the tears on her temples as she thought of Brandt, the man now her husband. She thought perhaps she had been terribly foolish to run off and marry him, but she did not regret it. She only wished the circumstances could have been different. Yesterday, all she had considered was her own wants. She wanted to marry Brandt and would stop at nothing to achieve those wants. Today, she was regretting her haste at least to the extent it had hurt her family. But she knew that, given the choice again, she would have made the same decision.
The door to the chamber quietly opened and she sat bolt-upright, startled. Brandt stood in the doorway, his expression somewhat startled as well.
“Did I wake you?” he asked. “Forgive me. I was only bringing food and firewood.”
With that, he sharply motioned to the servants behind him, who scurried into the room bearing steaming trays and cups, and wood for the fire. Ellowyn pulled the coverlet up to her neck, watching the chaos going on, before pulling the coverlet over her entire head and falling back onto the bed.
She remained there, a lump on the bed, as the servants stoked the fire and set out a rather plentiful morning meal. All the while, Brandt stood in the doorway, monitoring the situation. When the servants were finished, he snapped his fingers at them and they fled. But then he waved his big arm at another servant who was hovering in the hall with a pile of fabric in her arms. The woman dumped the massive pile into his arms and ran off.
Brandt entered the chamber and shut the door, bolting it. He eyed Ellowyn’s lump on the bed as he deposited the bundle of fabric in his arms on the bottom of the mattress. The lumpstirred. He poked it and it stirred again. It was difficult to keep the grin off his face.
“I wonder if my wife will come out of her hiding places if she knows that a bath has been ordered for her,” he pondered somewhat obviously. “In fact, I have brought many wonderful gifts for her to inspect.”
The covers came off in a flash and Ellowyn’s messy red-head greeted him. His grin broadened.
“I see I have lured you out of your cave,” he said. Then, he pointed at the pile on the bed. “I raided a merchant’s shop early this morning and brought you these. You said you had nothing more to wear. I have remedied that.”
Ellowyn peered at the heap on the bed with interest. “Youraidedthe shop?” she clarified.
He shrugged, watching her as she crawled across the bed, keeping the coverlet around her nude body to protect her modesty. She began to rifle through the items with one hand while keeping the coverlet up with the other.
