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It was the most arousing thing he had ever experienced.
He answered her call by inserting a finger into her to satisfy the need her body seemed to be experiencing, to mate as nature had intended. Astria grunted at the intrusion, groaning softly as he thrust in and out of her, mimicking the lovemaking they would soon be doing. He thrust another finger into her and she cried out softly, her hips meeting his hand as he moved within her. She couldn’t seem to figure out what to do with her legs, because they’d been thrashing about, but now, they were spread open wide, giving him unhindered access.
Payne couldn’t wait any longer. He needed his manhood inside of her as much as she needed to feel him.
Now.
Very quickly, he removed his fingers and placed his erection at her threshold, coiling his buttocks and thrusting into her before she realized what he was doing. When Astria became aware, for the feel of his manhood was different from the feel of his fingers, she started to tighten at the unfamiliar sensation, but Payne lay atop her and coiled his buttocks again, thrusting firm and hard this time.
The second thrust seated him fully, balls deep.
Beneath him, Astria was impaled on his big body, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck as he thrust into her warm, wet folds. Her body, so unfamiliar with a man’s touch, nonetheless accepted all of him easily. No resistance, no fear. All she could do was hang on and experience her first true coupling, thinking that this was nothing like it had been before. Something hot and carnal was sparking low in her belly. Every time Payne thrust into her, sparks flew and the feeling grew.
Astria was in a haze. At one point, Payne propped himself up so that he could look at her, watching her in the faint light. Eyes closed, feeling every sensation he was creating in her, her hands began to wander over her own body. They found her breasts, touching them sexually for the first time, which made her cry out softly in ecstasy. They wandered lower, timidly touching the junction where their bodies joined, and she discovered that if she touched herself there, the heat in her loins sparked wildly. It felt good, so she expanded her touch, feeling his male member where it entered her body, exploring everything that was happening.
Payne simply let her. But when she touched his manhood again, he couldn’t hold back a release so strong that he bit his tongue in the process. Astria’s body was so highly aroused that when she felt him throbbing within her, it sparked the fire that roared to life and she experienced her first climax. She cried out as much in surprise as in pleasure.
Payne put his mouth over hers to quiet her cries, mostly because he found it wildly arousing to know she’d found so much gratification. Even though he’d spent himself, he continued to thrust into her, more slowly, grinding his pelvis against hers and feeling her experience at least two more releases as he did so. Each time, Astria stiffened and cried out, one hand between her legs, feeling him, and the other on his chest, her nails digging into him.
She left marks.
God, how incredibly arousing he found those nail marks. His mouth left hers, kissing her neck, her chest, her breasts, his big hands moving between her legs again as he suckled her gently. When his manhood became too flaccid, he put his fingers into her again, feeling what he’d put inside of her, imagining that she’d conceived a son already. A strapping lad with his good looks and her strength. He kept fondling her as long as shelet him, and when his manhood eventually hardened again, he put it inside of her and made love to her, very slowly, as she lay beneath him and purred like a kitten. Soft, gentle groans of pleasure told him that she was enjoying it as much as he was. No pain, no humiliation.
Only warmth and discovery.
It went on all night.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Have ye seenPayne since the wedding?”
Maude and Francis were standing in their encampment at the dawn of a new day. There was food cooking on an open fire, a pot of beans and some woodland creature that had been alive the day before. They were so used to eating fish that the smell of cooking meat was somewhat off-putting, but they were trying to warm to it. For the hardscrabble pirates of Medusa’s Disciples, food was food.
They’d eat anything.
“Nay,” Maude said. “They went back tae Blackchurch after the mass and I’ve not seen them since.”
“How do ye think it went for them?” Francis asked. “They dinna seem too angry about the wedding. Payne dinna seem angry at all.”
“Why should he be?”
They both turned to see Declan walking up, a piece of bread in his hands as he chewed loudly. When he saw that he had their attention, he took another bite.
“I mean it,” he said, chewing. “Why should he be angry? He married the princess. He has the title and all of Da’s wealth. Why should he be angry?”
Francis frowned as he watched the man eat. “Where did ye get the bread?”
Declan deliberately took another big bite, looking his brother in the eye. “There was a woman in the village more than willing tae give me a loaf,” he said. “Ye simply have tae know who tae ask.”
Maude looked at him. “In this village?”
“Aye. Where else?”
“I told ye that we promised not tae steal from the villagers here,” she said.
“I dinna steal from her,” Declan insisted. “I asked nicely.”
It took Maude a moment to realize more of her men were eating loaves of bread, chatting and yawning as the day began to dawn. Her jaw began to twitch as she struggled against her rising anger.
