The Westerfield Trilogy by Renee Rose

Author:Renee Rose [Rose, Renee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Published: 2014-10-30T00:00:00+00:00

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He chuckled. “Roll over. Onto your stomach, little dove.”

She obeyed him, looking unsure of his intent. He gave her bottom a slap and she squeezed her cheeks together, but when he pressed into her from behind, she lifted her hips to meet his, her sex sore, but still more than eager for his re-entry. The friction of her thighs created a new pleasure, the unique angle providing a different feedback. Phoebe held still, her bottom lifted, her entire body seeming to listen to the fresh lesson in lovemaking. Soon she was rocking against him, making keening sounds for more. He wrapped his arms under her and gripped her shoulders for leverage, giving it to her deeper, harder, and faster until he reached his own climax and she convulsed again with a satisfied yelp.

She collapsed beneath him, as limp as a rag doll. He held his weight on his forearms so he didn’t crush her with his body. “Roll on your back, Phoebe.” She obeyed immediately, looking up at him with wonder shining in her eyes.

He smiled at her expression and she laughed and then started to cry. “How did you do that? I didn’t think about him once.”

“Shh,” he said, pressing his lips to hers. “Don’t speak about him in this bed. This is our bed, only for us. Don’t ever let him in here.”

Her arms twined around his neck and she clung to him as if for her very life, emitting little sobs and then laughs. “I’m sorry! I don’t know what’s come over me.”

“Let it out, sweetheart. Cry as much as you need, you’re safe with me.”

She cried and hiccupped, giggling at times, burying her face at times. He held her until the emotion had been spent and her breath turned into the soft sighs of sleep.

He stroked her hair, relishing the feel of her body nestled against his, his anguish over her mistreatment eased by the release of his pent-up desire.

He woke in the morning to find her studying him.

“Teddy?”

“Yes, angel?”

“Can you forgive me?”

“We’re already whole, little dove.”

“You were angry with me.”

“No, sweetheart, I was frustrated because I care so much. If I had only known—if you could have told me—I would have protected you, and I would have been more sensitive to your feelings about sex. But I wasn’t angry. And I’m sorry if I frightened you.”

She shook her head. “I wasn’t afraid. Well, I was a bit afraid of the spanking, but not of you.”

“The spanking didn’t hurt so much, did it?” he prodded, already knowing it had not. It had been an act of taking control from her, nothing more.

Her face flushed, but she didn’t lower her eyes. She stroked his cheek with her thumb, answering without words. It had been what she needed. What they both needed. A way to clear the air and start afresh.

“Phoebe?”

“Yes?”

“Will you be my wife?”

She giggled and he kissed her nose.

“My true wife?”

She nodded, her eyes shining. “Yes, my lord. I will be your wife.”

“I hope so, because the marriage has been consummated, so there’s no annulling it now.

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