Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Bhric took the goblet from her, shocked by her response. He thought she would break down in tears and here she was celebrating that she would not be his wife. He should be relieved, but he was annoyed.
He downed the wine quickly and held the goblet out to her. “More.”
She refilled his goblet with only wine and recalled Fia telling her that if he drank more wine after taking the mixture it would work faster. She handed it to him, happy he had asked for another.
“You do not want me as a husband?” Bhric asked, still surprised by her response and still bothered he was annoyed with it.
“As you said, we are not suited. I am sure you will find a woman that will suit you far better than me,” Tavia said and sipped her wine.
Bhric downed half the goblet. “I need a strong woman with height and weight to her and who can give me many bairns.”
“Aye, I agree,” Tavia said and saw him sway slightly.
It was working. She walked over by the bed and sat on the edge hoping he would follow, and he did. Though, he wobbled on his feet as he did, and he plopped down ungracefully to sit beside her, tilting toward her.
He was blunt with her, though why he could not say. “I like to pound a woman when I couple. You are not strong enough for that. I would cause you pain and I would not want to do that. Though, you are fair enough to look upon.” He reached out and ran the back of his hand slowly down her cheek. “And I like the scent of you.”
She maintained her smile, though a flutter hit her stomach when his large hand touched her so tenderly. Could her husband, as large as he was, have a tender touch? She forced the thought aside, concentrating on how he slurred his words. The potion was working and faster than she had thought, the extra wine helping it along. It also was not lost on her that he at least thought her fair enough to look upon.
He yawned. “I am tired. I need to go.”
She could not let him leave and collapse somewhere in the keep. “I do not know what you mean by pound a woman.” It was a lie. She knew well what he referred to thanks to her talk with Lady Dawn.
“That’s right. You are a virgin. You know nothing of coupling. I would have taught you well and gone easy with you until you grew accustomed to it… to me.” His head lolled to the side closer to Tavia’s. “You have lips that beg to be kissed.”
“I know nothing of kissing,” she said truthfully, his warm wine-scented breath fanned her cheek and sent a strange tingle through her.
“Let me show you,” he said and brought his lips to faintly touch hers.
His lips touching hers sparked the tingling sensation in her and sent it racing through her. His faint kiss turned more powerful and caused her to want to feel more, explore more of the titillating sensation, but she had no time. She had to keep her mind clear. She had to see this through. Her plan had to succeed. She daringly met his demand, her lips pressing eagerly to his in hopes he would linger in the kiss, linger there beside her until the potion accomplished its task.
His hand went to the back of her head, tangling his fingers in the waves of her soft, dark hair. He thought he caught the scent of mint as he took tight hold of the soft strands to keep her from escaping him as he eagerly deepened the kiss.
She tasted far better than he ever imagined, a sweetness of sorts to her as well as a bit of hesitancy and inexperience. His shaft tightened at the thought that no other lips had touched hers but his. He had marked her as his. Could he let her go now?
His hand went to her breast, and he was annoyed the nightdress, thin as it was, kept him from feeling her breast naked. Its full size rested comfortably in his large hand, and he gave it a squeeze, then teased the nipple between his fingers. He felt the tremble that rushed over her. She had known no hand there but his. Had he been too hasty in his decision to abandon this marriage? Could she be more perfect for him than he had first thought?
His hand roamed down to rest between her legs and even against the material he could feel the wetness there. She aroused easily. Could marriage to her be more enjoyable than he had questioned?
More sparks ignited in her when his hand went between her legs, and he gripped her lightly there. To her surprise, she found that she did not abhor his touch. She quite liked it. She let herself enjoy the pleasurable sensation until… his hand fell away and his lips left hers as he collapsed back on the bed.