by Hyman, F. S.
“What is it?” Ainsley said coming to sit across from her at the table.
Annabelle looked back toward the door to make sure no one had entered while they spoke. She turned back to Ainsley.
“Ye ken why I had to marry Derek?”
At the other woman’s nod, Annabelle went on.
“Weel, I dinna want to marry him. I still doona wish to be married to him, but the fact remains that we are married now. Weel, a mere hours after we wed, I saw Eilidh in Derek’s lap making love to him,” she paused.
Ainsley gaped at her, and then a frown marred her pretty face.
“Derek has been dallying with Eilidh for a long time. She was even under the impression that he would marry her. Before ye arrived, she had told everyone that he would soon offer for her.”
Annabelle frowned.
“It had been that serious?”
“Nay, I think it was all in Eilidh’s mind. Derek isnae…wasnae the marrying kind. He has been with most of the women at least once, but he seemed to prefer Eilidh,” Ainsley stopped suddenly. Her eyes were wide on her friend and color began to suffuse her face.
“I am sorry, Annabelle! I dinna mean…” she stammered.
“’Tis alright, Ainsley,” she murmured, her mind reeling.
Derek had been with most of the women here? She suddenly felt sick to her stomach. What had she gotten herself into? She patted Ainsley’s hand. Her friend looked stricken for what she had just disclosed to Annabelle.
“Has he been with ye, Ainsley?” she asked quietly.
“Nay! I am in love with another,” Ainsley smiled shyly.
Annabelle laughed. She gave her a hug and went back in to join the festivities. She saw Colm and headed in his direction. He smiled as he saw her approach.
“Are ye alright, Annabelle,” he asked, concern on his face.
“Aye, Derek is a brute, but I can handle him,” she smiled up at him.
“Aye, that he is,” he chuckled in reply.
“What say ye we take another turn in a dance?” she asked him, a challenge in her eye.
Colm had been reluctant to dance with her the first time, stating that he was not very good at it, but he had proven to be very skilled for a man his size.
“Ye minx,” he laughed and guided her to the dance area.
Annabelle laughed and proceeded to enjoy herself.
Chapter 10
Derek had taken a swim after his talk with Colm. To his surprise, Colm agreed to accompany him and Annabelle to Bondlach. Maybe Colm intended to lure Annabelle away from him during the three day journey. He scowled and walked into the keep. It was getting late and there were a few stragglers at the wedding celebration. It was time for him and Annabelle to go to bed to rest for their journey tomorrow. Also, he was very eager to consummate their marriage. He had a feeling that it would not be easy to persuade Annabelle, but it was his right.
When he walked into the keep, the first thing he saw was Annabelle dancing with Colm. She was laughing as he twirled her around. Colm had a big grin on his face as he dipped her at the end of the song.
Angry, Derek strode over to them and grabbed Annabelle by her arm.
“It is time fer us to go to bed, my wife,” he hissed, his eyes never leaving her face.
Annabelle stiffened, and then tried to jerk her arm free.
“I am nae ready to retire, my husband,” she mocked, turning away from his gaze.
“It doesnae matter. I demand that ye come with me,” he said, pulling her with him toward the stairs.
“Derek,” Colm called behind them, his voice hard.
Derek ignored him and continued to drag Annabelle to their chamber.
“Ye let me go, Derek. I doona want to go to bed. Why do we go to bed so early anyway?” she demanded.
Derek just grunted. He did not have to answer to her. She would just do what she was told and that was all there was to it. Derek pushed the chamber door open and almost threw her inside and then he closed it behind them. He put the bar across it so that they would not be disturbed.
“Take yer clothes off,” he growled as he unlatched his claymore from his back.
Annabelle stood stiff glaring at him. She watched as he began to unbutton his shirt. He did not glance her way, expecting her to do what he said. That brought her anger rising.
“Ha! I will never take my clothes off fer ye! Why doona ye go and find yer hure and demand she take her clothes off? I am sure she will only be too happy to comply. I ken that I doona want ye to touch me,” she said snidely.
Without saying a word, Derek strode up to her and grabbed her gown and ripped it down the middle. Then he pulled it down her arms until it was pooled at her feet. Too shocked to react, Annabelle just stood staring at him.
“Are ye mad? Will ye force me?” she asked incredulously.
“If I have to, aye. Ye are my wife and I will have ye tonight,” he said stepping back to pull his shirt over his head.
“Ye animal!”
“Aye, take off the rest of yer clothes or I will repeat my actions,” he said removing his boots.
Annabelle was so appalled that she did not notice that he was nearly naked. All he had left to remove was his kilt. She stood immobile not knowing what she should do. She looked at the door and tried to gauge if she would be able to escape, but Derek anticipated her thoughts.
“Even if ye make it to the door, I will have caught ye before ye could lift the bar,” he said standing. He was completely naked and his manhood jutted before him.
Annabelle caught her breath at the sight. It finally dawned on her what was about to happen. Her treacherous mind flashed back to their intimacy only the night before. She shook her head to dispel the images.
“I willnae let ye force me, Derek,” she said quietly, trying to show courage, but she was frightened. She knew that she would not be able to stop him, if he indeed tried to force her.
Derek watched Annabelle as she stood clutching her shift to her body. She faced him, her gaze unwavering. He stepped back up to her, towering over her to intimidate.
“If ye doona come to me willing, I will have nay choice. We will consummate this union, Annabelle,” he said. Although she stood before him defiantly, Derek looked into her eyes and saw the fear that lie beneath. His anger instantly disappeared. He had never forced a woman in his life, and he never would, especially his wife.
Seeing Annabelle so carefree with Colm angered him and his jealousy of the intimacy made him want something that Colm could not have. Annabelle’s passion and heat. Although he knew his friend had feelings for his wife, he was sure that Colm would never cross that line.
“Let’s not and say we did,” she replied back.
He scowled.
“I desire ye, Annabelle,” he reached up and ran his knuckles against her cheek.
Annabelle closed her eyes and tried to block out the sensation his touch invoked.
“Do ye also desire Eilidh? Were ye leaving her bed when ye came to fetch me?” she asked trying to make him stop touching her.
Derek stiffened and his hand stopped its movement. It fell back to his side, but he continued to look at her.
“I will pretend ye dinna say that,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Why? Is it true?” she asked. She held her breath for his answer.
“I doona have to answer to ye, Annabelle. It isnae yer business what I do in my leisure time, but when I want ye, ye will give yerself to me,” he said quietly. Annabelle could see the storm brewing in his silver eyes.
Annabelle snorted.
The sound broke the dam of Derek’s anger. He reached up and ripped her shift off in the same manner as her gown, and then picked her up and threw her on the bed. He followed pinning her down. To punish her insolence, he crushed his lips to hers in a hard kiss.
Annabelle struggled against him, but his body pinned her to the mattress. His hands roamed aimlessly across her body, over her breast, stomach, and legs. He tore his mouth from hers an
d kissed her jaw and her neck with bruising kisses. Annabelle pushed against him, but to no avail.
“Derek, stop it!” she screamed at him.
He continued his assault.
“Nay, if the only way I can have ye this night is by force, then by force I shall have ye,” he said sucking her nipple into his mouth.
Annabelle gasped at the pain it caused.
“Derek, ye’re hurting me!” she yelled, still trying to push him away.
Derek acted as if he did not hear her. He continued to suckle her breast, one after the other. He trailed more kisses down her stomach.
“Derek, please,” she begged him.
She felt him hesitate, but he resumed kissing her stomach and then her thighs.
“I surrender,” she finally whispered, tears streaming down her face. She cursed herself for showing such weakness, but she could not seem to stop the tears.
Derek finally stopped and looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed, and he could see the tears streaming from her eyes. He silently cursed. What was he doing? He had only sought to punish her, but he did not expect her tears. Maybe he had gone too far.
“Annabelle, I…”
“I surrender, Derek,” she interrupted him. She did not open her eyes.
He rose up and lay beside her on his back. He looked up at the ceiling. He could hear Annabelle sniffle beside him. He turned his head to look at her. More tears were coming from her eyes and he reached out to wipe them away. Annabelle flinched away from his touch. He frowned.
“Annabelle, I want ye. It is our wedding night and ‘tis my right to have ye,” he said calmly.
After a moment, Annabelle answered.
“I have told ye that I surrender.”
He frowned because her voice was devoid of any emotion. She still did not open her eyes, and she lay on her back with her hands listlessly at her side.
He rolled to his side and inched closer to her. She did not move, but he noticed that her breath hitched.
“I will be gentle with ye, Annabelle,” he said as he ran his fingers threw her fire red hair. It was fanned around her head.
She only took a deep breath and waited. His touch in her hair was tender, and it seemed that she could feel it tingling on her scalp.
“Yer hair is so soft, just like I remember,” he murmured, and then his hand moved to her face.
He ran his finger gently down the bridge of her nose, then over her slightly parted lips. Annabelle suppressed a shiver, and was amazed that such a simple touch could elicit such a response. He then replaced his finger with his lips. Where before they had been hard, now they were soft, and she almost thought she had imagined the contact. He then kissed her cheek and her forehead.
“Ye smell so good, Annabelle. Ye taste like heaven,” he said as his lips met hers again. This time she was hard pressed not to respond. She was determined to be passive.
She felt his hand continue its exploration.
“Ye are beautiful, Annabelle. Yer breast,” he said as his hands ran softly across their tips. Her nipples instantly became erect. She could not hold back a gasp. This time of pure pleasure.
“Yer flat stomach and yer creamy thighs,” he said running his hands across them respectively.
“Open yer eyes fer me, Annabelle. I love the color of yer eyes,” he whispered close to her ear. His warm breath caressed her ear making her shiver.
Annabelle opened her eyes and looked up at her husband. The raw passion in his eyes took her aback. She felt something loosen inside of her and heat spread throughout her body.
“Aye, they are the color of the sea.”
Annabelle could feel his manhood hardening against her thigh. It surprised her that the sensation aroused her. She fought it. She had to remain passive.
Derek watched as Annabelle’s breaths became shallower. She was not unaffected, but she had not moved since he began touching her. He was not unaffected either. Her skin was so soft and he could remember how her body had felt pressed against his. He knew he had to go slowly though. He had frightened her, and he knew any wrong move would end this.
He moved his hand back to her full breast. Their pink nipples were puckered and he could not resist taking one into his mouth. This time he did it gently, barely touching them with his tongue. Annabelle gently arched toward him trying to deepen the contact. He held back and looked into her face. Her eyes had closed again and there was a small frown across her brow.
“I want ye, Annabelle,” he repeated taking her mouth with his again. This time she could not seem to resist responding.
Annabelle opened her lips to him when he slid his tongue across her lips. His tongue delved into her mouth tasting and drinking her in. She used her tongue to taste him also, mimicking his actions. He broke their kiss and moved to her cheek and then her neck. She moved her head to the side to give him easier access.
He rained small kisses across her collarbone moving toward her breast. Her breath quickened in anticipation. His warm mouth closed over her nipple and he gently suckled until she was sure that she would go up in flames. His hand kneaded her other breast, his thumb teasing that nipple to attention. She could feel the tension building low in her body. She writhed and pushed her breast harder into his mouth and hand.
Derek felt the tension in Annabelle’s body. She moaned as he continued to assault her breasts. He let his mouth trail to the valley between her breasts and then down her stomach. He could feel himself hardening even further as he neared her secret place.
He stopped kissing at the top of her red curls. The hand he had been using to knead her breast, he ran down her stomach and cupped her womanhood.
“Derek, what are you…?” she asked breathlessly as he let his thumb slide between the petals of her treasure. She stiffened.
“Shh,” he said as he moved his thumb up and down between the folds.
Annabelle relaxed at his sensual massage. She found herself rocking in the rhythm of his thumb. His assault on her senses was making it hard for her to remain immobile. She felt like a volcano ready to erupt.
Derek’s thumb found her erect bud and moved in a circular motion against it. He felt her body tense and then her body shook with the force of her release.
“Derek!” she cried as her body rode wave after wave of pleasure.
“I need to taste ye, lass.”
Instead of coming up her body again, Annabelle felt him move down further and then wedge himself between her thighs. Then she felt the heat of his mouth where his thumb had been, and the tension began again even though she was not completely over the last explosion.
Derek quickly brought her to the brink again, and she willing tumbled over. While she was at the last little waves of pleasure, Derek moved up her body and positioned himself at her entrance. Slowly he pushed his way inside of her. She felt her body tightened around him drawing him in.
“Ye are so tight and hot, lass. So wet. I doona ken if I can hold out much longer,” he growled through clenched teeth. He finally pushed himself all the way in.
Derek tried to reign in his passion, but he had never had a woman that had felt so good around him before. Eilidh had been a good bed partner, but she did not compare to the heat and tightness of Annabelle’s body. He had never been to this height of passion before, not even when he was a green lad. He lowered his body onto Annabelle; his face buried in her hair, and began to move slowly. His breath hissed through his teeth as he tried to control his body.
“I canna wait any longer, Annabelle,” he said and grabbed her hips to steady her as he increased the pace of his thrusts.
Annabelle gasped as Derek drove into her. She knew she was coming to the brink again. She wrapped her arms around Derek’s back and dug her nails into his flesh as the tension rebuilt within her.
“Derek, please,” she repeated, but this time she did not want him to stop.
He ground into her and then they both exploded into ecstasy at the same time, shouting out their release. Derek slumped
against Annabelle, breathing heavily on her neck. Her arms were still around him. She found she did not have the strength or the inclination to remove them.
After a few moments, Derek stirred and moved to the side. He gathered Annabelle in his arms, her back to his front. As he was drifting to sleep, he marveled that his release had been even more powerful than it had been the previous night. He pulled her closer, her breathing indicating that she had already gone to sleep. He smiled and followed suit.
Chapter 11
Annabelle awoke to the most euphoric sensation. She opened her eyes and realized that she was on top of Derek. He had her lifted up to where her breasts were dangling over his face. He was suckling her breasts. She did not remember shifting in her sleep to lie across him.
As Derek continued suckling, Annabelle threw back her head in pure pleasure. She sighed deep in her throat.
“Sit back, Annabelle,” Derek whispered as he reached between them.
Annabelle blindly did what he asked and found herself against his manhood. He had reached between them and positioned himself under her.
“Derek?” she questioned not knowing exactly what he wanted her to do.
“Push yerself upon me, lass.”
Eyeing him warily, she pushed against his manhood until she felt it began to penetrate her opening. She gasped as she realized what she was doing. She looked at Derek’s face, but his eyes were closed and he looked distressed.
“Am I hurting ye?” she asked trying to dislodge him.
“Nay!” Derek said hurriedly. “Please continue.”
Glancing again at his face, Annabelle pushed slowly until she had taken him all the way in. She sighed at the feeling of fullness.
“Now what?” she asked him shyly. She had an idea, but she did not want to do something wrong.
“Ride like the wind,” he said in a strained voice.
She looked confused at first, but then comprehension dawned on her and she began to move upon him. She imagined riding Chestnut, and how her body moved with the horse’s steps. She began to undulate up and down, feeling the thrill of the ride as if she were really on her horse, except this was one hundred times better. She moaned and cried out her pleasure.
