The Devil's Good Intentions Page 5

  “Some how I highly doubt I have delivered even a scratch to that oversized ego of yours. But to answer your question, I would be foolish to believe that I could permanently live out my life as I was and live long to tell the story. I did fear at times how I would survive another winter or if I could continue to eat every other day and still remain strong enough to survive.”

  She was silent then. He presumed she was reminiscing on those times when it really was hard living.

  “I will take good care of you Kat. You will never want for anything ever again and if you’ll let me, I will make you happy.” He softly declared.

  She remained silent.

  Once again he placed a butterfly kiss along her shoulder blades and then up the back of her neck as he casually brushed the underside of her breast.

  Her breathing had already started to quicken and her muscles were tensing in anticipation.

  He gently rolled her onto her back and leaned over her. He could see the battle that was raging within her and decided to continue on with his battle before she decided against accepting his advances.

  Leaning down, he gently brushed his lips against hers as he smoothed back her hair. He then slowly started to increase the pressure of his kiss until he felt her starting to respond. By the time she had opened her mouth to his to receive his exploring tongue, he had moved his hand down to her breast and was gently plucking at the pink nipple that had been beckoning to him since he first beheld her naked glory.

  Her breathing sped up again and her kiss subtly became more urgent. He wasn’t sure if she was aware that she had slipped her fingers into his hair, or that she was digging her nails into the back of his neck, but if she kept it up he would lose all control. He needed to remain cool, being that this was her first time. He was not a gentle lover and a day would come when she would find that out, however today would not be that day. He tore his lips from hers and kissed his way down to her neglected nipple, running his tongue along the tip before taking it into his mouth. She gasped, gripping her fists tighter into his hair, causing him to groan. Her most perfect firm and flawless breasts filled his hands. He couldn’t get enough. She writhed from beneath him and he found himself having to hold back a roar of triumph as she responded to him with such lustful passion.

  He worked his mouth back up to hers and then took her in another drugging kiss. She moaned from beneath him and when trying to catch her breath, he nipped at her lower lip until she came back for more of him.

  He slowly slid his fingers from her nipple, down past her navel to disappear into her under drawers. She stiffened and snapped her legs shut, but he would have none of that.

  “Shhh let me love you Katherine. You need to trust me.” He cooed to her.

  Reluctantly, she melted back into him as he slid his mouth back down to her breast. She was so wet that his mind went blank. He kissed past her breast and slowly worked his lips down her belly. He subtly slipped her undergarments down her thighs and past her ankles, and then lost his breath at the sight before him.

  “Salvador” she gently pleaded.

  He knew she was pleading for him to not embarrass her in all her modesty, but being a passionate lover in bed was what he was good at and she needed to learn to trust him.

  He ran his thumb up and down her slit while placing a kiss on her inner thigh, she shivered in response.

  Pressing his thumb in deeper, he gently parted her glistening pink lips exposing her precious nub.

  When he lowered his head, she shifted back on a gasp as she registered what he was about to do, but he had anticipated her reaction and held her to him firmly while his mouth came down on her. She let out a cursed protest and tried to push him away from her, but then quickly moaned and fell back as her stomach muscles tensed, while shiver after shiver ran through her body.

  The escaped moans that she gave off excited him beyond belief and the taste of her was intoxicating. He flicked his tongue over her bud and was rewarded with a sensual curse from her mouth as her body flinched. Giving one final lick and kiss to her beautiful mound, he worked his way back up to her mouth.

  When she met his kisses with equal passion, he knew it was time. He parted her legs with his knees and placed himself between her thighs. When his crown nudged at her tight opening, it took all of his strength not to ram himself into her. She let out a soft moan and parted her legs for him even further to accommodate, causing him to groan as he slowly broke into her tight sheath. He felt the walls of her pussy clenching around him and knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.

  “Sweetheart, this first thrust his going to hurt you just a little bit, but I promise after that there will be no more pain, only pleasure. Do you trust me?”

  He hoped to God that she said yes because come hell or high water there was no way he was backing out. That and he truly wanted her trust.

  She nodded her head as he claimed her lips once again. When he thrusted himself forward in one fluid motion, breaking her virgins gate, he took her cry into his mouth and held himself still to allow her to accustom herself to his length and thickness. Only when she started returning his kisses again did he start to move.

  She was sweet heaven. He had never taken an innocent before and his Katherine fit around him like a glove. Every stroke brought him closer to madness and to his pleasant surprise she was meeting him stroke for stroke. Her passion drove him wild and he soon found himself driving into her like a sex deprived madman! She stiffened and the walls of her pussy start clenching in spasms around his cock as she experienced her first orgasm. Before he knew what he was about, he heard her cry out his name and lost all control. With a roar of triumph that he was certain the entire Inn could hear; he spilled his seed deep within her.

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  They both laid there panting for god knows how long. He subtly shifted his weight off of her and held her to him tightly as though he thought she would bolt for the door at any second. He was still planted firmly within her and she could feel his shaft pulsating, or was that her?

  She had never in her lifetime expected the marriage bed to be so…pleasurable! Once she had given in to his gentle caresses and trusted him to take care of her, she had simply let herself go and gave into her senses. Now that her senses were coming back, she wanted to knock him out for making her enjoy the marriage bed as much as she did, when really she wanted to have no reason to like anything this man could offer her. Knowing that he would expect this of her in his bed and that it wasn’t all that unpleasant, she couldn’t help but reason to herself that this would be one point she would not fight him on. Why deprive herself? Damn him!

  “Did I hurt you?” He asked her gently as though for the first time since they had met he was actually concerned for her well being.

  “No, you didn’t hurt me” she responded in like.

  He kissed her forehead and she shuddered in response.

  When he started to chuckle, she tried to pull herself away but he was wrapped around her like a vice and only shook his head to let her know he was not letting her go anytime soon.

  “So much passion in you my little kitten, now if I could only find away to confine that passion between the sheets.” he teased.

  She couldn’t believe he would tease her in such a manner! Was he mocking her?

  “You Sir!” She blurted out as her anger started to rise “Are an arrogant ass! And furthermore I resent…” She tried to continue on her tyrant but he successfully ended it with a passionate kiss that she felt right down to her toes.

  She felt him growing inside of her again and gasped when he flexed his hips.

  He left no room for protest. His lips were trailing towards her breasts and he was on top of her again, thrusting wildly as she lost herself in his incredible hunger for her. When he clutched the back of her knees and drew her legs over his shoulders, she thought she would surely die with need as he managed to plant himself even deeper within her. She cried out as he increased his thrusts and felt the crown of his shaft slamming aga
inst her womb. Reaching behind her, she gripped onto the bed sheets while burying her face into her forearm, biting her lip to keep herself from begging him to never to stop. He had lifted himself above her and hungrily caressed her breasts with his gaze as they were thrashed about in his wild love making.

  He reached down and circled his thumb around her nub, causing ripples of pleasure to wash over her body. Tensing her pussy around his shaft only increased her pleasure and soon found herself crying out as wave after wave of lustful shivers licked its way throughout her entire being. He bent over her while her legs were still held firmly over his shoulders, allowing for him to go even deeper and just as she cried out, he caught her mouth and thrust his tongue inside of her as he once again spilled his seed and filled her up completely.

  ~

  When he finally released her legs and scooped her up beside him, she could no longer keep her eyes open. She quickly faded away in pure exhaustion as he gently soothed his thumb back and forth over her stomach.

  Salvador laid awake with Kat’s sleeping body snuggled up against his. He was sure she would be seeking refuge on the farthest end of the bed if she had the energy to do so.

  As much as she tried to rebuke him, she had succeeded in almost every which way, except for between the sheets. He knew she would be a wild fire in bed and now that he had awakened her sexual senses, he knew that this was one battle field he would never lose on.

  As he reflected on their love making, he started to stir again. The feel of her tight pussy stroking his cock as he wildly thrust into her had been mind blowing. Never in his lifetime had he felt such pleasure! All of those whores he had slept with couldn’t for all of their experience, bring him even an ounce of pleasure that Katherine had. They had been so stretched out and used up that even with the greatest amount of skill, they could never come close to making him feel the way his Katherine did. Her scent made his mouth water and the taste of her arousal was clean and pure. He had once erred in mistaking a whores scent for her arousal, he gagged when the taste of her branded on his tongue. It turned out he was scenting her perfume, which was strategically placed upon her person. He had never made that mistake again.

  In a way, the experience with Katherine had made him feel like it was his first time as well and he was sure that every time would feel like that. He also grinned at the way she responded to him. He had expected her to be passionate, but he had not expected her to respond to him so quickly. Whether she knew it or not, it said something about her feelings towards him. If she loathed him like he thought she did, he would have never received a response like that from her. At the least, it assured him that she was as physically attracted to him as he was to her, now he just needed her mind to catch up with her body.

  Salvador gently removed himself from Katherine’s sleep induced embrace to wet a wash cloth. When he returned to the bed to clean between her thighs, he noted the small amount of blood that was mixed in with his seed on the sheets and felt a males triumph. He was the first to touch her and would be the only man to ever do so. She belonged to him and he felt a fierce pride, as well as an over whelming possessiveness that threatened his very control. He was already feared by most who knew him because of his explosive temper and deadly manner of exposing those who threaten him, now he had one more reason to learn how to curb that temper.

  After rinsing out the wash cloth, Salvador climbed back into bed and pulled Katherine back into his arms. She was so exhausted that she didn’t even stir or break her breathing. He however was fully stirred and spent a good while fighting back his lust before falling into his own slumber.

  Chapter 5 - A Lesson in Trust

  Katherine woke to the sound of a closing door. She stirred in bed and flinched as new pains made themselves aware across her body. She felt a soreness that she quickly identified and prayed her walking would not be affected by it.

  When she peered behind her shoulder, she saw Salvador placing a tray of food on the table. She immediately blushed as visions of the night before flooded her memory. She had acted like a simple minded wanton and was embarrassed to the fact that he could so easily bend her to his will. She also had to be truthful to herself and acknowledge that if he wanted to, he could easily bring her to such a wanton state without putting much effort into it.

  She decided to proceed with him as usual and not bring up any subjects that would open up discussion to the previous night. Since it was not appropriate to discuss such acts, she considered herself safe for the time being.

  He had said nothing to her so far as he settled himself into the sitting area to eat. She thought that she should be offended that he didn’t at least say good morning or wait for her before starting in on his meal, but truthfully she appreciated the silence and could not complain. She carefully covered her self up with the sheet and peered around the bed to see if there was a robe or a night garment for her to put on, there wasn’t. Keeping the sheet wrapped firmly around herself, she stood from the bed looking the part of a toga goddess and ventured over to her clothes. Remembering that he had not included night clothes for her to wear in her new wardrobe, she silently cursed him for it. Deciding not to let that disturb her too much, she threw modesty out the window, gracefully strode over to the sitting area – toga and all – and gently seated herself in a chair close to the food tray.

  “Would you like some coffee?” He asked casually as though seeing her in nothing but a sheet was an everyday occurrence.

  “Please” She replied just as casually, determined to show him that he was not going to unsettle her.

  As he poured her a coffee, she loaded various breakfast pastries onto a small plate and then sat back to eat.

  “Thank you” she said politely as he placed her coffee on the side table beside her chair.

  He smiled politely in response and then settled himself back in to finish his own breakfast.

  “Once you are finished eating, I’ll order up a bath and then we’ll need to get moving. While they are filling the tub, I need you to take out only what you are going to wear so that Henry can bring everything else to the carriage.”

  She nodded to him as she took a sip of her coffee.

  “Why did you not tell me earlier that you had planned to wed me last night?” She asked with mild accusation in her tone.

  He grinned wickedly at her and then took a sip of his own coffee before answering.

  Inside, her blood started to boil at his audacity. She found herself strongly disliking that grin at the very moment, even though it also made her heart sputter for different reasons.

  “In all honesty, I had planned to wait until you were settled into our home; however your speeches inspired me to hurry up the process.” He responded with a hint of humour in his tone - humour at her expense no doubt.

  She opened her mouth to curse him and then firmly shut it again. Never once while trying to talk him out of marriage did she think it would have the opposite effect. Here she thought she was presenting him with doubt when in all reality, she had only prompted him to move quicker.

  “And what was it that I said in particular that inspired you to run and fetch a priest? Was it the mention of Mistresses; loss of your bachelorhood; my rejection to being wed to you? Pray tell, Lord Salvador, which endearing words of mine would have inspired you so?”

  He didn’t even flinch nor did his grin falter. She wanted to throw her pastry at him and stomp away. Judging by the increase of his grin, he probably read that on her face.

  “I believe it was all of the above. Only I saw your meaning for something else.” He replied casually and then took another sip of his coffee.

  “By all means Sir, do tell…” She drawled out sarcastically and rolled her eyes.

  “If I must. By marrying you and losing my claim to bachelorhood, it ensures me that I no longer have to leave the comfort of my home to find a willing wench to warm my bed. The fact that you were so eager to reject our marriage convinced me to stop putting off the inevitable and dragging
it out for you. No use in allowing you to stress yourself day in and day out on ways you could get out of the contract when really, the end result would have landed my ring on your finger either way. You were right Katherine, that talk did help me come to my senses.”

  He still held that wicked grin and she had to grip on to the arm of her chair to keep from flying across the short distance to slap it off his face.

  “I see” she managed to grit out between clenched teeth as she fought to control her anger.

  “You must admit my Love, now that the wedding is over and done with, we can move on with our lives. Not to mention it made for a pleasant night…wouldn’t you say?”

  Katherine gasped and this time she did hurl her food at him, standing up to find something else within reach to follow her plate of food.

  Salvador was quick to his feet and yanked her against him while chuckling at her outburst.

  “Let me go you Heathen!” She cried out as she squirmed to get free.

  “Now now, Kat, there’s no need for name calling” he continued to tease her.

  Her anger turned into embarrassment then back to anger.

  “Let go of me!” She cried out again as she struggled in his hold.

  When she felt his arms loosen around her, she flung herself away and fought to put distance between them. No more than two steps later, she felt a sharp flick to her toga and to her horror, watched it fall to the floor.

  What she had not noticed was that when he had detained her, part of his foot was standing on her sheet. She felt her face set a flame as she bent down to try and tug the sheet from under his foot and cursed when she heard his laughter.

  “Move your foot you heartless Rake!” She cursed him as he continued to laugh.

  He did move his foot, but only to step more firmly onto the sheet, stepping forward and lifting her to him by her upper arms.

  She shrieked when he pressed her to him and then cried out his name in shock as he scooped her up in his arms and strode towards the bed.