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  When he returned, he announced that they would be bringing the bath in, so for her to sit tight while they filled the tub. While she laid back and replayed their discussion in her head, he walked around the room and placed objects in their bags and retrieved his own outfit for traveling. Once the bath was filled and the door was shut, he locked it and jerked his head for her to attend to her bath. She was about to drop her sheet to comply but remembered she was naked and blushed from head to toe. Oddly enough, it was easier for her to accept that she was naked in his presence while blind folded than now.

  “Katherine” He growled out at her.

  She sighed heavily and took the plunge. As she was crossing the room, she peeked over and noticed that he was staring at her with that hunger in his eyes that made her shiver.

  “Take out your traveling clothes first” he said to her in a dark velvety voice that was a bit on the husky side.

  She picked out a dark blue velvet dress that had a squared front, showing just a modest hint of cleavage and long sleeves to keep her warm on her travels. He nodded his approval as she laid the dress and under garments on the bed and then hurried to the tub to hide herself within the sweet smell of the steaming water. Before she stepped in, Salvador announced that he was just going down the hall to make sure that Henry was ready when they were. Once he was gone, she quickly relieved herself in the chamber pot and then sunk into the water. She knew she should hurry, but as her muscles relaxed with the heat of the water and all her sore spots from their wild love making slowly started to ebb, she could do not but groan and sink her face into the water. When she came up for air, she heard the click of the door and knew he was back. She moved quickly and gave her hair and body a thorough scrub down, knowing that it may be days before she would have such a luxury again. She didn’t expect to be on the road the whole time, but she was realistic and knew that when they stopped for the night, it would be to sleep and not dally.

  Salvador brought her a towel and waited for her to step out of the tub so he could wrap it around her. Again she felt shy under his scrutiny, but complied. He insisted that she stand there while he dried her off. When her body started to react to his ministrations, she quickly looked away from him and lowered her head in hopes to hide her blush. If he noticed it, he didn’t point it out. Giving her a light tap on her bum, he told her to get ready while he disrobed and in turn sank into the tub.

  Chapter 7 - The Journey Home: Day 1

  The Inn Keeper was kind enough to pack them a lunch and gave them a bottle of wine as a wedding gift, showing his appreciation for being included in the event. By the time they were seated in the carriage and were well on their way, he could tell that Kat was still exhausted and watched her through hooded eyes as she slowly dozed off. He tucked her into his side and rested her head against his shoulder as the carriage gently rocked them. The talk had gone better than planned and he had discovered that she was full of pleasant surprises. He had not expected an apology or an acceptance to what he had to say. He knew that he had just won a great battle, but did not delude himself into thinking the war was won.

  Now that they were married, he was even more eager to get home and settle her in to her new life. He would introduce her to the brotherhood and their wives and do everything in his power to shelter her from the claws of the ton. It was inevitable that she would have to mingle with such characters at social events. Even prior to his marriage he had managed to avoid such events as much as possible and still found himself surrounded by those he trusted and cared for and never lacked for anything to do. If he was lucky, he would get her with child sooner rather than later, which would provide the perfect excuse to avoid such undesirable events. Just the thought of his child growing in Katherine’s belly made him grin. He did not look forward to the actual birthing of the child and felt a pang of fear at the thought of losing her in child birth, but he couldn’t help but look forward to greeting his children as they came into this world. They would be beautiful and provide the final touch to the perfect family that he was building for them.

  He let Katherine sleep for a few hours and then woke her for lunch. They talked about their favourite authors, politics, plays and other light topics. He told her about his estate and the history behind it. He relieved her worries about having to partake with the ton. She told him about what life was like before her mother died and admitted to remembering the social event that he had first seen her, but regretfully did not remember him.

  “Don’t take offense Salvador. There were circumstances that prevented me from truly remembering anyone, to be honest.”

  He remembered and felt that horrible pang of jealousy and possessiveness.

  “Would you be referring to your group of admirers?” he managed to say calmly.

  She laughed and shook her head at the memory. Her laughter was like music to his ears. It was genuine and soft, unlike most of the laughter he had been exposed to that was served to feed his ego rather than display genuine pleasure for the situation. The women he had been exposed to were shallow and only acted as they thought he wanted them to. It disgusted him.

  “Yes, that would be what I was referring to. My friends used to envy me the attention I would draw and could never understand why I felt far from flattered. I in turn could not understand how they could want a man to proclaim his love and adoration to a woman that he had just met. Would it have mattered to them if I was shallow and vain? They didn’t know me from Adam and yet they insisted that I was one of a kind. Even though I was young at the time, I was not so foolish to be blinded by their vanity.”

  He was relieved to hear her say that, more so than she could ever imagine.

  “Yes, I could see that. At first I saw your pretty face and knew what kind of flower you would blossom into, but I also knew that you could have easily grown into a poisonous bud. In fact, there was a brief moment that I shrugged you off because I felt that that was more than likely the case with you. Luckily for me, I could not stop from glancing over to you from time to time and I started to see through that upcoming beauty of yours.”

  “Really, how so?”

  “When you thought no one was looking, I could see the displeasure of their attentions on your face. I did consider it to be a possible headache, however I had my hopes. You did nothing to encourage their flattery and I could see that you even tried to hide behind your friends, pushing them forward when a new admirer would approach. You were so lovely, even in your youth.”

  “I did have a headache that night you know, only the stress from those advances only made it worse.”

  “So I was right on both accounts. Being right doesn’t surprise me anymore” he put as much arrogance as he could into the statement, which only made her burst out laughing and almost spill her drink.

  He chuckled along with her and found he could not tear his eyes away from her mouth. She had a beautiful smile and her teeth were perfectly white and straight. He would have wondered how she managed that with such lack of nutrition or hygienic products, but had a suspicion that she knew a bit about herbs and within that would find the solution.

  “You know, I meant to steal you away at the last event” he had the sudden need to confess. “Even though my visit in town was specifically to retrieve you, I had no idea I would meet up with you at Lord Danvil’s ball.”

  “Then why were you there?”

  “To socialize with business associates. I figured I would take advantage of my time in town and put a few things out of the way, before I came to get you. I saw you come in. I knew right away it was you and watched as you watched everyone else. You seemed eager to leave only moments after arriving. I’d see you duck into the shadows as recognition for various faces would register. It was strange to watch. You were the most beautiful woman in the room and by societies standards had all the rights to be there, yet you stood there on the outside looking in. I could see regret and even a touch of loneliness when you would recognize an old friend, determination when you brushed aside your
pride and took the food that you needed to survive and then the need to flee and shelter yourself from a world that had moved on without you. I was so close to following you outside and throwing you over my shoulders while I escaped with you into the night. I very much felt like an evil pirate.” He chuckled.

  She sat there watching the scenery outside the window with a touch of sadness across her features. He did not intend to make her sad but felt the need to demonstrate to her that he saw through her beauty and recognized the person who she really was.

  “Kat” He called her name gently to pull her back into the conversation.

  “I’m sorry. Attending those events was harder on me than surviving the cold winters.”

  He would have thought that would have been her cue to cry, but she did not. She squared her shoulders and shrugged her sadness off.

  “You will never be on the outside again Katherine - never.” He declared, feeling very protective of his beautiful flower and never wanting her to experience pain like that again.

  She only smirked at him and returned her gaze to the scenery outside. She was shutting him out. He didn’t like it but couldn’t be so selfish as to expect her to pay all of her waking moments dedicating her attentions to only him. It was an attractive thought, but not realistic.

  They sat in silence for sometime before he couldn’t take it anymore. Now that he had her, he wanted to hear her voice, touch her and even taste her. He wanted to cocoon her into his arms and never let her go. The sun was starting to go down and they had about another two hours before they stopped for the night. He would not sit in silence for two hours, nor did he think he could hold back his desire for her for that long.

  He held out for another five minutes and then lost his patience. Without a word, he pulled her onto his lap and caught her gasp with his mouth, sliding his tongue inside her mouth and savouring her taste. It didn’t take long for her hand to slide to the back of his neck and return his kiss with equal passion. Running his hand up her inner thigh, he growled into her mouth when she tried to snap her legs shut. When his thumb gently traced over her under garments, she let out a seductive moan that he could only take as surrender. Gripping his fist into her hair, he tugged her head back, leaving her neck fully exposed to him. He nuzzled his lips into the sensitive spot on her neck and beamed as her body shivered to his touch. Pulling her even further back, he traced his tongue along the exposed cleavage that her dress allowed.

  “Unclip your dress” he breathed out hoarsely as he licked his way back to her neck and held a firm grip in her silky hair.

  “This isn’t proper” She gasped out as he gently nipped at her neck.

  He could only guess that she was referring to their current location. She would soon learn that desire held no such proprietary.

  “Unclip your dress or I will rip it off of you.” He gave her a warning, fully intending to follow through.

  She moaned and lifted her chest as she reached behind her to unclip her dress. When he saw that the material held enough slack, he pulled her dress down just enough so that her bare breasts were exposed but her arms were held confined in the dress. With her arms trapped underneath her, his mouth watered at the sacrificial vision on his lap. Her breasts were thrust up into the air and her nipples were hardened into tight peaks, just beckoning for his attention. He smothered his face into their perfection and allowed her squirming that only fed into his excitement. He lifted the hem of her dress as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He thought about forbidding her from wearing under garments, not liking the barrier it presented between his searching fingers and their goal. He gripped them tightly and yanked them down to her ankles and then found what he was so desperately in need of. Slipping two fingers inside of her, he rubbed her bud with his thumb. She moaned and squirmed beneath him, feeding his dark need as no other could.

  He drove her to the extreme, not giving her the release she needed until she was panting and frantic in her own desire. He watched her face as the orgasm took over and grinned his satisfaction. Cutting her orgasm short, knowing it would keep the flame going, he picked her up off his lap and bent her over the seat across from them. Her cheek kissed the bench and her shoulders rested on the edge. Her perfect breasts hung loose and ready for his attention. Her panties hung lose around her ankles and her arms were sufficiently trapped behind her back.

  He undid his pants and jerked them down. Flipping her skirt over her back, he groaned at the overall vision of her. Could she be any more desirable? He wrapped an arm beneath her hips and lifted her to him. Opening her legs wider with his knees, he drove into her with out any further preliminaries. She cried out with what sounded like music to his ears. The sound of himself slamming into her wet pussy over and over as she panted beneath him drove him to even wilder depths of erotic fantasies. Envisioning the many ways he intended to have her as he played out this fantasy, he quickly smacked her butt cheek when she tried to sit up. She gasped at the sting but then pushed herself further back, causing him to go deeper. With his other hand he fondled her thrashing breasts and pinched at her nipples, delighting in the sounds he was producing from her. He knew there was a mixture of pleasure and pain that drove both of their needs and he found himself drowning in it. With the exception of one woman prior, he had always had to hold back his darkest desires. Katherine not only embraced his needs but relished in them as well. She was his perfect partner.

  He slipped his hands from her breasts and reached down to strum his fingers over her bud. Her pussy clench around him and her body started to tremble as she cried out against the intense orgasm. He picked up the pace of his thrusts and reached down to grab a fistful of her hair. She cried out his name as he pulled her head back so her neck was straining. This time he wanted to see his seed christening her. He pulled out and slipped his lower thigh between her legs, resting her mound on it while keeping her lifted. He jerked off, watching his seed spill onto her perfect rump and down the slit of her anus.

  When he was able to see straight again and cease his body from trembling, he slowly lowered her knees back onto the floor but kept a steady grip in her hair. Using his cock, he spread his cum over her backside and across her anus. As the tip of his cock briefly pressed against her tight hole, she cried out in protest and tried to move away. Again his hand came down hard on her butt cheek, causing her to cry out. He continued to tease her pert little hole with just the tip of his cock and continued to spank her when she would protest. His shaft grew from semi-hard to its full length at the thought of sodomizing that particular hole, but knew that today would not be that day. In the meantime, they had nothing but time on their hands and he was ready to go for a second round.

  This time he slowly thrust himself into her. He circled his hips and would tease her bud with the tip of his cock.

  “Salvador! You’re torturing me!” She moaned out as he dipped inside her again. Resting her forehead against the bench, he could see that sweet mouth of hers slightly opened as she breathed in and out. He loved the sound of his name on her lips, especially in the throws of passion.

  “Too slow for you love?” He purred to her as he slowly grinded himself into her, filling himself right up to the hilt.

  She moaned out her response with an exasperated “Yes”.

  Again he slipped out of her to bathe his cock in her running juices along her slit.

  He felt her pussy clench as he again brushed his cock against her nub.

  She panted out the most erotic of sounds as she tried to hold herself together.

  “Do you like it when I am rough with you, my sexy kitten” he purred out again, as he continued to tease her bud, but keeping her just out of reach of her release.

  She moaned as her pussy clenched in a spasm, but she did not answer him.

  He reached down and pinched her nipple. She cried out and tried to jerk away from him in response, but was rewarded with a smack on her rump.

  “Answer me!” he growled out.

  “Yes Salvador!” S
he cried out as she jerked from his hand, feeling the sting starting to spread throughout her butt cheeks.

  When he spanked her again, he slammed himself into her at the same time. They both cried out and then he started pumping at her without haste. The small mewing sounds that she was making fed his hunger while her pussy clenched and unclenched around his shaft. He wanted her to cum hard with his name on her lips while doing so. He ran his finger over her exposed anus, causing her to clench her self around his cock and cry a sound of protest. He liked it. He slipped in the tip of his finger and wiggled it around. She continued to clench herself around him, only now she was struggling to free her arms, no doubt to try and stop him. He would have none of that. He spanked her back into submission and then brought his finger back to that tight neglected hole of hers. He reached around her with his other hand and mimicked the action across her hard bud and just like that she came, hard. As she exploded around him and cried out “Mercy Salvador!” she milked the seed right out of him and he joined her cries of ecstasy.

  When he came back to his senses, he had fallen over her and had his face buried between her neck and shoulder blade. She was slumped below him and he instinctively knew that the orgasm was too intense for someone of her innocence, causing her to pass out over the sensory overload and pure exhaustion. It was not a bad thing, not many men could do that to a woman and he knew for a fact that if given the choice, she would do it over again.

  After cleaning them both up, he dragged her across his lap again, letting her continue to sleep on him while he held onto her as though he would never let go.

  One of the things he was quickly learning about his new wife was that she is an incredibly deep sleeper and not a morning person.

  They had stopped off at an Inn about an hour after she passed out and he had managed to bring her out of the carriage, cradling her into his chest like a child, through all the noise of the tavern, up the stairs and into the bed without her so much as flinching. He had undressed her, taken a soaped up damp cloth and cleaned her and himself up before slipping between the covers and falling into an exhausted sleep himself.