Wed to a Wicked Warrior의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

Eleanor’s eyes shot open and her breath caught in her throat, her body stiff and her heart pounding. She stared up at the face of a stranger, only inches from hers, and wondered if she were awake or dreaming. She wasn't even sure if it were a dream or a nightmare. The face above her was so elegantly chiseled that it stole her breath, more beauty than she had ever seen on a man. So perfect she believed it must belong in the heavens. But his jet black hair was pulled tight on his head and the scruff of dark whiskers shadowed his face making it look as though he could fade into the shadows if she weren't looking closely. His eyes were such a piercing pure black that looking into them sent an icy chill through her, as though she were looking into the eyes of the devil himself. His large hand pressed tightly across her mouth, but it was the size and weight of his solid body covering hers that frightened her the most. He was a large, powerfully built man. She knew she had no chance against h

Fann turned the boat to aim them more towards the north. A wave rocked the hull more than it had in the previous direction. Eleanor, her arms still pinned in the shawl, squeaked as she pitched forward, her face landing on his kilt. The fabric of it slid over his legs and her face sunk between his thighs. He looked down at the top of her head, the image of what she could do there had his member stiffening so quickly that Fann cursed and dropped the oars into the boat so he could sit her back up before his member made itself visible to her. Silken waves of her hair slid over his hands and arms as he grasped her shoulders to lift her away from him. In the same movement, he tugged at the knot he'd put in the shawl behind her so that the garment came loose around her. "Next time, catch yourself." She flinched away from his gruff tone and Fann ground his teeth. He watched her stretch her arms and rotate the knots out of her shoulders before drawing the shawl protectively around herself agai

Eleanor tried to stop her hand from trembling as she raised another piece of cheese to Fann's mouth. It was just bite sized. He said she should time the morsels with his strokes. It had been working surprisingly well, but the act seemed so intimate somehow. It heated her blood and dried her mouth. He leaned forward, the oars swinging back above the water. His eyes held hers and his lips parted for the next bite. Tingles raced up her arm when his lips closed and slid along the pad of her finder. Fann winked at her as he leaned away, pulling the oars through the water. Her breathing grew shallow and she felt the wicked dampness between her legs. Why did it feel so good when he looked at her? She had never before enjoyed being looked at.She tore off a piece of bread for the next pass. Waiting until he made eye contact to get back up on her knees. He came forward again with his mouth open and she popped the bread in quickly, pulling back before he closed his lips this time. His mouth twi

“It seems we are both in need of the soup,” Fann said from the bed, “however, you have the advantage of full body coverage.”Eleanor grasped the sheet to her breasts as she turned. “I am sorry. I saw no other way to cover you.” His eyes flicked over the blanket. “Fill me a bowl of soup then, and I’ll eat here. We’ll worry about how to cloth ourselves once our bellies are full. At least you are awake and the rain has stopped. Today should be more enjoyable than yeterday.”“I would think anything would be more enjoyable than being forced to swim in the sea during a storm.”He was silent as she handed him the wooden bowl of soup. Catching one of her hands in his and holding on until she looked at him. “That was more than a day ago Eleanor. You have been two days without waking, this would have been the third night if you had not woken. She pulled her hand from his and eased herself back onto the chair.“Whole days?”“I was beginning to fear you had been frozen during our escape and woul

Eleanor woke slowly the next morning to the sound of birds and the laughter of children. She smiled to herself and stretched comfortably on the soft bed, then sat up with a start and looked around the room.After Fann had left her last night, she’d struggled to move the settee back near the fire and covered it with furs. She’d changed herself into a wonderfully soft night dress and curled up on the settee, leaving Fann the bed. Obviously, he had moved her because she, and the furs, were tucked up on one side of the bed. The other side had definitely been slept on, but it was now empty. Bread and honey were on the table by the settee for her to break her fast. Eleanor got up and padded over to the window, pulling back the fur to let in the sunshine. Everything about this was different from waking up in the abbey. She felt rested for one thing, even the settee had been more comfortable than her pallet at the abbey with it’s prickly straw mattress and scratchy, patched blankets. The tol