Steamy Dreams
"Wench, thy breath will be taken this night, when I make thee beg for my coveting."
(I will sex you up, make you want me) Lord Jarin said softly as he nibbled her ear.
She tried to move her head away but he spoke again, squeezing his arm around her thin waist.
"Remember thy vow to obey my will if I spared the life of thy swain - Garrick."
(Remember your promise to willingly be mine if I spared your peasant husband)
She stilled at that and allowed him to nibble her ear again as they rode.
Raisa's dress had ridden up when he pulled her to sit side ways in front of him. She felt his hand gather her bridal dress at the waist, inching it up further showing her long lithe legs.