Total pages in book: 208
Estimated words: 209645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1048(@200wpm)___ 839(@250wpm)___ 699(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 209645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1048(@200wpm)___ 839(@250wpm)___ 699(@300wpm)
“I did share that with him, Mars,” I reminded him.
“There is a grave difference, my kindhearted wife, of how you will not tolerate something and how I won’t. You understand this, no?”
Eep!
“I wouldn’t like it if you separated all his joints,” I whispered.
“I would not do this to your father, but I would ruin him,” he returned unemotionally. “I would take everything from him that matters, and as much as I hate to share this with you, what matters to him is not you. But I would find it, whatever it is. And I would take it. And I would leave him knowing I had it, I took it, and he’ll never have it again. This conversation we’re having, the whole of it, is very important, including this. So I must know, is this something you understand?”
“He’s my father, Mars,” I told him.
“He is the man who sired you, Silence, there’s a vast fucking difference. You will not know this until you see how I will love and treasure our children. So now, no matter his ways and wiles in trying to convince you differently, you will simply have to trust me.”
I decided not to say anything further.
Mars didn’t say anything either.
We stared at each other.
It was me again who put a stop to it.
“Now are we done talking?”
“Indeed, we are, my queen, for now, although I will not enter you until you’re protected against conceiving, I will teach you how to pleasure me.”
I felt my eyes grow huge.
His face got close.
It had changed.
His voice had changed.
The feel of the room had changed.
I would not be surprised if the whole world had changed.
This as he whispered to me, “You have much to make up for, mio ardente.”
Oh faith.
I had no other thought or got no word in before he was kissing me.
And with that, I had no other thoughts but my husband’s mouth on mine and how much I liked it.
I was returning his embrace, enthusiastically, when he broke it.
I would have protested this, but I was too shocked to do so when he bent low, put a shoulder in my belly and hefted me up on it.
“Mars!” I exclaimed.
He did not reply to me.
He carried me across the room, saying, “You, the fair one. My wife needs a three-month supply of pennyrium. Go to the village and see to that,” right before he made a turn toward the stairs.
I lifted my head to see Pegeen (and Bernadette…and Olive) standing in the doorway Mars had lounged in earlier, staring at us with wide eyes.
I tried not to smirk.
I had a feeling I failed.
It was when he made the top landing that it came back to me where I was, where I was going and why.
Before I could comment on this, Mars made his own comment.
“It is good you’ll be doing all the work, piccolina, as I have tired myself out, chopping all that wood.”
I did not believe him for a second.
I did not have the opportunity to share that for he bumped me off his shoulder, I landed on my back on our bed, but my husband immediately grabbed my hips and flipped me to my belly.
That belly dipped, I felt my breasts swell in a pleasing manner, and both of these things happened again when I felt him tug sharply at the laces at the back of my gown.
“Mars,” I whispered.
They came loose, and I was flipped again to my back, then my skirts were tossed over my head.
Oh my.
I had a feeling I was going to find that it was rather fabulous to have your skirts tossed by a king.
If that king was your husband.
And that husband was Mars.
I felt his hands at my hips again, sliding up, taking my dress with it.
I lifted my arms, the dress was gone, and I was in nothing but my chemise, my corset and my panties.
Though, with a great sweep of his arm, I lost the panties.
I shivered in delight.
However…
I thought I was going to be pleasing him.
“Mars,” I whispered again, lifting my head from the pillows and watching him press a kiss to the skin under my navel.
His beard tickled but that wasn’t the only reason why I trembled as he slid farther up, and I had his weight when he captured my lips.
I thought no more of pleasing him.
I thought only of kissing him and touching him, and this was what I did.
I heard his boots clunk to the floor as he toed them off, ignored it, and continued to kiss my husband.
I could not ignore his fingers curling into the material of the chemise that covered my breast, nor could I ignore him pulling it down.
Nor did I want to.
I gasped against his lips.
His lips disappeared, and he moved down so they could capture my nipple and draw deep.