Chapter Forty-Nine #2
He was stung but he did not show it. Patience, he kept telling himself. Be patient and she will come around.
“I love you, Lady Burton,” he said quietly. “I have always loved you, and nothing you can say or do will change that. Is it so hard to accept my love?”
She turned her face away, still struggling against him. “I married you, Marcus, what more do you want?”
“I want you, your heart, your mind, as well as your body,” he said steadily. “Jesus, Dustin, why do you treat me as if I am a leper? You act as if I am a twisted, disfigured troll instead of the man I am. Do I truly repel you?”
She stopped her fighting, looking at him then. “Is that what you think? That you repel me?”
“What am I to think?” he returned softly.
She shook her head slowly. “Marcus, of course you do not repel me. You are the most handsome man I have ever seen.”
“Besides Chris,” he added.
She nodded. “Aye, besides my hus…Chris.” Her face went soft, her struggles ceased for the moment and he relaxed atop her.
“I remember the first time I saw you. You are so striking that I had very unladylike thoughts about you, and I was embarrassed because I had only been married a week. I was guilty for thinking someone gorgeous other than my husband.”
“Is that right?” he smiled faintly. “I remember the first time I saw you, too. Once I got past all of this hair, I realized you were absolutely beautiful. And I wanted you. Even after I learned you were Chris’ wife, I still wanted you.”
“I know,” she said. “You kissed me.”
“I did,” he agreed evenly. “Admit it to me now, Dustin. You liked it. Before the shock set in and you pulled away, you liked it.”
She gazed back into the dark blue depths and offered a little grin. “Perhaps,” she said ambiguously. “But you scared me because you made me feel vulnerable.”
“Why?” he wanted to know.
“Because you were willing and I found you attractive,” she said honestly. “But the more I grew to love Chris, the easier it was to ignore you. I remember thinking that if you had showed up at Lioncross first, you would have been the love of my life.”
His smile faded. “Had I but known, honey, I would have been the first man to come for you, believe me.”
Her hand came up, timidly, and she ran her fingers slowly through his wavy black hair. Lord, he was a handsome devil.
“Why am I so blessed that the two most important warriors in the kingdom both found love with me?” she whispered in awe. “What did I ever do right in the eyes of God to warrant such a reward?”
He shook his head, dipping his head to kiss her softly on the neck. “Do you know that I have never loved anyone, or anything, in my life? Especially not a woman.”
“What about your family? Mother?” she asked, closing her eyes at his soft, warm lips.
He was working his way up her neck. “I left to foster when I was six years old, so I have little attachment to my mother,” he said, his mouth against her skin. “Other than Richard, and my fellow knights, I have loved no one. Mayhap that is why I lose control around you so easily.”
She melted into his touch, his caresses, and soon their clothes were off and their bodies were melding erotically.
Dustin pushed him over on his back, dragging her mouth all over his broad chest, closing her eyes and trying hard not to imagine him to be Christopher.
She straddled him, her buttocks nearly resting on his neck, and fondled his arousal endlessly before plunging her hot mouth onto him.
She could feel him kneading her bum and nipping at her skin.
He had all he could take of her mouth and pulled her underneath him, turning his attentions to her plump breasts and slim torso. She writhed beneath him as his big hands moved about her, telling her wordlessly how glad he was that she was finally his wife.
Dustin had realized something about Marcus’ lovemaking early on; he liked a bit of roughness, and he liked to put her in strange positions.
Not that she minded, for it excited her as well.
He put her knees up and plunged his face into her intimate place, his tongue caressing and lapping and stroking long and hard until she was nearly screaming with need.
When she was dripping wet, he put her legs together and Dustin looked at him with great disappointment.
“What’s wrong?” she panted.
He grinned wolfishly. “Nothing.”
Legs pressed together, he pushed them up so her knees were in her face, exposing the most private part of her to the ceiling.
She could not see his face because her legs were in the way as she was nearly folded in half, but when she opened her mouth to question him further, she felt his huge member pressing against her and he slid easily in his full, hard length.
Gripping her knees to keep her legs aloft, he pumped into her with sensual force and Dustin quickly realized she liked this a great deal.
He thrust and thrust, his grunts of pleasure matching hers. She felt herself building quickly, wanting the explosion that came with the relief, but he suddenly stopped and parted her legs, pushing his body down onto her as she wound her thighs around him.
“Is this the only way Chris made love to you?” he asked breathlessly.
Her eyes were glazed with desire, nearly incoherent. “What do you mean? Did he make love to me atop, as you are? Nay, sometimes I made love to him, riding him like….”
“Nay, that’s not what I meant,” he whispered, running his hand along the crack of her buttocks and coming to rest on her anus. “Did he ever make love to you here?”
“No,” Dustin shook her head, curious but apprehensive at the same time.
He smiled, kissing her chin, her neck. “Then you are a virgin.”
“I am no virgin, Marcus,” she snorted. “I have birthed a child. I have been married before, and….”
He snickered. “You are a virgin, here.” His finger wiggled into her anus ever so slightly and she squirmed, feeling uncomfortable but liking it just the same.
“Do you… do you want to make love to me there?” she asked a bit fearfully.
“Nay, honey, not if it makes you uneasy,” he pulled out the hard length of himself and drove into her again as if to emphasize his point. “I am perfectly happy where I am.”
He thrust into her a couple of times, trying to regain his rhythm, but she stopped him. “If you want to….isn’t it right that a bride should be virgin for her husband?”
He smiled. “What are you saying? That Christopher took your first virginity, so you are offering me your second?”
She giggled. “Will it hurt?”
“Did it hurt to lose it the first time?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Not really. Will I like it?”
“Oh, I think so,” he whispered, thrusting into her again.
Dustin turned herself over to him, trusting him with whatever he wished to do.
He continued to make love to her as he was, drawing out his thrusts and making her so slick and wet she was sprawled beneath him like a wanton wench, begging him for more.
When he was sure her anus was drenched with the moisture from her vagina, he withdrew and slowly inched into the puckered hole.
Dustin’s eyes opened wide as he slowly drove into her, but she did not utter a sound.
In fact, she was so aroused that she felt her climax start before he was even fully imbedded in her and he drove into her three times before spilling his seed.
Gasping and calling his name softly, she wound her arms around his neck and he withdrew from her anus, driving once again into her vagina and feeling the last of their combined convulsions.
Seated to the hilt as his arousal diminished, he was sure nothing on this earth was greater. He had found his happiness, his contentment, in everything.
Dustin lay in his arms, her legs wrapped around him, feeling very naughty but liking it just the same.
How was it that this man made her feel so wicked?
She may not have loved him, but he made her feel daring and womanly.
She fully intended to tell him her feelings, but somehow sleep claimed her before she could speak the words.
Days passed and spring descended fully on Somerhill.
Marcus spent nearly all of his time with Dustin and Christin, taking them into the small town, or down to the river, or off into the countryside for a ride.
He was convinced that if he bombarded Dustin with his presence, that she would put Christopher behind her more quickly and begin to focus on him.
He was positive that they could have a happy life together if she would only give him a chance.
Try as she might not to, Dustin seemed to linger on Christopher constantly, especially when she saw Marcus with Christin.
He was so loving and good with the babe that it made her heart ache to think what Christopher was missing.
Yet she also began to see that he truly loved the both of them, selflessly, and she was moved.
It was growing increasingly more difficult to fight off her growing feelings for Marcus.
He was a kind man, a good husband, a wise father, and an exciting lover and she knew she would be happy with him if she would only let herself.
But she could not seem to let her wall down completely, not even for him.