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Pleasurable shivers coursed through her, and the war-torn world soon ceased to exist.
“Come, Betsy. It’s time.”
Chapter 9
Carnal thoughts floodedMerokk’s mind as he locked the bedroom door behind him. Betsy Carson, the quiet, lovely First Daughter, was all his to do with as he pleased. Legally, she now belonged to him.
Tonight was about breaking her in, consummating one of the most important marriages in the Kall-Earth treaty and hopefully closing the rift between them.
They’d both spoken unkind words to one another the previous night, and while they had reconciled, mostly, Merokk hoped the act of joining their bodies as one would strengthen their connection.
Betsy waited in the center of the room, still wearing her simple but elegant white wedding gown. Her gaze rested upon the large bed against the farthest wall, and he wished he could tap into her thoughts. Was she as nervous as she looked?
“Remove your dress.”
Hands trembling, she complied by reaching around to unzip her gown. It fell to the floor in a whirl of silk, pooling around her feet like a soft, billowing cloud.
She faced him wearing only tight, lacy white underthings.
Holy Fires, she was breathtaking.
His eyes swept longingly over her small but curvy body, and his cock sprang to life, throbbing hard inside his pants. Resisting the urge to rub his hand down his front, he approached Betsy with slow steps. She stared at him with wide eyes.
The air in the room felt heavy, charged with tension.
It took a great deal of self-control for Merokk to keep from throwing her on the bed and ripping her final garments off so he could plunge his ready cock between the sweet folds he’d touched last night. It was in his rights to do so, but a voice in the back of his mind whispered that he wanted all of her, not simply to spend himself inside her without care for her pleasure, and, to his astonishment, her heart.
He faced her and ran his hands down the soft flesh of her hips, stifling a groan as he did so. She trembled at his touch and her breath caught in her throat, a sexy noise that made him want to hold her down and ravage her. He inhaled deeply, seeking to stifle the beast within. Butfluxx, it wasn’t easy. Not when she tempted him so.
“You pleased me today, Betsy.”
Her eyes lit up, but she didn’t speak.
Merokk helped her step out of the wedding dress and motioned for her to remove her painful-looking heels. The lacy underthings came next, and he pushed them down past her thighs and over her shapely legs—and toenails painted red.Fluxxyes.
He anticipated running his tongue up and down the insides of her thighs, teasing the little button between her pink folds, and driving her over the precipice of desire.
Tossing her panties and bra to the floor, he reached between her legs and traced her pussy lips with one finger. Her growing moisture caressed his digit, and she leaned against his chest, her delicate moans filling his head.
She was ready for him, and he’d barely touched her.
Such a perfect, eager little bride.
He withdrew his hand and turned her toward the large bed.
The dim light from the nearby wall lamps bathed her flawless naked body in orange as he guided her down atop the covers. Still wearing his formal Kall warrior’s uniform, Merokk straddled her on the bed and pulled her arms above her head, grasping a wrist in each hand to pin her down. She gasped and then made a tiny whimpering noise in her throat.
He lowered his head until their noses almost touched and donned a stern expression.
“Your body belongs to me, Betsy. You already know better than to touch yourself. But it’s more than that. You must also obey me in the bedroom. I’m a fair Kall. I might push your limits, but I’ll never hurt you. Not truly. I want you to learn to trust me, and part of learning to trust involves taking risks. Do you think you can try your best to please me, little one?”
“Will you-you spank me if I-I make a mistake?”
He drew back a bit and studied her worried face. “If you aren’t paying attention, or if you willfully disobey, then yes, I’ll punish you.” He paused before adding, “And sometimes I’ll spank you for my enjoyment—and I hope yours, Betsy. I must admit I enjoy reddening your bottom, and I was greatly pleased by how wet you became when I took you over my knee last night.”
Her eyes widened. “I didn’t become—” She ceased talking and flushed a deep shade of pink, no doubt recalling everything that had transpired between them after he’d spanked her and then discovered the glistening arousal between her thighs. Her gaze lowered to his chest and she exhaled a shuddering breath.
“Yes, youdid.” He gave a brief growl. “Are you forgetting, Betsy? I stroked you and tasted you, and when you came apart as I suckled on your clit, you did so with a freshly spanked bottom.”
