between
her legs with one hand, the other sliding down into the tight fabric of her corset to rub
against her nipple. Wade’s eyes flared, then he strode powerfully across the room
toward her.
His mouth took hers with all the force of the desire pent up between them. It wasn’t
a kind, gentle kiss. No, this was the kiss of a man long deprived, a man who wanted to
brand his woman for all to see. He reached down beneath her body, cupping the gently
swelling mound of her ass and pulling her up and into his embrace. There could be no
doubting how much he wanted her—the evidence prodding against her stomach was
unmistakable. He pulled his mouth from hers, gasping.
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“I need to be inside you right now,” he said, and she nodded her head against him,
agreeing wholeheartedly.
He pulled back, ripping her pantalets off and pushing up her chemise before
shoving himself into her body with one smooth, hard stroke. She shrieked, her legs
coming up to clutch his waist, pulling him down into her body as far as he could go.
Again and again he pounded into her opening until they both gasped for air, desperate
to complete the act that would make them a married couple. Each stroke brought them
closer—the tension in Catherine’s body pulled as tight as she could bear. Then it drew
tighter still, and she exploded into a thousand pieces. She felt his seed shooting deep
into her womb, heard him grunt as he climaxed, and then he collapsed on top of her,
kissing her and murmuring soft words of love. Finally he rolled to one side, pulling her
into the crook of his arm and nestling her down against his body.
Catherine wanted to say something to him, explain her complex feelings, but she
couldn’t put the words together. She hadn’t wanted this marriage. Yet when she
searched within her heart, she couldn’t be upset with the way things had turned out.
Having her own house would have been nice, but how lonely would her bed have
been? No, that wouldn’t have been nice at all. And the thought of him with another
woman made her vision blacken with dark jealousy. Catherine had to be honest with
herself—she would never have left him alone with Maria out on the ranch. No way. Just
the idea made her want to brand him, mark him as her own. She leaned up, kissed
Wade’s chest and licked her way over to this nipple, drawing the tight little bud into
her mouth. Then she gave him a sharp nip. Wade groaned.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he muttered. She laughed and nodded her head,
licking at the tiny hurt she’d made.
“Yes, I think so,” she replied. “After all, I can’t just let you win. I’ve got to find some
way to show you that just because we’re married doesn’t mean you own me.”
“I’m too scared of you for that,” Wade replied, smirking. “Although I won’t
apologize for letting everyone discover us. I told you I wasn’t going to play fair.”
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She bit his nipple again and he squawked, sitting up suddenly and knocking her
back onto the bed. Rather that retaliate, she sprawled her legs open and took a deep
breath, almost pushing her breasts up and out of the corset. Wade groaned, reaching
out to run a finger along the gentle swell of her mound.
“All right, Cat,” he said. “You win. Just as long as I get to see you like this
whenever I want.”
She smiled up at him.
“So long as you keep your place,” Catherine whispered. “Right here, serving me.
Don’t you dare forget it.”
“I won’t,” Wade replied fervently. “Trust me, I’ve never wanted to serve anyone
more.”
“One more thing. The name is Catherine.”
“ Cat ,” he whispered, tugging her hair. She hit him playfully and he gave a mock
whimper before leaning over and claiming her lips once more.
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About the Author
Joanna Wylde is a freelance writer who worked as both a journalist and a
fundraiser before finding her niche in erotic
her legs with one hand, the other sliding down into the tight fabric of her corset to rub
against her nipple. Wade’s eyes flared, then he strode powerfully across the room
toward her.
His mouth took hers with all the force of the desire pent up between them. It wasn’t
a kind, gentle kiss. No, this was the kiss of a man long deprived, a man who wanted to
brand his woman for all to see. He reached down beneath her body, cupping the gently
swelling mound of her ass and pulling her up and into his embrace. There could be no
doubting how much he wanted her—the evidence prodding against her stomach was
unmistakable. He pulled his mouth from hers, gasping.
76
Catherine’s Awakening
“I need to be inside you right now,” he said, and she nodded her head against him,
agreeing wholeheartedly.
He pulled back, ripping her pantalets off and pushing up her chemise before
shoving himself into her body with one smooth, hard stroke. She shrieked, her legs
coming up to clutch his waist, pulling him down into her body as far as he could go.
Again and again he pounded into her opening until they both gasped for air, desperate
to complete the act that would make them a married couple. Each stroke brought them
closer—the tension in Catherine’s body pulled as tight as she could bear. Then it drew
tighter still, and she exploded into a thousand pieces. She felt his seed shooting deep
into her womb, heard him grunt as he climaxed, and then he collapsed on top of her,
kissing her and murmuring soft words of love. Finally he rolled to one side, pulling her
into the crook of his arm and nestling her down against his body.
Catherine wanted to say something to him, explain her complex feelings, but she
couldn’t put the words together. She hadn’t wanted this marriage. Yet when she
searched within her heart, she couldn’t be upset with the way things had turned out.
Having her own house would have been nice, but how lonely would her bed have
been? No, that wouldn’t have been nice at all. And the thought of him with another
woman made her vision blacken with dark jealousy. Catherine had to be honest with
herself—she would never have left him alone with Maria out on the ranch. No way. Just
the idea made her want to brand him, mark him as her own. She leaned up, kissed
Wade’s chest and licked her way over to this nipple, drawing the tight little bud into
her mouth. Then she gave him a sharp nip. Wade groaned.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he muttered. She laughed and nodded her head,
licking at the tiny hurt she’d made.
“Yes, I think so,” she replied. “After all, I can’t just let you win. I’ve got to find some
way to show you that just because we’re married doesn’t mean you own me.”
“I’m too scared of you for that,” Wade replied, smirking. “Although I won’t
apologize for letting everyone discover us. I told you I wasn’t going to play fair.”
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She bit his nipple again and he squawked, sitting up suddenly and knocking her
back onto the bed. Rather that retaliate, she sprawled her legs open and took a deep
breath, almost pushing her breasts up and out of the corset. Wade groaned, reaching
out to run a finger along the gentle swell of her mound.
“All right, Cat,” he said. “You win. Just as long as I get to see you like this
whenever I want.”
She smiled up at him.
“So long as you keep your place,” Catherine whispered. “Right here, serving me.
Don’t you dare forget it.”
“I won’t,” Wade replied fervently. “Trust me, I’ve never wanted to serve anyone
more.”
“One more thing. The name is Catherine.”
“ Cat ,” he whispered, tugging her hair. She hit him playfully and he gave a mock
whimper before leaning over and claiming her lips once more.
78
About the Author
Joanna Wylde is a freelance writer who worked as both a journalist and a
fundraiser before finding her niche in erotic
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