Joanna Davis - Knights In Shining Armor by Haven; Taken By The Soldier Page A

head in the throws of passion. He smiled grimly. He hadn't had her in nearly a week. It would be a long night, that much was certain. His loins tightened at the thought of all the ways he would take his pleasure of her.
                  And she could not do a thing to gainsay him.
                  He poured her a goblet of wine and refreshed his own. When the servants came bearing trenchers, he waved them away with hers and slid his sideways.
                  "My love and I will share."
                  She gritted her teeth and hissed at him.
                  "I'm not your love."
                  "So say you."
                  "I'm not hungry."
                  "Ah, but you will eat. Would you break our bargain so soon?"
                  He cut a piece of venison and dipped it lightly into the gravy. Then he smiled brightly and held the bite to her lips.
                  "Let me feed you sweeting. You must keep up your strength."
                  She looked at him at last. Anger battled with unshed tears were in her glorious green eyes. She opened her mouth willfully, like a recalcitrant child. He smiled tenderly at her and fed her the bite before cutting her another.
                  "That's it. You'll become used to doing as I say Emeline. I won't harm you. Surely you know that by now."
                  A strangled sound came from her throat as stared at him with a cold look on her face. Cold and haughty. Like the brat he'd always imagined her to be.
                  But he'd been wrong. She wasn't a brat. She never had been. But she was behaving badly. It was time to put her in her place. He held another bite to her lips.
                  "Open up. After all, you have a long night ahead of you. I have great need of you after so long."
                  Her mouth gaped open in surprise. He wasn't whispering. He knew everyone could hear him. Good. He slipped the bite into her mouth and she chewed it slowly.
                  He leaned forward to wipe her mouth and whisper in her ear.
                  "A long night fulfilling your duties to me…"
                 
     
     
     
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                  Emeline stood in his chamber with her arms wrapped tightly around her midriff. He hadn't even waited for the meal to end, dragging her out of the hall in front of everyone. But he hadn't pounced on her as she had feared.
                  As she had wanted him to do.
                  She frowned. She could not deny that she had missed his touch. He made her feel so many things… that's what she feared the most. Perhaps if she could keep her body from responding to him he would lose interest in this twisted game of his.
                  He stood by the fireplace. He appeared to be searching for words. That was unlike the oaf! Normally he was self assured to a fault.
                  "Emeline. I have written to the King."
                  She shrugged rudely.
                  "I care not."
                  He looked like he wanted to throttle her. Good. She didn't want him to enjoy himself any more than he already was.
                  "I have asked him to postpone my wedding."
                  She looked out the window. She could see far from this height. Even in darkness, the world was covered in white. No hope for escape then. Not yet.
                  He was behind her suddenly, his hands sliding up and down her arms. He turned her to face him.
                  "Indefinitely."
                  She felt a crack in her resolve to ignore him. He had asked the King that- because of her?
                  Of course it's because of you. He loves you, you