Owning His Bride by Sue Lyndon Page B

sitting on the beach next to Hunter. He had an arm wrapped around her, and the instant the burning orange sun slipped away, he turned her head and stared at her through the darkness.
    “You did a fine job organizing the trailer, Becca. Thank you.”
    She laughed. “Trailer? That thing is huge, and it looks nothing like the trailer homes on Earth.” The stars transpired one by one, and the night came alive around them. Two moons rose high in the sky, glowing bright amidst the stars. Humid air clung to her body, and as the screeching of nocturnal insects and animals swelled in the nearby forest, she instinctively leaned further into his embrace.
    “I’m glad you don’t mind our temporary house, Becca. I suppose it’s not very small, though compared to the house being built it’s not even a cottage. I want our future children to have lots of room to run around inside during the rainy season.”
    She grinned at his mention of a family. He spoke of children often, and she found herself hoping she became pregnant soon. She sensed he would be a patient and loving father, just like her own father. Blinking back moisture at the realization, she said a quick prayer of thanks. Not even two weeks ago at this time, she had been huddled in a corner of her cell thinking she was about to endure another beating from the warden. But then Hunter had walked into her life, rescuing her from a fate worse than death.
    “Come, we’ve had a long day.” He helped her stand and kept her hand clasped in his as they left the beach. A trail of newly installed solar lights illuminated their path up to the house, making her feel like she was walking across a page in a fairytale book. Once they were inside, he locked the door and backed her against the wall.
    The heat of his body brushed against hers and ignited a blazing passion deep in her core. She stood on her tiptoes and met his lips. Kissing a man had never felt so natural, so right. She moaned softly into his mouth as he cupped the back of her head. He drew her closer and she became putty in his arms.
     
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    Hunter carried Becca into their bedroom and laid her atop the covers. Her tightened nipples showed through her dress and her face was flushed. Her lips parted slightly and her chest rose and fell quickly, drawing his attention to her breasts once again. Keeping his gaze trained on her, he removed his shirt and his boots, then crawled atop her and pinned her hands above her head. She struggled in a playful manner and giggled, and he tightened his hold and gave her a censoring look.
    “Keep it up and I’ll tie you to the bed, Becca.”
    “Promises, promises.” She pushed against him and whimpered when he subdued her, lifting her arms higher and forcing her legs apart.
    “Sass me and I’ll spank your naughty bottom.”
    The pretty blush that stained her cheeks gave him an idea. Until now, he had only spanked her for discipline, but his cock throbbed at the thought of giving her a light, sensual spanking before he fucked her. Based on her rapidly flushing cheeks, he suspected she might enjoy such delights.
    He kissed her one last time and released his grip on her. “Turn over on your stomach, Becca.”
    “Why?” She hesitated and bit her lip, and he found her sudden shyness charming.
    “Because I plan to fuck you from behind, after I redden your little bottom, that is.”
    “Have I done something wrong?” She scooted out from underneath him, sitting up to stare at him with worry clouding her expression. She looked adorably repentant even though she hadn’t misbehaved at all recently and had nothing to feel guilty over.
    “No, Becca, you haven’t done anything wrong.” He stroked the side of her face and tucked her hair behind her ears.
    She looked uncertain. “Then why do you plan to punish me?”
    He grinned at her innocence, her sweetness. “I’m not punishing you at all, Becca. You’ve misunderstood. I intend for this to be a fun, good girl spanking that