Married to the Invader (MF)

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England, 1067. The Normans have successfully invaded England, and now they're marking out their territory.

That includes marking Dove as their property.

To save their lands from being snatched from them, her parents have sworn fealty to their new landlord, Richard of Gascony. Part of that also includes offering their maiden daughter as Richard's wife.

Dove doesn't want anything to do with the marriage, even if the handsome Norman nobleman makes her feel desires she never knew existed. And the night they marry, Richard shows her how to follow her desires ...

Married to the Invader (MF)
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Married to the Invader (MF)

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"I was forced into this. I won't be forced further."

"Are you sure about that? Because I can see your emotions in your eyes." Richard touched her mouth, rubbing his thumb across Dove's lower lip. "Because I can see your eyes. You want me."

"In your dreams."

Richard's smile widened and he moved closer. His chest brushed against Dove's breasts as he took her hand.

"Trust me, my dreams about you have been far from honourable." He guided Dove's hand, pressing her palm against his crotch. "Feel what you do to make, Dove."

Dove gasped as she felt something long, thick, and very hard. She had never felt that part of a man's body before. Richard let out a sigh as his hand drifted over hers. Dove felt him twitch and throb under her fingers, and she found herself tightening her hold as a response.

Richard hissed. Dove looked up and saw that his eyes had darkened. He was staring at her with such hunger that Dove whimpered. Something warm and fierce tightening in her belly. She had to squeeze my thighs together as the throbbing in her pussy got stronger. Dove could feel her arousal tickling her skin.

This couldn't be right. Richard had barely touched her and yet she was about to fall at his feet.

"Richard ..."


Richard placed a finger on her lips. Dove stared at him as he reached up and eased the band around her head off, pushing the hood that covered her hair back and dropping both to the floor. Then Richard fanned Dove's hair over her shoulders, sliding his fingers through her locks with a sigh.

"I've dreamed about you, Dove." Richard whispered. "And I've wondered if you taste as good as you look. Smell as good as you look."

His erection twitched, and Dove realized she was still holding onto him. But she couldn't bring herself to pull back.

"None of your pretty words are going to make me bow down to you." She whispered.

"I don't expect you to." Richard grabbed her hand and lifted it to his mouth. His eyes never left Dove's as he kissed each of her fingers before kissing her palm. "You want me, you're going to have to come to me. I won't force you into anything."

Dove's mouth dropped open. She had expected him to start stripping her down before throwing her onto the bed. But he was now putting everything into her hands. Did this mean he was giving her a chance to back off?

"You won't."

"No. You're too precious to me."

Richard took her forefinger and sucked it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around Dove's finger. His tongue was rough, dancing over her skin. Before Dove realized what she was doing, she leaned towards him, her free hand pressing against his very solid chest. She could feel the fierce, fast pounding under his tunic, muscles moving under her hand. Then Richard's arm slipped around her waist, hauling Dove against him, and Dove gasped as his arousal pressed into her belly.

Richard groaned, lowering his head to her shoulder.

"You've never experienced pleasure, have you?" He whispered against Dove's neck, pressing a kiss to the soft skin under her ear. Dove whimpered and clutched at his arms as she shuddered. "Never had a man show you what pleasure really is?"

Dove knew she should have pushed him away. But she found herself pressing her hips against his. Richard growled, and then he sucked on her ear lobe. His teeth scraped against her neck, the slight shock of pain making Dove jump.

"God, Dove." Richard cupped her backside, lifting her against his arousal. "You've got more power over me than you realize."

Her skirts restricted Dove's movements, but she wanted to jump into his arms and wrap her legs around Richard's waist. Just a few moments alone with her now husband, and she was a wanton.

And Dove was enjoying it.

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