Innocent Pawn Ch. 10

Time passed with agonising slowness as she mulled over the enormity of their vows, and the consequences on Leonn's life. She was thankful for the distraction when chased toward her carrying the familiar black and gold insignia of Chauboneau.

As they came closer, her heart began to race as the broad shouldered man at their lead. Leonn.

He drew the horse to a halt not far from her and swung down. He strode toward her, his gaze inspecting every inch of her for the slightest injury. Fury sparked in those golden eyes as he tugged the ropes free from her wrists and ankles.

"Are you hurt?" he demanded, almost shaking her where he gripped her firmly by the upper arms. She shook her head, too choked up to speak.

He lifted her up and drew her into his arms. "When I get you home I am going to spank your bottom soundly!" he warned her as he carried her toward his waiting horse, pressing light kisses against the bruises that marred her skin.

"W-why? What did I do?" she gasped in dismay as her arms circled his neck, melting against him. She pressed her face against his neck, breathing in the warm, familiar scent of him.

"You, my love, among other things, deserted me in the middle of the night."

"Oh," she said, squirming against him as she remembered tying him up and the events that followed. Her cheeks pinkened. "That."

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"You are never to leave my sight again, do you understand me?"

Leonn stood in the middle of the room, feet planted wide apart, hands on hips. Bella nodded meekly, knowing full well not to argue with that tone of voice, even though she had no intention of obeying.

His burning amber gaze roved over her, noting the tumbled mane and the swell of her creamy breasts pushed up over the bodice of her fresh gown. Leonn wanted nothing more in that instant than to strip her, throw her down on the bed and ravish her, wiping away all memory of her father.

Bella backed up against the door as he strode intently toward her, like a hunter circling its prey. She gasped and spun about as he made a grab for her, her fingers grappling with the door knob. Large palms imprisoned her waist from behind and dragged her around and up against the solid wall of his chest. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck as he lifted her and carried her determinably toward the bed.

"Leonn..." she gasped as he dumped her on her back on the bed and towered over her, hands on hips. He was unpredictable in this mood, and the thought both frightened and excited her.

"There is a little matter of punishment to be had," he murmured silkily as he gripped the bodice of her gown and yanked. The fine material gave way with a loud rendering noise, and he peeled away the cloth to gaze lingeringly on the taut rosy nipples thrusting impudently against the gauzy shift. She tried to move, and gasped when he planted a firm hand on her belly, pinning her to the bed.

"Don't move, little one," he murmured as he gaze lingered lazily on the shadowed triangle between her thighs.

"L-Leonn," she murmured warily as his hands glided up over her inner thighs caressingly. A gasp escaped her as he gripped her thighs and dragged her toward him until her bottom rested against his thighs at the edge of the bed. She wiggled against him, trying to escape him, and felt herself melt at the feel of his hardness nestled against her secret place.

Bella shivered helplessly as his fingers trailed down her upraised thighs and over her belly, drawing with them the hem of her shift. She felt cool air on her heated flesh, and moistened her lips.

Leonn gazed down at her with heated amber eyes, taking in the sight of her creamy thighs, the sparse thatch of scarlet curls and the gentle swell of her belly.

"You teased and tormented me with glimpses of your breasts as you rode me last night, never allowing me touch or caress them as they jiggled temptingly before me," he murmured hotly as his fingers reached up to tug on the ribbons at her bodice and peel the flimsy material apart, exposing her tiny mounds to his heated gaze. A throb began to beat a tattoo between her quivering thighs at the intensity of those wicked amber eyes.

"Leonn," she whispered, her green eyes wide as a finger gently circled an aching nipple.

"You never even bothered to remove your chemise as you took all of me inside of you, denying me the sight of my shaft being swallowed by your sweet little pussy."

She whimpered as the fingers walked seductively down over the swell of her belly to lightly stroke the valley he spoke of, discovering the dewy heat at her core.

Bella swallowed hard as he kneeled between her thighs, his eyes locked with hers as his warm breath stirred the soft curls.

All thoughts flew from her mind as his warm mouth opened over her, nibbling and sucking on her tender flesh. She moaned as his tongue darted out, swirling in her glistening folds. His hands on her thighs held her wide as his mouth, tongue and nose nuzzled her lush pink flesh, until she was writhing and squirming against him, soft moans escaping her parted lips. She arched beneath him, her fingers sinking into the thick golden waves as she tugged him closer still.

Her whole body stiffened at the incredible sensation of his tongue pushing up inside of her, and she quivered with need, the tension between her thighs almost unbearable. His fingers played with her nub as his tongue coaxed her melting channel into submission until her head rolled side to side, her soft cries filling the chamber.

She moaned in desperation as his mouth left her. "Leonn, please..." she panted.

He moved up over her, and she arched up against him as his mouth closed over a tender rosy nipple, nibbling and sucking as his fingers pinched and plucked at its mate. Her nails raked down over his back, and he caught them, drawing them above her head. She squirmed against the hard, throbbing length of him barely contained by the leather breeches where he rubbed between her thighs. Lost in a sensual daze, it took several moments before she realised he was knotting a scarf securely around her wrists.

"Oh," she cried breathlessly, her eyes widening warily as he gazed down at her with a dangerous smile. He shifted, sitting on the edge of the bed and reached for her. She let out a gasp of dismay as he captured her as she squirmed to escape him, and found herself flipped over onto her belly and dragged across his lap.

"No, you can't..." she gasped, wiggling on his lap, unsure of his wicked intentions.

"Ah, Bella," he murmured as one large palm splayed firmly on her back as he drew up her shift, revealing the quivering curves of her sweet bottom. "You will shortly discover I can and will."

Bella found herself maneuvered helplessly over his thighs, her bare bottom thrust up in the most vulnerable of positions. His hand on her back effortlessly pinned her over his muscular thighs as fingers traced lazy circles over her derriere.

She kicked her legs in protest, but he slapped her softly, the sound shocking her more than the flash of stinging pain radiating over her bottom. His fingers gently kneaded the creamy flesh, drawing out the sting.

"Leonn, please..." she murmured, pink with humiliation, a flutter of excitement low in her belly.

"I do please," he murmured with a chuckle as his fingers stroked along her cleft, exploring the tiny rosebud nestled in their depths. She was a delicious, squirming handful as he teased her bottom. When she least expected it, he brought his palm down firmly, slapping the creamy globes.

"Ow," she cried plaintively, struggling futilely. She was more humiliated than hurt, and more excited than she wanted to let on. She prayed he wouldn't discover the dewy warmth between her thighs, but even as the thought crossed her mind his fingers delved lower.

"Ah, sweet Bella," he murmured as he discovered her glistening folds. His fingers gently stroked the pink valley, the tips of his fingers grazing over her nub in tantalising caresses.

She whimpered as he gently peeled the lush folds apart, exposing her to the cool air. Every nerve ending in her body anticipated his next touch, her thighs falling slightly apart of their own accord.

Her whole body jerked as fingers lightly spanked her mound, and she gasped in outrage. Again and again he smacked her there, and her struggles began in earnest even as her nub pulsed with fiery tingles of pleasure.

She jerked up with a scream as fingers thrust up inside of her wanton core, only to find herself toppling onto the stone floor with its thin layer of bear fur. She struggled awkwardly up onto her elbow as she pushed back her fall of red-gold hair as her outraged eyes gazed up into amused amber ones.

"You dropped me!" she cried petulantly as she struggled gracelessly to her feet, providing him with a delicious eyeful. She stood before him, her wrists bound, sparks flying from her wide green eyes.

He rubbed a hand across his mouth. "That was not my intention."

Her tiny bound fists thumped his shoulder. "You rotten scoundrel." She went to thump him again, only to find her fists captured in his larger one as he used his weight as a lever to tumble her over him as he fell back onto the bed.

His body was hard and muscular beneath hers as she struggled and squirmed heatedly on top of him. Before she released what was happening, he was dragging her chemise over her head. The breath hissed between his teeth in frustration as the straps caught where the scarf bound her wrists, but a determined tug snapped the thin straps, and he tossed it triumphantly on the floor. She was left naked sprawled on top of him, her red mane tumbling around her pink face. Her belly rubbed insistently against the hard bulge straining his breeches as she wiggled on top of him.

He groaned as her knee slipped between his thighs, grinding against him intimately. "Bella," he ground out as his fingers clenched over her bare bottom, holding her still against him. Burning amber eyes gazed up into hers, all humour wiped from his face.

Bella gasped as Leonn tumbled her onto her back and half rose up above her as he reached for the ties of his breeches. "You make me feel like an untried boy without a shred of control," he murmured as his head dipped to kiss her parted lips.

She kissed him back, her fingers clutching the neck of his tunic and dragging him closer. His lips left hers, trailing a path of fire down her throat to capture a taut nipple.

"Untie me," she moaned breathlessly, wanting to touch him as he was caressing her.

"No," he declared, smiling wickedly. Her eyes widened as she felt him then, probing insistently against her dewy folds.

She squirmed half-heartedly away, pushing against his shoulder. Her let her, and she rolled from beneath him. She scrambled over the bed on hands and knees, unaware of the effect the sight of her pink bottom had on him. Firm hands seized her hips, dragging her backwards so that she fell on her elbows, and again she felt the demanding head of him nudging against her.

"Leonn," she gasped in shock at the strangeness of the position, but it was too late. His fingers dug into her hips as the head of his shaft forced her lips apart as he surged forward forcefully.

She cried out as he began to take her with long, deep strokes, his hands holding her prisoner as his weight bore her to the mattress. She trembled and shuddered beneath him, her back arching as his hard shaft surged against an incredibly sensitive pad of flesh deep inside of her, over and over. He bucked inside of her, working himself furiously in her tight pussy. Quivers raced through her as he drove her toward her peak.

She cried out when left her, her fingers searching blindly for him. "Leonn," she gasped demandingly. She felt his breath tickle her ear as he chuckled groaningly, capturing her hands. "Not yet, little one. First tell me that your place is here, in my bed."

He rolled her over onto her back, sliding his thigh between hers as he dragged her wrists above her head. She whimpered as his mouth hovered teasingly over hers.

"Tell me," he murmured, his dark amber eyes locked intently with hers, all humour fled from his features. She felt a moment of relief when he began to untie her wrists, which quickly turned to a cry of outrage as she realised he had merely secured the scarf to the head of the bed. He levered himself up on his elbows as he gazed down at her. "Tell me that you won't ever sneak off to that other chamber again."

"Oh," she breathed as she realised her predicament, licking her lips. Some imp of mischief made her shimmy teasingly against the hard, throbbing length of him where he pressed against her belly, earning a low growl and a quick slap on the thigh in response.

"Perhaps..." she began hesitantly, lashes lowered. Her lashes flew open as she felt his fingers delving in her dewy heat. She whimpered as his finger slid up inside of her, caressing her.

"You were saying?" he queried softly when several moments passed.

Bella swallowed hard as she gazed up into seductive amber eyes. "Perhaps ... perhaps I need ... convincing."

His brows flew up, before his eyes narrowed to amber slits. "You're playing a dangerous game, little one," he muttered, before his mouth slanted hotly over hers.

His mouth muffled her cry as he teased her dewy folds, massaging her until she was bucking wildly against his hand. He gave her no mercy as he brought her to the edge several times, always drawing back before she spiraled into ecstasy.

She moaned as his fingers worked inside of her, stretching her deliciously, and she clenched down on his fingers in protest, trying to capture them as he tugged them from her, her whole body arching as she hovered perilously close to the edge.

He shifted against her, guiding his hardness to lodge firmly against her gate. He pressed against her softness, the head of his shaft spearing her slick heat and forcing the tight walls to part against the slow invasion. He felt her muscles tense along the backs of her thighs as he slid up deep inside of her, groaning as he felt her ripple and shudder around him as she came beneath him.

He groaned as he began to thrust slowly inside of her, gazing down into her wide eyes dark with desire. Soon he felt her breathing quicken as he slowly worked himself up deep inside her tight walls, drawing out the exquisiteness of feeling her clenched around him. Soft gasping cries escaped her as he rocked with barely restrained control inside of her, watching her expressive face as he took her, driving her into a frenzy of need.

"Please..." she cried as he dragged her legs over his shoulders. She shuddered around him, clenching down hard, and with a groan he forced himself hard and deep into her clutching pussy.

She whimpered beneath him as he rode her hard, his cock pounding deep inside of her as he sought to possess her, brand her. He worked himself furiously in her pussy, his breathing harsh, his muscles straining, lost to everything but the feel of her closing around him as he slid his cock deep up deep inside of her.

He felt a fire start low in his belly, building almost unbearably until he erupted deep inside of her, spurting hotly into her womb. She gasped, her sheath clenching and unclenching around him as a second climax tore though her as he thrust jerkily inside of her.

He slumped against her, damp with perspiration. She completed him, was his other half. He loved her more than life itself, and he would do anything to keep a hold of her.

After a while he gently untied her wrists and tugged her against him as he wrapped his arms around her. His chin rested against her hair and he breathed in the scent of her, never wanting to let her go. After a while, he eased back slightly to gaze down at her.

"I don't think I could go on if something happened to you, little one," he said seriously.

Bella swallowed hard as she gazed up at him, tears blurring her soft green eyes. His love for her burned clearly in those fascinating amber eyes.

"As much as it would haunt me, there would always be the chance that we could have another baby," he murmured as brushed his lips over her forehead. "But there is only one of you."

Isabella clung to him, ashamed that it had been her foolish pride that had prevented them from marrying. She realised that it wasn't guilt over kidnapping her or for making her pregnant that he felt for as he gazed down at her tenderly.

"I love you," she told him. "I would like nothing more than to be your wife." And there is nothing I wouldn't do to protect you from my father, she promised silently.

One eyebrow quirked. "Are you asking me to marry you again, Bella? Properly this time?"

She pinkened as a glorious smile lit up her face. "And if I was?"

"Then perhaps I need convincing," he replied as his mouth covered hers.

"Scoundrel!" she cried, laughing chokily as she kissed him back.