eyes followed hers and his mouth twisted into a contemptuous yet sensually promising curve. Your accent, I do not recognize it. Your eyes, they do not look the same. You speak of other men before me. You are He stared at her for a long moment and Christina was helplessly pulled into his deep green eyes. You are bold. I was promised a virgin from the nunnery.
Christina laughed at this, her melodic peals dancing in the gentle night breeze. She couldn t help it. Okay, so something crazy had happened and she had ended up in Scotland. She still thought that there was some chance it was a dream, but she had never been a particularly vivid dreamer. She would much rather live out her fantasies in real life.
Quickly she thought about the life she had left behind. Modern day San Francisco versus an ancient green isle? That was an easy one. She d take the ancient isle any day. Picking up one hot guy after another in bars for a night of carefree sex versus marriage to a Highland warrior? Even easier.
This was all her dreams wrapped up into one incredibly fuckable package. She 8
certainly wouldn t miss working in high schools. Besides, hopefully her fine looking husband would chain her to the bed or something glorious like that and she wouldn t have to worry about making a paycheck to pay rent. All she d have to worry about is when her next orgasm was coming.
Her new husband squeezed her roughly again and she remembered his last question. About how she was supposed to be a virgin from a nunnery. Okay, so she was willing to believe that she was now married to a warrior who put Mel Gibson to shame. But a nunnery? Her? Sex and men had been a part of her life for so long that she could hardly imagine living in a world of women, cloistered together, with thick iron bars to keep the men out.
Her laughter sent her warrior to action. Savagely, he threw her over his shoulder. He growled his menace for all to hear.
I will find this woman a virgin or there will be hell to pay.
Christina s heart beat double time. She didn t know how what had happened to her in the last ten minutes could have possibly happened from San Francisco to foreign land in the blink of an eye was more than anyone could comprehend but she did know one thing.
If her hot new hubby was expecting to break open a virginal barrier with his enormous cock, if he expected screaming and blood when he pounded into her, there was indeed going to be hell to pay.
And Christina had a sinking feeling that she was going to be the one to pay it. Oh, but paying was going to be delicious torture. Yes, indeed.
* * * * *
Heading for San Francisco, present day
Christiania was about to come face to face with God. He had heard her prayer for a gentler man. God was saving her from the terrifying warrior. She had always looked forward to heaven. She was not scared. Glories awaited her that no earthly soul could fathom.
She landed with a thud and opened her eyes to finally see the gates of heaven.
Instead she saw a naked woman, her thighs spread, with a man s head between them, licking and sucking.
Had she been sent to witness an orgy of the gods?
Suddenly Christiania noticed that every inch of her skin was on fire. My god , she thought, I am this wanton woman! With a man lustily drinking from my body.
A tongue was lapping between her legs and she felt good, so good, better than she had ever felt before. Surely it was madness, nothing more than a crazy dream, but Christiania could not fight the pleasurable sensations that washed over her in thick waves.
Liquid was rushing out from between her legs. Perhaps she was dying, after all. Was this inexplicable ecstasy to be her final experience in the moments 9
between life and death?
And then Christiania s mind went blank. A moan fell from her lips as strong hands lifted her hips higher. Something stroked her, but she was no longer coherent enough to say whether it was a tongue or a finger. All she knew was that she wanted more of it, much
Christina laughed at this, her melodic peals dancing in the gentle night breeze. She couldn t help it. Okay, so something crazy had happened and she had ended up in Scotland. She still thought that there was some chance it was a dream, but she had never been a particularly vivid dreamer. She would much rather live out her fantasies in real life.
Quickly she thought about the life she had left behind. Modern day San Francisco versus an ancient green isle? That was an easy one. She d take the ancient isle any day. Picking up one hot guy after another in bars for a night of carefree sex versus marriage to a Highland warrior? Even easier.
This was all her dreams wrapped up into one incredibly fuckable package. She 8
certainly wouldn t miss working in high schools. Besides, hopefully her fine looking husband would chain her to the bed or something glorious like that and she wouldn t have to worry about making a paycheck to pay rent. All she d have to worry about is when her next orgasm was coming.
Her new husband squeezed her roughly again and she remembered his last question. About how she was supposed to be a virgin from a nunnery. Okay, so she was willing to believe that she was now married to a warrior who put Mel Gibson to shame. But a nunnery? Her? Sex and men had been a part of her life for so long that she could hardly imagine living in a world of women, cloistered together, with thick iron bars to keep the men out.
Her laughter sent her warrior to action. Savagely, he threw her over his shoulder. He growled his menace for all to hear.
I will find this woman a virgin or there will be hell to pay.
Christina s heart beat double time. She didn t know how what had happened to her in the last ten minutes could have possibly happened from San Francisco to foreign land in the blink of an eye was more than anyone could comprehend but she did know one thing.
If her hot new hubby was expecting to break open a virginal barrier with his enormous cock, if he expected screaming and blood when he pounded into her, there was indeed going to be hell to pay.
And Christina had a sinking feeling that she was going to be the one to pay it. Oh, but paying was going to be delicious torture. Yes, indeed.
* * * * *
Heading for San Francisco, present day
Christiania was about to come face to face with God. He had heard her prayer for a gentler man. God was saving her from the terrifying warrior. She had always looked forward to heaven. She was not scared. Glories awaited her that no earthly soul could fathom.
She landed with a thud and opened her eyes to finally see the gates of heaven.
Instead she saw a naked woman, her thighs spread, with a man s head between them, licking and sucking.
Had she been sent to witness an orgy of the gods?
Suddenly Christiania noticed that every inch of her skin was on fire. My god , she thought, I am this wanton woman! With a man lustily drinking from my body.
A tongue was lapping between her legs and she felt good, so good, better than she had ever felt before. Surely it was madness, nothing more than a crazy dream, but Christiania could not fight the pleasurable sensations that washed over her in thick waves.
Liquid was rushing out from between her legs. Perhaps she was dying, after all. Was this inexplicable ecstasy to be her final experience in the moments 9
between life and death?
And then Christiania s mind went blank. A moan fell from her lips as strong hands lifted her hips higher. Something stroked her, but she was no longer coherent enough to say whether it was a tongue or a finger. All she knew was that she wanted more of it, much
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