Rowena Through the Wall: Expanded Edition Read Online Free Page A

never left my face. "You know I would never hurt you."
    I was caving under his gaze. "Is this customary here? I'm not exactly a prude, but isn't this rushing things a bit?"
    "I am thinking of your own protection."
    My cheeks were flaming hot. Protection from what? Other randy males like the one in front of me?
    Time was ticking. What to do?
    This was a dream and I was over twenty-one. I wasn't usually promiscuous―like never ― but I wouldn't have to live with it in the morning, metaphorically speaking, since this was a dream.
    Still, I hesitated, because who wants to bring on a nightmare?
    I glanced a t Ivan and shuddered. Then to both of our surprise, I nodded. "Okay. For my protection."
    Ivan's eyes widened. He took off his hefty leather belt and scabbard. He hesitated a minute. The next thing I knew he was on the bed, pushing me back against the pillow and dragging the sheet away. His eyes lingered on my breasts, as if trying to decide where to start.
    He kissed me quickly, once on the mouth. "I need to tie your hands in case we're interrupted," he said, working quickly. "This is so they know you didn't agree to this. I have a soft cord. See this? I'm going to wrap it around both your wrists like so and tie it lightly to the iron rail at the top of the bed here."
    I watched, spellbound. I had never done anything like this before, never even considered it. But this was a dream, right? A safe place to try all the things you had always wondered about, but never wanted to chance in real life.
    "Are you comfortable, Rowena?"
    I nodded slowly. The rope wasn't tight. I could bend my elbows easily.
    "Forgive my speed. I don't know how long we have." He shot to the foot of the bed. "Rowena, look at me." He pulled up his tunic. "I'll try not to hurt you."
    He spread my legs apart and raised my hips with both hands. He positioned himself and pushed forward slowly. I gasped. It was all I could do. I swear I could feel everything as though it were real and not some crazy sex dream.
    He pulled back a bit and I made a small noise. He began to move. The dream didn't save me from any of the physical sensations. He moved over me, holding his weight on his hands. He picked up the pace.
    Oh. My. God.
    I moved with him as much as I could with my arms held captive. Overwhelmed by a fierce heat, I tried to focus on Ivan's face. It seemed he was gone and a beast with fiery eyes and black body hair was moving over me instead. I struggled to cry out. I'm sure I did. But the beast continued to rage inside me. I felt smothered, captive. There was no escape from his relentless pounding. And God help me, I loved it.
    Ivan shifted slightly and the room burst into streams of light, flying through my mind, lifting me out of the bed and into the night sky. He called out in an ancient language, but I was floating, helpless, as his movements became less frenetic and finally slowed.
    My panting subsided and I opened my eyes.
    Grandfather stood in the doorway.
    "Ivan," he said coldly. "What have you done?"
    Ivan was off me in a flash. He instinctively reached for his sword. It wasn't at his side. It was somewhere on the floor.
    "I've impregnated her." Ivan's voice was wild.
    "I can see that, you idiot." Grandfather's rage was tangible.
    "I was protecting her from Cedric," Ivan said with a shrug. "You know it had to be done."
    Grandfather was furious. He glanced at my tied hands, at my naked upper body. Clenching his hands, he spat, "Cover her, boy! And for God's sake, untie her."
    Ivan obeyed.
    It felt good to have my wrists free, but I dreaded the rage to come. Was there any way we could fast forward through this scene?
    "Is this the way we treat our valued guests?" Grandfather seethed. "Our own blood? We ravish them against their will on the first night they stay with us?" His voice rose to a crescendo.
    "I had to. You know it's best." Ivan stood firm, his face composed.
    "You had no right! It is not up to you. She is my granddaughter and your kin. You