Melissa and Roman must learn to love each other after Melissa was bought by the mysterious cruel pirate to marry from her father she has also had very rough life...
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Roman came up behind Melissa and undid the bun in her hair allowing her blonde silk strands fall to her waist in waves.
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He smelled the scent of her hair as he wrapped it around his fist pressing his hard body up against her back.Melissa had no response to his closeness.
"You see," he said wrapping his arms around her small waist holding her tight against his body as his hands wondered up to her breasts.
He cupped them and whispered into her ear, "you're mine now. You're my wife. You will let me have you when I want you and however I please. You will not fight me." He squeezed her breasts through the fabric of her dress.
"If you fight me, I'll tie you up and fuck you the way you need to be fucked. Are we clear, Melissa?" He asked with his lips on her neck and his hands kneading at her breasts.
She didn't answer him.
"Are we clear?"
"Yes," she said softly as her body betrayed her.
As much as she didn't want it her body responded to his so perfectly. It always had and it always did.
"Good," he said softly as he kissed her neck softly, nuzzling into the nape of her neck, his hands working her breasts.
She let out a soft moan making him smile.
"Now," he said.
"Let us consummate the marriage shall we?" He asked in a raspy voice as he moved her long hair out of the way as he unbuttoned the back of her dress.
He allowed the dress to fall to her feet leaving her in her corset and he helped her out of her corset and stripped her bare. He ran his hands over her velvet soft olive skin.
"Such beautiful skin," he said as his hands explored her body.
He saw the scars on her back as he explored.
He chose not to question them, not now maybe never. It was a shame to him that her perfect velvet skin had been tainted with scars, her back, her arms and even the backs of her legs had scars.
