The Devil's Good Intentions by Kari Miller Page A

personable and witty, everything I could ever want in a wife. I appreciate your modesty, however would prefer your true self. Never be ashamed for enjoying what your husband has to give to you. If you feel a rush of desire and wish to act on it, then it will do nothing but please me to see that you desire me. If you are happy then don’t cheat your happiness by hiding it just to spite me. If you are angry, sad or hurt do not hide that from me either because I will know. I do not want a civilized wife who tip toes around and hides behind proprietary. I see the person you are and that is the person I was so eager to fetch the priest for. By hiding behind your embarrassment and pride, you only chance to cheat yourself. If I want something, I reach out and take it and am not ashamed to make my needs known before, during or after. Never ever lie to yourself because in turn you are lying to me and I will see through your lies. Do I make myself clear?”
    With a blush that made him want to crush her to him, she nodded and then waited.
    “ Good. Now I am eager to hear your thoughts on that.”
    She bit her lip, which was already bruising from previous worryings and he could do nothing less than lean down and kiss her again. First it was a slow kiss but when he felt her lips starting to move against his, he needed to taste her – mark her. With her bound hands, she reached up and caressed his jaw as the kiss intensified. He felt his passions brewing again and cursed himself for it. They did not have the time for this and he needed to finish this discussion before they continued on in their journey.
    He broke free from the kiss and smoothed her hair back. She was breathing quickly and he knew she felt desire as well.
    When she was able to control her breathing, she shifted her position on his lap so that her back was to his chest and she was facing away from him. He knew this was a defensive move. Most people tend to hide their face when faced with the fear of rejection. They either don’t want to see the rejection in the other persons face or don’t want to show their weakness to the rejection. It was a natural defence that he would allow, for now.
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    Katherine had been digesting everything he was saying as he was going along. She mentally cringed at the words obedience and obey, but in actuality what he was asking from her and his explanation as to why, was completely reasonable and within his rights as her husband. Some husbands expected blind obedience and constantly abused their authority, where as Salvador was at least willing to listen to her reasoning and expected her not to be meek and quiet. That was reassuring in of itself. She was married to him now and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it, short of having him murdered, but that was not an option. She needed to make the best of the situation and appreciated his honesty. He was right too. Her constant demons consisted of her pride, modesty and self-preservation which all went hand in hand. She did desire him and if she wasn’t so busy battling her demons, she would have been more than happy to give over to his love making, before he felt the need to tie her to the bed and blind fold her. She should have been outraged that he had done that, but she understood his reasoning behind it and truthfully it gave her the excuse she needed to admit defeat. When she did, they had both exploded into a storm of passion. Knowing that she was helpless to him and he was in full control had enhanced the experience. Part of her felt dirty for enjoying being tied up and at the mercy of her husbands desires, but again that was the demon who he had just finished calling out. He warned her that he would win over her demons every time and she believed him. She was grateful of that because if he just simply accepted her rejections brought on by proprietary, then she would never experience that with which she was quickly growing to love. He forced her to enjoy herself and she