Chapter Twelve
It took forever for Viviane to get out of the bed. The morning sickness, which had been assaulting her the past few weeks, did not touch her this morning. Perhaps because last night had been the best sleep she’d had in weeks. She’d opened her eyes to the glaring sun, expecting her belly to lurch. It hadn’t. There’d been a big, warm paw steadying her.
It had confused her at first. Daniel didn’t have paws. He had long, slender fingers. Thinking back on it, she noted how dainty the man’s hands were. She’d never met a man with such soft hands. She’d been enthralled by his gentle touch at first. But by the third time they’d had s*x, she missed the calluses that came from a day’s hard work in the fields.
She’d begged Daniel to take her harder, to be a bit rougher, to give her h
