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Abigail cursed at her stupid, weak body as she tried to look away from Abraham, as they rode along a well-traveled road towards Van Brunt territory. She had worked for a while to pull her eyes from the muscular body of her husband but had failed many times, and he had seen her watching him. The threat of Markum was over, and she continued staring at him as if she found him appealing. Abraham's smile on his lips made her angry and weak at the same time. He started to move back in the group towards her. Panic filled her body as Ember moved closer towards the lagging white stallion. Abigail stared into the blue eyes of her husband as he galloped alongside her.

Her body trembled as if cold and her heartbeat tripled as if she were in a race. She was not sure if she could speak to Abraham and not sound as if he affected her with his presence. She would have to put him on edge and take power back from him that he thought he held over her.

"What do you want?" She tried to sound mean and uninterested in him, but all her words came out sounding breathless. She hated the sound of his chuckle and the conniving look in his eyes as he looked over her trembling body.

"The threat is over why do you continue to stare at me."

Abigail tried to move Ember away from him, but Daredevil just cozied right next to her again and grunted when Ember wanted to bite him. Abraham reached over and lightly stroked her mane, and the charred colored mare calmed down. He heard the gasp come from his wife and chuckled again.

"She likes me."

Abigail pushed his hand away from her horse. "No, she does not."

Abraham smiled at the defiance he saw on her face as she glared at him.

"Why were you staring at me?"

"I was admiring the scenery. You just happened to be riding by at the time."

His annoying chuckle made her sigh with anger. "I thought that you were admiring me."

Abigail chuckled. "You are mistaken."

Abraham reached up and moved the blowing hair from her beautiful face. "Am I,"

Abigail slapped his hand away. "Yes, you are. I would never find you appealing. You are not my type."

"You mean that Barton the coward is your choice of mate."

Her shoulder slammed into his and Abraham chuckled again. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her onto his saddle. He secured her arms to her body and held her tight against his chest. A sound of frustration escaped her lips as she tried to fight his hold. She knew that the others had seen his actions, but they did nothing. They were politely looking away from them.

"Let me go," she kept her voice low so that the others would not hear her. Truthfully, she did not think that she could yell or fight Abraham her body was melting against his. The thoughts of the kiss at her parents' house during her wedding and from this morning had made her strength nonexistent.

"No, I think that you like being close to me."

Abigail chuckled. "You pulled me from my horse; I did not come to you willingly."

"You will be willing to have me, wife."

She hated the sound of the word on his lips. "You think yourself a warrior even with women. I am forced to be with you because of some debt that your father owes to my father."

Abraham stared down into her dark eyes as she smirked up at him. She was breathtaking even speaking ill of their marriage. "As I have said it is a debt that I will gladly pay many times over."

His words made her smirk turn into a frown. "Do you make it point of trying to woo women that don't want you."

He chuckled. "I have never met one that did not want me."

"Are you blind Prince Van Brunt?" Her smirk returned as he chuckled again.

"I am not blind to you my wife."

Abigail's smirk faded. "I have heard such words of beauty and other things before and have never found any of those words to my liking. Perhaps I am just immune to you."

Abraham watched as Abigail's smirk returned to her lips. "You will crave me."

He felt her trembling in his arms as she stared up at him with a look of desire that he knew ran through her body. Her words might say that she felt nothing for him, but her body would always tell the truth.

"I was very pleased with you today. You followed my word without fail."
Abigail lost some of her anger and looked away from him and towards the land ahead of them.

"I don't know anyone out this far, and you do so it was to my benefit to listen to you."

Abraham smiled. "All things that I say to you is for your benefit. Your happiness is my main objective."

Abigail shook her head trying to dislodge his nose as he smelled her dark strands. She heard his chuckling and groaned in annoyance. "It is not. I did not wish to marry you."

"You carry Barton's child, so he says. Most men would not want another man's child, but I see the benefit for you to be with a prince."

"You are a horrible man if you think that I would degrade myself and lie with Barton." Abigail tried to pull away from his left arm, but he held her too firmly on his saddle.

"You will never carry his child, but you will carry many of mine."

"As I have said before, your bastards are none of my concerns." A smile filled her lips when she heard him grunt and then chuckle.

"You are full of venom that I cannot wait to taste wife."

Abigail tried to move away from him feeling his lips on the nape of her neck. He planted small kisses despite her desire to escape him. "I am surprised that you listened to me today, wife. Markum would have challenged me for you had he looked upon your beauty. I do not need to fight two suitors for your hand to prove that you are innocent."

He chuckled when her elbow slammed into his hard abs.

"Why do you question if I would let that coward of a man touch me? Is it that you fear your abilities with a woman?"

Abigail felt his grip tighten on her body and pull her closer to his chest. "Barton is hard to conquer in your mind, but I will try to not think of him while I, as you said spill your blood on my sheets."

He had her attention now. She looked up at him and saw the darkness in his blue eyes. "Tonight my father will not interrupt us because we will be on Van Brunt's land. I will know if Barton has touched you or not."

Abigail wrinkled her brow and prepared to refute his disgusting notion. "I,…"

Her world ceased to exist when his lips slammed onto hers. One hand tangled in her long black hair and held her head still his other arm secured her arms and body to his chest. Abigail's mind was spinning as the weakness took total control of her body. His lips slowly pulled away from hers and moved towards her ear. The wind carried his long blonde hair around her shoulders as he lowered his lips to hers again.

Caroline watched as her sister did not resist what Abraham was doing to her. She was acting as if she liked having this strange man touch her. The jealous redhead looked over at her husband and saw that he was busy speaking with Orion about some issue at home. She thought that he would at least try to kiss her as he had last night, but he did nothing. He seemed more interested in getting home. Perhaps he had a woman there waiting for him. Ichabod looked up from his conversation with Orion to find his wife looking at him. She quickly turned away from him when she noticed him staring at her. A small smile filled Caroline's lips when he trotted over towards her to harass her.

"You wish the same treatment as your sister."

"No,"

Ichabod chuckled. "You should expect it."

Caroline watched him wink at her and trot back over to Orion.

Abigail must have made a sound or something because Abraham slowly pulled his lips from hers and stared down at her desire filled eyes. "Perhaps I shall slowly show you pleasure and perhaps not. You have been a worthy opponent Abigail, but it is time to become mine."

Her eyes slowly opened and he could see the confusion within them. Her body trembled in his arms as he held her tightly.

"You will know more than my kiss tonight, wife."

()

They traveled well into the evening that day. Abraham had placed her back on her horse and stalked her during the rest of the ride. His eyes never left her body as they rode along. His dark look made her feel frightened and strangely needy. She could not escape his stare even when she rode next to his father. Abraham was there not letting her forget what he said about tonight. She felt as if he were chasing her at a slow, menacing pace. She would have to do something to stop his words from becoming truth.

"We will make camp here," Henry said as they crossed into Van Brunt territory. Abigail moved Ember pass the king and towards a group of trees. Caroline followed her seeing the worry on her sister's face.

Caroline watched for trouble as Abigail laid out their blankets for sleep tonight. "I don't think that they will allow this."

Abigail rolled her eyes and continued making their bed. "What trouble could we be in Caroline. We will be free to rest without the threat of our husbands."

Caroline looked back at Abigail. "I know but,"

"Caroline do you want to be weak or help me."

The redhead glared at her sometime enemy. "I am not weak. I was not the one sitting on my husband's horse allowing him to kiss me as if I were one of those loose women."

Abigail faced her sister in law and returned the glare that Caroline had on her face. "I was not allowing him to do anything. He surprised me!"

"You were acting as if you enjoyed it. I am sure that Barton taught you well about such intimate things."

Abigail stood and walked towards her enemy with murder on her mind. "Barton never touched me you….."

Abigail's voice became quiet as Abraham stepped through the bushes and into the sleeping nook. He looked at his wife with that same dark look from the ride here. He had removed his armor. Abraham wore black pants and a black vest that unbuttoned so that she could see the many bulges of muscles on his chest and abdomen.

Ichabod smiled at Caroline as she stared up at him standing before her. "Come we have to make our bed."

Caroline felt him pulling her away from the clearing. She looked back at Abigail as she stared up at Abraham.

The fading sunlight made him look mysterious. Abigail was not sure of what he would do as he stood there looking at her.

"If you would have waited I would have helped you with this."

Abigail tried to walk away, but Abraham blocked her path. She had fear in her eyes, but desire also. His arms surrounded her waist as he looked around their sleeping nook. The river ran to the east, and the tree line was dense enough to muffled sounds. When his gaze turned to his wife, Abigail was speechless and breathless. He had watched her throughout dinner. He meant what he had said about knowing more than his kiss. His father would not delay him. Abraham had his word.

"I will help you out of this." His fingers ran over the soft material of her riding attire.

Abigail looked down at her stomach as he created small circles on the soft material of the white shirt. "I…I can do it."

Abraham laid his hand on her flat stomach. "I am going to help you."

She raised her eyes and stared up into the dark blues of his. He slowly pushed the jacket from her shoulders and laid it on a rock. Abigail did not even help him as she watched and panted as her clothing began to leave her body. When his eyes did look into hers, Abigail closed them afraid of what he would see within them. Abraham slowly removed her shirt. She could hear him cursing at something. His big warm hands immediately touched the material covering her bountiful breasts and ripped it away. Abigail opened her eyes and tried to push his hands away, but Abraham began kissing her. Her attention turned from what his hands were doing and towards his attacking lips. His warm hands slid down to her bottoms and slid them down her body. Abigail squeaked against his mouth and pulled her lips from his. She fought for control of her clothing, but he removed them.

She began to struggle then, and Abraham picked her up and walked over to the neatly placed blankets. He kneeled and laid her on them then covered her semi-naked form with his. Her fighting stopped, and she stared up at him with wonder. His vest fell to the blankets, and then he lowered his lips to hers again, and she again submitted to them. Abraham used this time to remove his bottoms. Abigail forgot what she was fighting about until she felt his hands on her underwear.

She turned her head from his lips. "You… you would do this when I do not want you."

Abraham grabbed her chin and turned her head back towards him. Her long moan escaped her throat the moment his kiss claimed her lips. Her body softened and moved against him as he opened her thighs so that he could fit his body between them.

She heard the sound of material ripping, but she was not concerned. His kiss had made everything else unimportant. She felt fabric move away from her body and then she felt his flesh. What was this appendage that he wanted her body to accommodate without pain or soreness afterward? He would not fit within her body. The size and the hardness of this part of him made her tremble with fear and something else that she wanted to go away. How would this be a very pleasurable experience as her mother had told her?

Abraham pulled his lips from hers when her body immediately stiffened beneath him. Her small hands pushed at his chest as she turned her head away from him.

"You wish to see my flesh then."

"No," Abigail turned her head back towards him and stared up at him.
Abraham slowly pulled back from her body, and she closed her eyes as he sat back on his legs between her full parted thighs. He pulled her towards him and sat her on his thighs. Her gasp made him smile. His flesh lay against her stomach throbbing and desiring to do what it was made to do.

"Do not fear this part of me, wife."

Abigail closed her eyes feeling his right hand move between their bodies. She had no idea that the touch of his fingers against the flesh between her thighs would make her lose all muscle control. He pulled her back up towards his body as he continued to touch her. She only slightly protested when one of his fingers slipped inside of her tight and slick body. Abraham sucked on the skin of her neck and fought the urge to lay her down and squeeze inside of her. He would try his best not to hurt her. Her soft moans filled his ears as he tried to force another finger inside of her. She was so small, and that made him want her even more. He slowly lowered her back to the blankets and his lips moved over hers.

()

Ichabod smiled at Caroline as she walked behind the sheet to undress into her nightwear. He would enjoy taking off her. She was apprehensive about being alone with him. He told her that he wanted to know her better and be close to her. She seemed to know what he was referring too. He would soon find out if she knew what he had planned for her tonight. Ichabod looked over at her saddlebags and saw some papers. He had seen her reading them earlier and wanted to ask her who they were from when he saw her smiling. What was she hiding from him? She talked about Abigail's suitors but none of her own. Was this one of her suitors trying to lure her back? Ichabod's jealousy began to rise, and he walked over to the bags and pulled out the paper.

He started reading the first sentence, and his jealousy began to fade, and confusion took its place. These people were her parents, and they were chastising her for not doing what they wanted her to do. What did they want from her? Ichabod continued reading and found the rest of the letter filled with secrecy and deception.

Caroline closed her eyes and tried her best to control her breathing. She was frightened more than she had ever been. Fighting with Abigail was one thing but giving away a piece of her to her husband was another thing altogether. She pulled back the curtain and walked from behind the shield. Her eyes went to the letter in Ichabod's hands. Anxiety immediately filled her body.

"What is this? What do they want you to do?"

Caroline moved towards him and tried to grab the letter, but he held it away from her. "It is nothing. They mean nothing to me."

"They mean nothing to you, but they are coming to visit you."

"I did not tell them that I was married."

"My father did and what are they planning?"

"Nothing, I don't know they are just mean and spiteful that is all."

Ichabod glared at her for a moment. "They are secretive and deceptive just as you are. What do they want?"

"I don't know Ichabod. You must believe me. I have not spoken to them for such a long time. They are the reason that I was with my Uncle and Aunt. They don't want me around."

"They want you around now that you are married to a prince. I don't believe you, Caroline. You have shown that you have no heart." Ichabod placed the papers back in her bag and grabbed a blanket. Caroline just stared at him with fear and surprise on her face.

"I cannot sleep with you until you tell me what you are doing here."

Caroline was perplexed at his words and the fact that he walked away from her without looking back once.

Author's Notes

I know,

Frostbytefire