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corded with long, sinewy muscles, yet his midsection was paunchy, showing the effects of the recent years' indulgence in food and liquor. The thickness looked strangely indecent on such a spare frame. The dim uneven candlelight seemed to bounce off the harsh contours of his face, accenting every line and sag. When he climbed onto the bed and bent over her, the loose skin of his belly seemed to hang suspended.
           Carrie shivered anew. He's really old, her mind registered in shock! Disguised in expensively tailored clothes, his body was quite presentable, but now every harsh year of frontier life seemed etched on his flesh.  
           Noah looked down at her pale, frozen face. Ignoring her innocent state of nerves, he drank in her youthful beauty. Slowly he ran a calloused hand from her shoulder to her slim flank, relishing the swell of breast and narrowing of waist. He could see through the sheer white cotton garment. Her skin was milky with pink nipples and bright red fur at the junction of her legs. His breath caught, then accelerated. This was going to be good, better than he had imagined even. Dimly he heard Carrie speak through his thickening haze of lust.
           “I—I don't know what to do, Noah.” Her eyes were wide and so dark green they looked liquid black, like the river at night.
           “I should hope you don't! That's to be expected. I'm the one who'll do what needs to be done. All you have to do is lay back and let me...” He let out a soft hiss of pleasure as he pulled up the hem of her gown and caressed a long, elegant leg.
           “Take that gown off.” It was said rapidly in a flat, commanding voice, hoarse with a desire Carrie could neither understand nor reciprocate.
           Blushing in humiliation and feeling like a filly on the auction block, she knelt awkwardly and pulled the night rail off, tossing it quickly on the floor, then sat huddled in the center of the bed while he looked at her. She could not meet his icy-blue gaze, but she could remember those eyes and feel them sear her flesh, like branding a calf on a roundup. Bits of their dinner conversation about the ranch came back to her idiotically now. I'm your wife, not one of your cows , she wanted to cry out. But she did nothing, choking in silence, awaiting his next move.
           He stared at the proud uptilted young breasts, the breathtaking curve of her slim spine covered by the blazing tangle of hair hanging down her back. He took a fistful of curls, raising her to her knees. Then he moved nearer as he drew her into an embrace.
           The contact of their bodies was shocking to Carrie. He felt strangely cool against her flesh, and his sinewy frame scratched and tickled her soft skin. He toppled them both abruptly back onto the length of the bed, crushing the air from her lungs when his long, heavy body rolled on top of her. She could feel the pressure of his paunch against her ribs and something else below, hard and probing.  
           Carrie closed her eyes and struggled to remain calm, to catch her breath as he thrashed about. His hands and mouth pillaged everywhere, rapidly, roughly. Then he quickly reached between her legs and she flinched. Some instinctive subliminal intuition told her what would happen next as he pushed her legs apart and guided himself to enter her. At first it was only a humiliating pressure, then suddenly, as he broke through her maidenhead, pain blossomed deep inside her body.
           Noah was aware of the sharp gasp from her and felt the tearing. Good, she was as pure as she seemed! He gloated while he plunged in again and again, losing himself in swift, intense pleasure.
           It was over quickly, at least there was that. When he groaned and rolled away from her to lie panting on his back, spread-eagled across the bed, Carrie tried to cover herself with the tangled sheets. He seemed oblivious of her now. She laid very still, willing