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her back to lift her towards him as this hard – hard
thing
– jabbed and poked at her softness. Instinctively she shrivelled away from him trying to shrink into the soft feather mattress. But he would not let her. She was held against him by one of his arms while his other hand descended to her private area to push aside her flesh and guide himself into her. It wouldn’t go in. Why wouldn’t it go in? She had seen animals do this in the fields and it should be easy. Something must be wrong. She tensed against him hoping he would stop. But he did not. He pressed her body against his and rammed into her until she yelped with pain and he was inside her.
    He had really hurt her and she suppressed a cry in her throat. He was such a heavy weight on top of her and this – this hard thing inside her was rough and large. The hurting continued. Surely this is not how it is meant to be? She stared wild-eyed at the darkness. It felt as though he was tearing her flesh apart as he pushed and shoved at her. His rutting became more frantic, increasing her soreness. He began to grunt like a pig until he let out a strangled groan and arched away, putting a strain on her back as he did. She yelped again and realised that this was far too painful to continue. She must insist that he stop. But she did not need to. He let her go and flopped forward smothering her face with his sweaty hairy chest.
    He was still inside her and she felt a pulsing sensation. The hardness melted away but her flesh was stinging. He lay motionless on top of her for quite a few minutes before she heard a snore, and then another as he drifted into sleep.She was trapped beneath his heavy body, hardly able to breath with a hurting back and a sore private area that she wanted to wash and dress with salve.
    As she considered what she should do next she understood why Mrs Barden had not been willing to talk of this particular wifely duty. It was surely the most dreadful part of marriage and there was no wonder she wished to ignore it. Dear Lord, if any woman knew beforehand what she would have to endure she would never willingly agree to any marriage! Although this bed was large and soft, Beth thought fondly of her narrow mattress in the small chamber overlooking the farmyard and wondered anxiously how often Edgar would be at home, meaning she must do this.
    He snorted loudly and shifted so she tried to move from under him but he was too heavy. When finally her face was free she wiped the sweat off her face, closed her eyes and, exhausted, fell asleep herself. The next thing she was aware of was his knee between hers and his weight bearing down on her again. Bleary-eyed and hardly aware of what was happening, she made an attempt to push him off and roll away, protesting, ‘Not again, Edgar. Please allow me to sleep.’
    He grasped her shoulder painfully and said, ‘Stay where you are, girl.’
    Angered by his rudeness she breathed hoarsely, ‘Do not address me in that manner. I am your wife.’
    ‘Then behave like one,’ he answered, shoving both his knees between her legs and pushing them apart.
    His hardness was obvious to her and she groaned. He was a big man and already she ached and was sore from his attentions. He invaded her roughly, not caring that she was in pain and whimpering. She bit back her cries, aware that her duty as his wife was to satisfy his needs in this respect.But there was need and there was greed, she thought as she turned her face away from him and stared wide-eyed past his shoulder to the dark wood panelling of the walls. He seemed in such a hurry that she thought it would be over quickly but he rutted and sweated for what seemed like an age until she grew hot underneath him. How much longer must she endure this suffering, she begged silently?
    However she did not know whether to be thankful or horrified when the bedchamber door opened suddenly. Beth’s eyes swivelled towards it. Surely a servant would knock first? But it was not a servant.