“WHAT ARE YOU doing here?” his wife

“WHAT ARE YOU doing here?” his wife demanded, as if his presence needed explanation.
“’Tis my chamber!” he growled. His knee throbbed as if a cannonball had ripped through it, but worse than that, something had struck his face, and even now, he felt the sticky ooze of blood coming from his nose. “God, woman, had I known you set a trap, I’d have brought a light.”
He’d been in the hall with Robert and Tavish, reminiscing about the past and strategizing about the future, until at last he’d had his fill of wine and his brother’s stories. So he had bid the men good evening, and for the first time in four nights, he sought his own chamber. He’d been sleeping in Robert’s lately, hoping his absence might stir some tender feelings within his wife. But Robert was home now, and Myles had decided enough was enough. She was his wife, and whether she found joy in that or not, he’d be sleeping next to her from this day forth.
All through dinner, he’d hoped to soften her with his attention. And still she would not make the invitation. Now he found himself upon the rug, clenching his teeth against the throbbing in his knee and holding a hand to stem the flood from his nostrils.
“Had I known you were coming, I’d have set the chair to rights,” she said.
Christ, the girl had the nerve to sound indignant. ’Twas such a gift she had, making every sentence smack of accusation.
“Could you light a candle, please?” He strove to keep his voice mellow, and failed.
Nonetheless, he heard her leave the bed, and soon a flint sparked. The meager light of one lone candle, added to the dim fire, created shadows about the chamber.
“Are you hurt?” she had the decency to inquire. “’Twas an awful clatter.”
“I am fine.”
Fiona came closer then, the flickering light casting an otherworldly glow upon her translucent skin. She’d left her hair unbound and was wearing a white linen nightdress. A modest garment, yet one that set his blood to pounding. The throb moved from his kneecap to his groin.
She leaned closer and gasped. “Good heavens, Myles, you’re bleeding.” She set the candle upon the table and quickly lit a few more. She threw a log onto the fire. Then she disappeared into the garderobe for a moment before returning with some cloth.
“Here, sit in the chair. Let me see.”
He let her pull him up and to the seat. “’Tis my nose. I must’ve struck it on the chair’s leg.”
She moved the candles closer and poured water from a pitcher into a basin, dipping in the cloth. “Tip your head back. Move your hand.”
“You’re a bossy wench.”
“You’re a bleeding sot. Now, move your hand, I said.”
He let her minister to him, surprised at the gentleness of her touch compared to the harsh tone of her words. He’d not complain at that, though, for when she bent over, he could see her breasts bobbing free inside the white linen. He swallowed again and wished the candlelight were brighter and her neckline more willing. If he reached up just now, he could fill his palms with her flesh. The thought shot straight to his bollocks. Even so, his hands were spotted with his blood, and so he kept them in his lap, out of trouble and covering the evidence of his burgeoning arousal.
“Do you think it’s broken?” she asked.
Thinking only of his cock, he uttered, “What?”
“Your nose. Do you think you’ve broken it?”
“Oh. I doubt it, though it hurts like the devil.” He pressed his index fingers to the bridge, wiggling it.
Fiona dipped the cloth into the basin once more, then wrung it out. She pressed it to his nostrils. “Here, hold this against your nose.”
He did as she’d instructed and tried to hide his surprise when she took his other hand and began to wipe it with a second damp cloth. He could have just as easily dipped it into the basin, but he didn’t say so. ’Twas far too pleasant having her tend to him.
She did one hand and then the other, her brows pinched together in concentration as she stroked his palms, letting the moisture of the cloth clean away the crimson stains. She seemed more thorough than necessary, but still he held his tongue.
Then she wiped each finger from base to tip, slow and sure, and he thought he might die from the motion of it, as if he had ten little cocks each straining beneath the warm friction of her hands and the wetness of the cloth. She teased him without knowing. Christ, how he wanted her.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

"Apa yang Anda lakukan di sini?" menuntut istrinya, seolah-olah kehadirannya perlu penjelasan."'Tis chamber saya!" Dia berkata sambil menggeram. Lutut throbbed seolah-olah sebuah peluru meriam telah robek melalui itu, tapi lebih buruk dari itu, sesuatu telah menyerang wajahnya, dan bahkan sekarang, ia merasa cairan lengket darah datang dari hidungnya. "Tuhan, wanita, saya tahu Anda menetapkan perangkap, saya akan membawa cahaya."Dia telah di aula dengan Robert dan Tavish, mengenang masa lalu dan strategi tentang masa depan, sampai akhirnya ia memiliki nya mengisi anggur dan saudaranya cerita. Jadi ia memiliki tawaran orang Selamat malam, dan untuk pertama kalinya dalam empat malam, ia mencari ruang sendiri. Ia telah tidur di Robert akhir-akhir ini, berharap ketidakhadirannya mungkin aduk perasaan lembut dalam istrinya. Tapi Robert pulang sekarang, dan Myles telah memutuskan cukup sudah cukup. Ia adalah istrinya, dan apakah dia menemukan kebahagiaan dalam hal itu atau tidak, dia akan tidur di sampingnya dari hari ini keluar.Seluruh makan malam, ia berharap untuk melunakkan padanya dengan perhatian. Dan masih dia tidak akan membuat undangan. Sekarang dia mendapati dirinya atas karpet, mengepalkan gigi terhadap berdenyut-denyut di lutut dan memegang tangan untuk membendung banjir dari hidung-Nya."Saya tahu Anda akan datang, aku akan telah menetapkan kursi hak-hak," katanya.Kristus, gadis memiliki keberanian untuk suara marah. ' Sungguh seperti hadiah yang dia punya, membuat setiap kalimat memukul dari tuduhan."Bisa Anda menyalakan lilin, harap?" Dia berjuang untuk menjaga suaranya mellow, dan gagal.Meskipun demikian, ia mendengar dia meninggalkan tempat tidur, dan segera memicu flint. Cahaya sedikit satu lilin lone, dimasukkan ke dalam api yang redup, menciptakan bayangan tentang ruang."Apakah Anda sakit?" dia memiliki kesopanan untuk bertanya. "' Sungguh berisik mengerikan.""Aku baik-baik saja."Fiona datang lebih dekat kemudian, cahaya berkedip casting cahaya dunia lain berdasarkan kulitnya tembus. Dia telah meninggalkan rambutnya tdk dijilid dan mengenakan baju tidur linen putih. Pakaian sederhana, namun salah satu yang menetapkan darahnya untuk berdebar-debar. Denyut pindah dari tempurung nya ke selangkangannya.Dia mendekat dan terkesiap. "Ya Tuhan, Myles, Anda sedang pendarahan." Dia mengatur lilin berdasarkan tabel dan cepat menyalakan beberapa lagi. Dia melemparkan log ke dalam api. Kemudian ia menghilang ke garderobe untuk sejenak sebelum kembali dengan beberapa kain."Di sini, duduk di kursi. Biarkan aku lihat."Hendaklah ia menarik dirinya dan untuk kursi. "'Tis hidung saya. Aku harus menyerang itu di kursi kaki."Dia mendekati lilin dan menuangkan air dari kendi ke baskom, mencelupkan di kain. "Ujung kepala kembali. Bergerak tanganmu.""Kau Dara bossy.""Kau sot pendarahan. Sekarang, bergerak tangan Anda, saya katakan."Ia membiarkan dia Menteri kepadanya, terkejut dengan kelembutan sentuhan nya dibandingkan dengan nada keras kata-katanya. Dia tidak akan mengeluh pada saat itu, meskipun, untuk Kapan ia membungkuk, ia bisa melihat payudaranya angguk gratis dalam lenan putih. Dia menelan lagi dan berharap lilin lebih cerah dan lebih bersedia leher Nya. Jika ia mencapai sampai sekarang, ia bisa mengisi palms nya dengan dagingnya. Pikiran ditembak langsung ke nya omong kosong. Meskipun demikian, tangannya yang terlihat dengan darah-Nya, dan jadi dia memeliharanya di pangkuannya, masalah dan mencakup bukti gairah Nya berkembang."Apakah Anda pikir itu rusak?" Dia bertanya.Hanya memikirkan kemaluannya, dia mengucapkan, "Apa?""Hidung Anda. Apakah Anda pikir Anda telah melanggar itu?""Oh. Aku ragu itu, meskipun itu menyakitkan seperti setan." Ia menekan jarinya indeks Bridge, bergoyang itu.Fiona kain dicelupkan ke dalam cekungan sekali lagi, maka wrung itu. Dia ditekan untuk hidungnya. "Di sini, memegang ini terhadap hidung Anda."Ia lakukan karena ia diperintahkan dan mencoba untuk menyembunyikan kejutan ketika dia mengambil tangannya lain dan mulai mengusapnya dengan kain lembab kedua. Dia bisa memiliki dengan mudah mencelupkan ke baskom, tapi dia tidak mengatakan begitu. ' Sungguh terlalu menyenangkan memiliki-nya cenderung kepadanya.Dia melakukan satu sisi dan kemudian yang lain, alis nya mencubit bersama-sama dalam konsentrasi seperti dia membelai nya palms, membiarkan kelembaban kain bersih dari noda merah. Dia tampak lebih menyeluruh dari yang diperlukan, tetapi masih dipegangnya lidahnya.Kemudian dia menyeka setiap jari dari dasar ke ujung, lambat dan yakin, dan dia pikir dia akan mati dari gerakan itu, seolah-olah ia sedikit sepuluh ayam setiap melelahkan di bawah gesekan hangat tangannya dan basah kain. Dia menggoda dia tanpa mengetahui. Kristus, bagaimana ia menginginkannya.