Ravish Her Completely (6 page)

Looking at Stian again, she watched in awe as he took out each man that came forward. They were relentless as they shouted things at him, tried to take him out with their weapons, but Stian was taking them out as if they were flies. She noticed he didn’t outright kill them, which she wouldn’t have faulted him for if he had, since clearly these people were insane. He knocked them out, stabbed them in the shoulder or leg, incapacitating them so they were no longer a threat.

“Hitta vi, konna.” He held his hand out, having dropped his ax a second ago. Someone charged at Stian, and he knocked them out, his hand still outstretched to her. “Agata, hitta vi.”

He wanted her to come to him, and that was clear as he gestured her forward. She didn’t waste a moment, because even if he kept her chained up, even if she’d run from him, right now he’d come after her, was protecting her, saving her, and she felt this connection with him as she stared at the warrior he was.

The plaits on the side of his head swung around his face as he blocked a sword with his ax. She didn’t wait another minute to go to him. She moved forward, swung the sword out to a man that crept up to her a little too closely, and when her hand was in Stian’s he pulled her close. He sliced his sword through a man’s arm, and without fighting anymore took off with her pressed tightly to his side.

She didn’t look back, didn’t wait to see if they would follow. She ran, as hard and fast as he was, not sure what in the hell had caused those fuckers to attack, but fearing that if Stian hadn’t shown up she’d be as good as dead right now. But her curiosity and will to live got the better of her, and she looked over her shoulder for a second. They stood at the line of trees, but clearly wouldn’t venture any further. The villagers shouted until Agata couldn’t hear or see them anymore, and when they finally reached Stian’s home and they were in the hut he started pacing and cursing.

He didn’t wear his fur-lined jacket, and she saw a few cuts on his flesh, blood trailing down. He was angry with her, and she knew rightly so. If she hadn’t been so foolish as to run off, thinking that maybe those people would help even though they had been hostile the first time she’d seen them, they wouldn’t have had to fight for their lives.

“You’re hurt,” she said mainly to herself, and went over to where the basin of water was kept. She grabbed some rags, needing to tend to him because she’d caused this, and she could take responsibility where it was due. Yes, she wanted to go home, and yes, he had no right to keep her here against her will, but he’d saved her life twice, tended her when she’d been injured, and now saved her life when those fuckers had attacked her.

When she turned with the basin and cloth in hand, she saw that he had his hands curled into fists, his eyes narrowed and trained right on her. Stealing herself, Agata moved closer, looked at his chest, and stopped when she was only inches from him. Dipping the cloth in the water, and then bringing it to his chest, she ran the thin, small piece of fabric along one of the cuts but kept her gaze on his face. He looked so angry with her, and a part of her, a small, silly part, wished she hadn’t left, that way he wouldn’t be hurt or upset by her. Of course the much louder, stronger part said she’d done the right thing, even if it hadn’t ended the way she’d wanted.

Patting the wounds with the cloth, she looked at his chest and noticed they were just superficial. He took hold of her face with his big hands, cupped her cheeks, and looked down at her lips. He whispered something low, almost needy in nature. Before she knew what was happening, or could focus on the fact she was really going here with Stian, he kissed her.

His lips were firm, full, and the flavor of him reminded her of the kiss they’d shared before she’d kneed him in the groin. The bowl dropped from her hand as her fingers started tingling, and water splashed along her feet. She braced her hands on his thick biceps, knowing that what she was going to allow happen went against all reasoning and common sense. But right now she didn’t care. God, she didn’t care.

He moved his hands down her face, stroked his fingers along the sides of her neck, and continued lower until her gripped her hips. Stian flexed and released his fingers on her hips, and she knew that this encounter would be fast, furious, and so heated that it would be like she had disconnected from her body. The fire running through her veins could not be ignored, could not be extinguished. He kissed a path along her collarbone, his voice low, growling in intensity.

She breathed out heavily. Only Stian, a man she hardly knew, and should hate with a passion, had such heated, crazy feelings moving through her. Stian made her wet and so ready to take him into her body. He ground his hardness into her belly, and she gasped.

“No, Stian, don’t stop,” she said even though there was a language barrier. He grabbed onto his arms and pulled him closer, groaned against her neck, and ran his tongue up the length of her throat until a shiver worked its way through her. Agata grabbed his head, tangled her fingers in his short hair, and pulled his head back until she could look into his eyes.

He flared his nostrils, and his eyes glazed over with lust. She could see it as much as she felt it. She glanced down at his mouth, and for the first time in her life she threw caution to the wind and didn’t think about anything but allowing herself to feel good. Agata took control of the kiss and gave back just as forcefully as Stian had. He groaned against her mouth, and grabbed a chunk of her hair behind her head. He broke the kiss, pulled her head back, and growled out something in his native tongue.

She gasped when he ran his tongue back down her neck and along her pulse. He was rock hard, so big and thick that wetness coated her inner thighs. He smoothed his hands over her bottom, down the back of her thighs, and gripped her behind the knees. Before she knew what was happening he had her shift pushed up, and had his hand between her thighs.

“Oh, God,” she said and closed her eyes as his big fingers found her soaking slit. She wrapped her thighs around his waist when he lifted her easily off the ground. He moved them backward until the pallet stopped him from advancing. The hot, hard length of him rubbed along her inner thigh through his leathers, and she felt this gush of moisture leave her. He claimed her mouth once more, and speared his tongue between her lips.

Running his hand up her ribcage, he grabbed a breast, moved his fingers to the collar of the shift, and in one swift movement tore the material open. Her breasts sprang free, shook back and forth, and her nipples hardened further from the chill in the air. He immediately took possession of one of her breasts with his mouth, swirled his tongue around the already stiff peak, and sucked it between his teeth, giving it a little tug.

She moaned and grabbed Stian’s wide shoulders for support. His hot breath skimmed over her flesh, causing her to suck in a deep breath of air. He moved from her nipple and licked a path between her breasts and back up the column of her neck, lightly sucking and scraping his teeth over the skin below her ear.

Agata shivered at the harsh deepness, and despite not being able to understand him she just knew that what he said was erotic, dominating. Taking in the wide expanse of his nude shoulders, of the scars and fresh wounds that littered his golden, hard flesh, and the air of power and dominance he emitted, Agata felt herself shiver in response. She slowly gazed down at the length of his rippled abdomen. Every inch of him was smooth, golden, and hard skin. Her gaze drifted farther south, leading to what she wanted most at the moment, even if her mind and body waged war right now.

He still had on his leathers, but the outline of his thick, long cock was on full display as it pressed against the material. And as if he read her mind he undid the laces of his leathers, pushed the material down his strong thighs, and his erection jutted forward.

“
Ég vil finna wramth þína í kringum miganki. Yenvilla tooka.” He gripped himself, took hold of that big fucking dick in his hand, and started stroking himself.
He was long and thick, and she pulled her focus away from his shaft, and looked into his face. He watched her with heavy-lidded eyes.

He pulled his foreskin back with every upstroke, his crown coming into view and the slit and pre-cum coming into view and having her insides clench with desire. Yeah, Agata was really doing this, and damn the consequences.

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She was gorgeous and innocent, and so very shy in the way she looked at him, but so strong in the way she acted that his cock thrust forward. Stian had been trying to rein in his desires for her since he chose her all those days ago, but now there was no need to do that, not when she seemed so very willing. He was angry with her for leaving, and upset that she almost got injured because the villagers had taken their hatred for him out on her because she associated with Stian.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he watched as the firelight move along her curvy body. Her thick, blonde waves moved over her shoulders and across her breasts. He’d torn her shift down the front, but now he wanted it gone. He wanted to see her naked with only her long, blonde hair covering her peach colored skin. Stian wanted to have to lift the thick strands away to see the treasures that lay hidden, to see the patch of blonde hair covering her pussy. He heard her swallow, and saw the slender line of her throat work up and down. Of course he knew she was frightened, but her arousal far outweighed that.

He moved toward her until there was only a foot that separated them now. “Wife, I could look at your sweet body all night and be just as satisfied as if I was buried deep inside of you.” He lifted her head with his finger under her chin, and he was struck by the intensity of her blue eyes. “One day we will understand each other, and you’ll scream my name, and beg me for more in my native language.”

Agata licked those red, succulent lips of hers, ones that he wasn’t afraid to imagine wrapped around his cock, sucking at him until he got off.

She was his wife, maybe not officially, but in his heart he’d already claimed her, and he was about to cement that with his body now as well.

“I would never harm you, Agata, never allow anyone to hurt you. I’d kill them, and strike them down until nothing was left.” He reached out and pushed a piece of her hair away. Moving closer to her, he smoothed his hands along the bare flesh of her shoulders, continued down her arms, and then stopped at her waist. “I can only assume you’re nervous about what will happen tonight, but I’ll make you scream with pleasure.” He moved his gaze over her collarbones and down to where the swells of her breasts rose and fell harshly from her breathing.

Her breasts were bountiful, and his fingers itched to feel them bare against his skin. She smelled of citrus and wilderness, a combination that had his heart pounding and this sweat start to bead his brow. He lifted her gaze to her face and saw her watching him.

Stian didn’t wait for her any longer. He leaned forward and claimed her mouth in the only way he knew how to: brutally, hard, and with a desire that rivaled all others. He moved his tongue along the seam of her lips, and the flavor of her was addictive. When she started kissing him back he didn’t stop the groan that left him, but he broke the kiss and trailed his lips along her jawline to her ear. “I am so hard for you, wife. I ache to fill you with my seed.”

She made this soft noise, one that sounded like need and desperation, and everything that turned him on. He slipped his hand behind her nape, curled his finger into her soft, warm flesh, and started kissing her pulse that beat rapidly beneath her ear. He pulled her closer so he felt her breasts press to his chest. A low growl left him, one he couldn’t stop.

“I’ll be gentle with you, Agata.” He kissed her neck, nipped her lightly, and breathed in heavily. “I’ll make you feel so fucking good you’ll never think about leaving.”

“Stian.” She moaned his name, and he felt her grip his biceps. She made another small noise, and dug her nails into his flesh. That sting of pain mixed with his desire.

He breathed harder, felt his cock stiffen even further, and knew that he had to claim her now. He had been trying to go slow, easy, and make her see that he could be gentle and compassionate. With Agata he wanted to go slow, make her care for him.

Stian growled as he dragged his hand up her belly and over her ribcage to cup one of her breasts. He brought it up to her other breast and tweaked both of her hard nipples. When she moaned from his touch he thrust his pelvis forward, ground his cock into her soft, full belly, and groaned himself.

He continued to suck on her neck, dragged his tongue up the slender column of her throat, and thrust back and forth into her softness. In the next second he forced himself to take a step back. Her body was meant to take a man inside, to take
him
into her body. He would try to be gentle, but deep down he was rough, hard, and didn’t know the first thing about being a good man.

“You’re making me feel so good,” she whispered, and her language was a soft, exotic tongue.

He looked down at her body, at the curves that made her all woman, and stopped at her breasts once more. He might have already looked at them, felt them, and seen how they had hardened for him, but he would never get tired of gazing upon them. They were big, round, and her nipples were this light pink color. He lowered his gaze over her nicely rounded belly and went lower still.

Her thighs were thicker, and made to be wrapped around his waist as he pounded his cock in and out of her. She was so nervous, he could tell as much by the way she was breathing, and she might even still see a part of him as her captor. But she was willing, and he wasn’t about to deny his woman or himself.

Stian was going to devour her.

He wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck, pulled her forward, and lowered his head to lick the curve of her throat from collarbone to ear. He couldn’t get enough of her succulent flesh, couldn’t stop himself from becoming addicted. She gasped and brought her hands up to cover his.

“Stian.” She whispered his name, and his cock grew harder.

He breathed in deeply and continued to take both of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers to tweak them. She gasped and then moaned, and when he couldn’t handle it anymore, he dipped low and sucked a taut peak in his mouth. Her flesh was sweet, smooth, and he felt the crown of his shaft grow moist as pre-cum dotted the tip.

He let go of her nipple with an audible pop, and scooped her up in his arms. He quickly carried her the few inches to get to the pallet. She was gorgeous atop the fur and hides, spread out like she was meant to take him. His dick was so hard it ached, and his balls were drawn up tight to his body. Right now all he wanted to do was attack her like a fucking animal.

Slowly, as if she read his mind, she parted her thighs. The sight of her lips spreading, showing him her pink, wet flesh, had him feeling like he would snap and mount her right now without even attempting to go slow. Stian reached down and took hold of his dick and started stroking himself from root to tip. His cockhead was wet from the constant pre-cum that came from the tip, and he knew he was nigh to bursting just from the sight of her. He stared into her bright blue eyes, and continued to stroke himself. And then she lowered her gaze and watched as he pleasured himself.

“Já.” She said “yes” in his native tongue, and he groaned in approval. Licking her lips, she reached down, spread her pussy lips wide, and he lost it, just fucking lost it right then and there.