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 shared before she 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 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.
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He moved his hands down her face, stroked his fingers along the sides of her neck, and continued lower until he gripped her hips. Stian flexed and released his fingers there, and she knew 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.
“Stian, don’t stop,” she said, even though there was a language barrier. She grabbed onto his arms and pulled him closer, and he groaned against her neck, running 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 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 his hand between her thighs.
“Oh God,” she said and closed her eyes as his big fingers found her soaking slit. She wrapped her legs 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 a 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. 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 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 stroke, his crown coming into view and the slit and pre-cum making 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 of him out on her for being associated with Stian.
Pushing those thoughts aside, he watched as the firelight moved 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 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 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 he wasn’t afraid to imagine wrapped around his cock and 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, strike them down until nothing is 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 sweat starting to bead his brow. He lifted her gaze to her face and saw her watching him.