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 fingers 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 he had to claim her now. He had been trying to go slow, easy, and make her see 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.
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.
She whispered in her language, this 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 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 wet 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, 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.
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Agata touched herself, showed him her most intimate part, and honestly didn’t know what in the hell had gotten into her. She looked down at the long, thick length that was standing hard between Stian’s muscular thighs. It was like another limb for as big and thick as it was.
This man was definitely a warrior, a completely brutal male who could crush bones with his hands. He’d proven how lethal he was back in the village, yet since she’d been with him, trapped in this hut, she’d seen a different side of him.
She lifted her gaze from him stroking himself in slow, almost lazy motions, didn’t stare too long at the clear fluid that lined the tip of his cock from his excitement, and moved her gaze to his chest. She wasn’t afraid of him, though she should’ve been.
Agata was more than ready to have him move closer, feel his big body right on top of hers, and feel him thrust deeply into her.
He took a step closer until he was at the edge of the pallet and kept his gaze trained between her splayed thighs. He stroked himself a little faster, and she watched his bicep contract and relax from the rapid motion.
He placed a knee on the bed and put his hands beside her hips. She felt herself grow wetter between her thighs.
“I might regret this when it’s all said and done, but I’m not going to stop it. I want this too badly. I’ll worry about the repercussions later when I’m back at my own home, not in this insane alternate universe in the middle of nowhere.” Yes, she was talking to herself, and saying the words out loud made her feel slightly better, a little stronger.
God, she should feel embarrassed at being on display like this, but the way he watched her only made her feel this desire like she’d never felt before. Agata thought—no, hoped—he’d thrust right into her, but instead, he moved down the bed, placed his hands on her inner thighs, and pushed her legs open until her muscles screamed in protest.
Stian had his gaze on her pussy, and then his mouth was right on her, licking, sucking, and making her feel uncomfortable and so good all in the same breath.
Stian took his fingers and spread her lips apart, and then she felt him flatten his tongue and run it from the opening of her body all the way up to her little nub.
This was crazy good, insane and wanton, and she could imagine herself at home with Stian, because she’d asked him to be with her. When he reached her clit, he sucked on that little bundle until a cry did leave her, and she fisted her hands in the fur beneath her.
“Öskravoki savo hátt eyru hringur minna,” he murmured against her and went back to torturing her in a way that had sweat beading her brow even more. Her heart felt like it would burst from her chest, and there was this intensity moving through her.