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.