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.
Chapter Eight
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 it was. This man was definitely a warrior, a completely brutal male that could crush bones with his hands. He’d proved 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 be. 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 had his mouth 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 he’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 sheets.
“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.
And then it was like something broke inside of her. The pleasure coursed through her, and she was vaguely aware of this loud sound filling the room. She soon realized that the noise was coming from her. But she felt this euphoric sensation move through her that caused her not to care if she was screaming loud enough to wake the dead.