Ravish Her Completely(28)

Stian stepped back, grabbed his sword and shield, and they faced each other. Was he seriously doing this, seriously wanting her to fight with him, to learn how to do this? Did she really need to learn how to kill someone if the time came?

Yes. Look at what happened to you since you’ve been here. You need to learn how to defend yourself.

Stian came forward, his movements slow, giving her enough time to prepare. He took a step forward, swung out the sword slowly, and she lifted the piece of metal and blocked him. Of course he’d done it so slow that even if she’d been blindfolded she’d probably been able to block his move.

They did this for several more minutes, Agata growing a little bolder in her actions, a little less hesitant as she met Stian’s sword with her own. Then he suddenly tossed the sword and shield aside, and braced his hands up, as if he wanted to do hand-to-hand combat. She tossed her sword and shield away as well, but before she could counteract his move he was on her, taking her to the ground softly and having a knife to her throat.

He removed the knife from her neck. “Be prepared. They will want to hurt you.” He stood and helped her to stand, but was in fighting stance again. They went at it then, and Agata took it seriously. She’d taken a few self-defense classes, wasn’t helpless, and she was about to show Stian that if it came down to it, even if she couldn’t defeat someone she’d make them work to take her down. He jabbed out with his hand, and she blocked it, lifted her leg and went to kick him in the shin.

He blocked her move, and they danced this way for several seconds, neither getting in a shot, but she had a feeling if he’d really wanted to take her down he’d have done so already. He was trying to help her, teach her how to fight in this world, and it almost seemed a little ironic given the fact he’d captured her in the first place. Wasn’t he afraid that she’d use those move he taught her on him?

Of course not. This man lives by the sword, and probably will die by it as well.

He went to strike her, and she moved back a step and blocked it with her arm. The pressure from the contact of meeting his hand stung, but she was proud that he was trying to take her down and she was holding her own.

For the next half hour they continued to spar, well, as well as she could spar with a man that was as strong as he was smart with his actions. She felt energy move through her, sweat start to bead her brow, and went for a shot to his gut. He moved out of the way at first, but she ducked, took several steps to the side, and landed a hit right in his stomach. He made an oompf sound, and then promptly grinned.

“Good, Agata. Very good.” He came after her again, tackled her to the hard ground, and she wheezed out as the air left her as his big body lay atop hers

For a second they didn’t move, just breathed heavily and stared into each other’s eyes. She leaned up, feeling this strength, which had nothing to do with their fighting, move through her, and kissed him. He groaned, grabbed a chunk of her hair on the side of her head hard enough to make it sting, and kissed her back until her lips felt bruised. When he pulled back she saw fire in his eyes, saw the desire that spoke volumes, and knew he’d be taking her, even if it was out here in the frigid weather. But the funny thing was she was warm, feeling his body heat consume her, and knew that no chill would touch them.

They were breathing hard still, and she was wet, so damn wet. She wore no undergarments, hadn’t since that first bath. She’d since given up on fighting with herself to enjoy this. He was good to her, was helping her learn to fight and defend herself, and she couldn’t help but feel these things for him that went against all common sense. But she didn’t fight it, didn’t even attempt to try to say to herself she didn’t want this.

“Tonight, Agata. Tonight I’ll claim you.” He kissed her again, and she opened her mouth, sucked on his tongue, and loved when he groaned. He was off of her seconds later to her utter disappointment, and helped her to stand.

“You don’t play fair,” she said and smiled when he made this low, uncomfortable sound.

“I can show you how unfair I can be, wife.” The way he said it, all deep and husky, like he’d have no problem showing her right here in the wilderness that he could claim her, had tingling sensations moving through her. “But I’ll let you practice your stance and holding the sword while I prepare the fish.” He turned and went into the hut, and she saw his shadow through the burlap sack that covered the window.

She tried to practice, but the sword was weird in her grasp, and far heavier than anything she’d ever held before. For the next few minutes she swung the sword, envisioning herself being attacked, and hoped she’d be able to protect herself. The sound of a twig snapping far too close for comfort had her stilling. She glanced around, couldn’t see anything but her breath coming from her in a white cloud, and when she heard the snap of a twig again, she opened her mouth, and to call for Stian. But the sight of a white cloak had her snapping her mouth.