Ravish Her

Grabbing her waist and hauling her up so she was now on her hands and knees, Stian was like a wild animal with her. She felt him place the tip of his shaft by her entrance once more, and then he was sliding into her in one smooth, fluid motion.

He moved in and out of her slowly, but just like before started picking up speed until the sound of their skin slapping together filled her ears. He growled out and held onto her hips in a bruising grip.

She lowered her head and looked down the length of her body, could see the heavy weight of his balls swinging as he thrust in and out of her, and opened her mouth in a silent cry.

“Konna, gefa alt av deg til mín.” He groaned and grunted the words in that deep voice of his, and her pleasure increased. And then he was holding her hips so tight that the pain had her gasping out.

He buried himself deep inside her, and she swore she felt the hard jets of his seed fill her.

Agata should have been worried about them not using protection, although given the state he lived in, so old world, she doubted he even knew what a condom was. But still, she should have taken better precautions, been stronger in keeping her distance from this man.

He was murmuring these harsh and guttural things. He filled her with his cum, bathing her in it until all she could feel, smell, and hear was Stian.

He covered her back with his chest, and his hard pants of breath bathed the nape of her neck. Her arms shook as she held herself up, and when he pulled out of her, she allowed herself to fall forward.

Stian lay down beside her, but before she could even take another breath, he had his thick arm wrapped around her waist and had her pulled in close to him.

Her skin was sweaty, his cum and her arousal covering her pussy and inner thighs, but she couldn’t even find the strength to move.

“Konna,” he said huskily.

This misplaced and totally strange feeling filled her when he leaned down and kissed the crown of her head. Agata should have thought more on that, realized that being here with Stian had started off being one of the worst experiences of her life, but now it didn’t seem so bad.

What did that say about her that she had slept with her captor, that she’d witnessed him nearly take down a whole village to protect her, and she’d gone back home with him?

Was she sick in the head, lonely, suffering from some kind of psychological issue because she did want Stian in this way?

He pulled the hide over them, one that felt butter-soft and smelled of him. Agata shouldn’t have felt safe, protected in his arms.

But she did, and she actually drifted off to sleep with this warrior caging her in like she was his most precious prisoner.

15

Agata watched as a flock of birds flew overhead. She was outside, Stian a few feet from her cutting wood, and the thick, fur-lined jacket he made for her keeping the cold away.

There were these little green berries she was currently picking, and although it was cold as hell, these little berries were growing aplenty and were vibrant in color.

She felt the weight of the herb satchel in her shift pocket. She had it for days now, held it many times when Stian wasn’t looking, and thought about just taking it and being done with this In-Between world.

She’d gotten over her initial confusion and shock that she was in a different dimension, because even if it sounded crazy as hell, it was the only thing that made sense.

And as much as this whole situation and experience were insane, her reality, her life back home in the States, didn’t make as much sense as being with Stain. He made her feel wanted, made the loneliness she always felt vanish. He held her, whispered to her, and made her feel like there was no other woman for him.

The latter might be true, seeing as he lived out in the middle of the woods and had initially taken her against her will, but things felt different with him now.

Since she’d first woken up in this very different world, she’d only listened to Stian’s language, as was common since that was all he spoke. He’d only heard her speak English and Norwegian, even if he didn’t understand either. She was a fast learner in general, and learning Norwegian had been easy for her.

During her time here with him, she’d picked up on his language quickly, not anything to allow her to speak fluently with someone, but she understood bits and pieces, could even talk back to him when he asked her something simple. The thing was she felt comfortable in this world, in this life.