Ravish Her

For the next ten minutes, she got dressed when his back was toward her, picking up the articles of clothing he tossed on the pallet when she’d been in the basin and cleaning off. The clothes were loose, but there was a leather tie or strap of some sort.

When she had the cream-colored shift on, she tied the leather strap around her waist. Looking back at him, she saw he was facing her now. She wore no undergarments, and her nipples got hard at the fact that he was stroking himself. What a fucking pig.

Yet the desire coursed through her violently like a tempting serpent, weaving its way through her erogenous zones and making her feel ashamed she felt this way.

He finished cleaning himself off, stroking himself until there was no filth left on his body and only the golden, hard male flesh was revealed. Once out of the water and dressed in a pair of suede-looking pants with leather ties in the front, he moved over to the table and started back in on the fish.

He held up a finished filet, pointed his knife to it, and said in a deeply thick voice, “Fiskr.” He pointed the knife to the fish.

She licked her lips and nodded. “Fish. Yeah, I see that.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, but then he slapped the fish on the wooden table and pointed the knife at the crudely made bench off to the side.

“Eta.”

She could assume what he said. Eat. He wanted her to eat the fish. She was hungry, so she went over to the bench and sat down, keeping her gaze locked on him as he cooked the fish on the open fire until the scent was sweet and slightly salty, and it made her stomach growl in hunger.

He brought the cooked fillets to her, offered her the meat on a bone plate, and she curled her lip slightly at the fact that it looked like a hollowed femur of a large creature. She took the offered meal, glanced at Stian, and waited until he started to eat his portion.

“Thanks,” she whispered softly, not knowing why she was grateful for anything this man gave her.

For the next twenty minutes, they ate in silence, the sound of the fire crackling right in front of them seeming overly loud, and the feel of Stian watching her was a little unnerving.

Once finished, he took their plates and lifted her up. She was forced to brace her hands on his chest for support, smelled the clean, crisp scent of his body invade her senses, and pulled away. Or at least she tried.

Stian grabbed her wrists and led her over to the pallet. She struggled when he tried to pull her down on it, but he was so much stronger than she was.

When they were both lying down, her back to his chest, and his very pronounced erection digging in the small of her back, she squeezed her eyes shut and tightened her thighs together.

The sound of him inhaling at the top of her head seemed loud, and she thought about other things, about things that were not of this situation, of this nightmare. She pictured herself back home, alone and safe in her home.

It was a nice thought, a nice desire, but there was no escaping this reality.

8

Stian inhaled Agata’s delicious-smelling hair. It was a combination of the Locca flowers he’ picked early in the year and dried, but also her own natural aroma. She was plush and soft in all the right places a man could appreciate.

The firelight and his body warmed her skin, and he rose up on his elbow and looked down at her form.

Her generous breasts could be seen through the thin material of the shift he made for her. The way her nipples protruded through the fabric told him that although she was trying to go against him and everything he was, she was aroused.

He smoothed a hand down her side and saw the way her breathing increased, and her hands tightened in the hides beneath her.

“I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as you,” he said and lowered his head and inhaled again at the base of her throat. She was tense beside him, tried to move away an inch, but he tightened his hold on her waist and pulled her snugly against his body.

He was hard, so fucking hard his balls ached, and he yearned to bury his cock inside her lush little body.

She started speaking in a soft, breathy voice. She tried to remove his hand from her waist, but she put no strength behind it. He didn’t know what she said, but he could assume she was telling him that she didn’t want this.

She might say that, fight him to a point too, but he also picked up on the little movements she made, as if she was trying to refrain from letting go and allowing him to touch her the way he wanted.