She gasped when he ran his tongue back down her neck and along her pulse. He was rock-hard, so big and thick that wetness coated her inner thighs. He smoothed his hands over her bottom, down the back of her thighs, and gripped her behind the knees.
Before she knew what was happening, he had her shift pushed up and his hand between her thighs.
“Oh God,” she said and closed her eyes as his big fingers found her soaking slit. She wrapped her legs around his waist when he lifted her easily off the ground. He moved them backward until the pallet stopped him from advancing.
The hot, hard length of him rubbed along her inner thigh through his leathers, and she felt a gush of moisture leave her. He claimed her mouth once more and speared his tongue between her lips.
Running his hand up her ribcage, he grabbed a breast, moved his fingers to the collar of the shift, and in one swift movement tore the material open. Her breasts sprang free, shook back and forth, and her nipples hardened further from the chill in the air.
He immediately took possession of one of her breasts with his mouth, swirled his tongue around the already stiff peak, and sucked it between his teeth, giving it a little tug.
She moaned and grabbed Stian’s wide shoulders for support. His hot breath skimmed over her flesh, causing her to suck in a deep breath. He moved from her nipple and licked a path between her breasts and back up the column of her neck, lightly sucking and scraping his teeth over the skin below her ear.
Agata shivered at the harsh deepness, and despite not being able to understand him, she just knew what he said was erotic, dominating.
Taking in the wide expanse of his nude shoulders, of the scars and fresh wounds that littered his golden, hard flesh, and the air of power and dominance he emitted, Agata felt herself shiver in response.
She slowly gazed down at the length of his rippled abdomen. Every inch of him was smooth, golden, and hard skin. Her gaze drifted farther south, leading to what she wanted most at the moment, even if her mind and body waged war right now.
He still had on his leathers, but the outline of his thick, long cock was on full display as it pressed against the material. And as if he read her mind, he undid the laces of his leathers, pushed the material down his strong thighs, and his erection jutted forward.
“Ég vil finna wramth þína í kringum miganki. Yenvilla tooka.” He gripped himself, took hold of that big fucking dick in his hand, and started stroking himself. He was long and thick, and she pulled her focus away from his shaft and looked into his face. He watched her with heavy-lidded eyes.
He pulled his foreskin back with every stroke, his crown coming into view and the slit and pre-cum making her insides clench with desire.
Yeah, Agata was really doing this, and damn the consequences.
13
She was gorgeous and innocent, and so very shy in the way she looked at him, but so strong in the way she acted that his cock thrust forward. Stian had been trying to rein in his desires for her since he chose her all those days ago, but now there was no need to do that, not when she seemed so very willing.
He was angry with her for leaving, and upset that she almost got injured because the villagers had taken their hatred of him out on her for being associated with Stian.
Pushing those thoughts aside, he watched as the firelight moved 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 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 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 he wasn’t afraid to imagine wrapped around his cock and sucking at him until he got off.