Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 32902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
She nodded after he said her name. “Yes, I’m Agata.”
“Stian.” He straightened, proud of who he was despite the others’ hatred and fear in the village. “Stian.” He pounded on his chest with his fist.
“Stian,” she spoke softly.
“Stian, já.”
She gave him a smile, and the sight had the male part of him rising up and wanting to take her right here. But he wouldn’t rut between her thighs like an animal, no matter how much he wanted to right now.
He’d let her grow comfortable with him, make her comfortable with his touch, yearn for it even, before he slid his cock into her body.
He pushed her hand away, looking at the way her full breasts pressed against the strange-looking clothing she wore. He picked at the fabric, felt the texture between his fingers, and wanted to tear it off.
“Lauga,” he said, needing her to be cleaned before he touched her in the way he wanted. He stood, looked down at her for a second, and let her look at the way she had his cock hard. Just looking at her, smelling her, had his shaft pressing uncomfortably tight against his leathers.
Her eyes widened, and he grinned, knowing she had to be frightened of his size.
Stian was a large man, a reason why he’d gotten the name “Beast” from the other villagers. His cock was no different in the size department. He’d need her stretched, primed, and ready for when he took her for the first time.
But Stian had self-control, had patience, and he forced himself to move away. He collected the bathing supplies: basin, buckets of water, and cloth. They needed to clean, needed to eat, and then he’d lie with her, touch her, and make her crave him.
He may have kept her for his own, clearly against her will, but he’d never take her sexually, never force himself into her.
He wasn’t a good man. He was a warrior, a killer, and always took what he wanted. He raided, pillaged, and plundered before he’d been banished, and although he lived a somewhat solitary life now, he was still very much a warrior.
Once the water was heated and he had it in the basin, he faced her and gestured for her to come forward. “Agata, koma, konna.” He gestured for her to come to him.
He would bathe her, see her nude form, and make her clean for him. Then they would eat, and he’d show her that although he was hardened, he’d be gentle… he could be gentle.
She took a few moments to move off the pallet, but when she was close enough to him that he could touch her, he crouched in front of her and removed the chain. From his knees, he looked up at her, saw that she watched him hesitantly, withdrawn almost.
She’d warm up to him, come to trust him and need him. She’d soon realize he was the one who could provide for her, would always provide for her and keep her safe.
He slowly stood, kept his hands on her waist, and looked down at her mouth. Her lips were parted, red and slightly wet from when she licked them. Her white, little teeth started to tug at her bottom lip. He cupped her cheek, felt her body retreat slightly, but then something snapped in her eyes and she relaxed.
“This is freaking insane,” she said under her breath in her strange language, almost as if she spoke to herself, as she was not looking at him, and finally glanced at the basin. For a moment, she just stared at it, then closed her eyes.
He could see she was trying to build up her strength, and he couldn’t help but feel pride that his woman was strong.
“I don’t think we’re at that point in our relationship where I’m comfortable getting naked for you and letting you see my rolls.”
He watched her, let her speak her strange and foreign language, and started removing his clothing. Her eyes widened, and she moved back a step. He let her though, let her retreat this one small pace.
Stian removed his leathers and boots, tossed them aside, and stood before her naked. She looked at his chest, moved lower yet, and when she looked at his cock, her eyes widened and her mouth parted.
“You’re uncut… and so hard.”
His dick jerked with every second she looked at him.
“God, you’re huge.” She slowly lifted her gaze to his face, and he watched as her pulse beat faster and harder at the base of her throat.
He shook his head slowly, reminding her that if she was speaking to him, he couldn’t understand anything she said. He could have been crude and lewd, grabbing himself and stroking off until he came right in front of her. But he didn’t want to be a bastard.
He wanted her to grow to want him, desire him, and because of that, he’d have to channel his patience in all things when it came to his new, young wife.