Ravish Her Completely (8 page)

“No fear, wife.” He continued to speak in English and held his hand out to her, and curled his fingers into his palm. “Come.”

When she moved closer to him he wrapped his arm around her shoulder as he led them into the cave.

“I trust you,” she said softly, and he stopped. They stared at each other for a moment.

“Good. I’d never hurt you.” He spoke in his language this time.

She tried to break up what he’d just said, and finally realized what he’d spoken. Smiling for the first time in what felt like forever, she allowed him to take her deeper and deeper into the cavern.

They descended, Stian obviously knowing where they were going despite the fact she couldn’t even see her hand in front of her face. Finally the space opened to show light coming in from various holes in the rock surrounding them and bouncing off clear crystals throughout the stone walls. The sound of dripping water echoed around them, and the scent of wet earth filled her nose the deeper they went. They stopped, and she stared in wonder at what was presented. A beautiful pool of crystalline water was right in front of them. She leaned forward, surprised to see steam coming up from the water.

“Earth heats water.” He crouched and scooped up a handful of the clear fluid.

“A natural hot spring,” she said and followed suit, squatting and touching the water. It was warm, so warm that she wondered why he heated water in the hut instead of coming here and bathing.

“Hot spring,” he repeated her words in English, his accent so thick it was almost hard to tell what he said.

She looked at him and smiled. “Yeah. This must be a volcanic area, or this water and the rocks must be deep enough that it’s all heated from within.” She was speaking to herself, because she knew she spoke too fast in English for him to understand.

She was no expert in all of this, and certainly didn’t know this world, or dimension, but that seemed like the most logical reasoning. Hell, for all she knew maybe there was some fire breathing dragon in the bowels of this world, its fire causing this water to be this temperature. That thought was enough to have her smiling in amusement. Then he stood and removed his coat, and she knew that he had brought her down here for more than one reason, and it wasn’t just to show her this incredible oasis.

Chapter Ten

The look on her face had made bringing her here better than Stian could have imagined. He’d lived a very solitary life after he was banished from the village as a young man, not even much older than a boy. They village had waited until he was at least old enough to survive out there alone, but he felt no gratitude toward them because of that.

After the incident with his parents, and the fact he’d killed them, he knew he’d never be able to find a woman that would be comfortable with him, especially not if she knew about his past. Yes, he was called The Beast, but he embraced that name, used it to his advantage, and didn’t care if the villagers feared him. It was better that way, even if they didn’t understand why he’d done what he did.

They had rules, ways of doing things in their small community, and Stian had broken the biggest one of all: he’d murdered. But he’d done what he had to. Maybe when Agata understood his language and culture fully she’d be able to realize that doing what he’d done meant he’d survived.

The villagers could have killed him for his crime, or what they saw as a crime. But because he’d been young, the elders had instead banished him from contact with all of them. One day he’d explain it all to Agata, but until then he’d lavish her with affection, and show her that he was a good provider, and would make sure she was always protected.

That gasp of pleasant surprise she made as she saw the pool-sized body of water had his chest swelling with pride. He’d found this treasure trove shortly after he’d been banished, and after he’d created a crudely erected shelter. It had barely allowed him to survive through that first winter, but he had, and it had made him stronger because of it. No one bothered him out here, probably didn’t even know about this place. Openings at the top allowed the sun to filter through.

“Peace,” he said, trying to use as few words as he could. Her language wasn’t one he was familiar with, but he’d grow to know it, as she would grow to learn his. Her full attention was on him, and he took a deep breath. “This makes me calm.”

She smiled and nodded, clearly understanding him.

“It would be peaceful and calming to come here.”

He tried to understand what she’d just said, but he only understood part of what she said.

She lifted her hand and placed it on his chest. “Let’s go swimming.”

What is this “swimming” she refers to?
He didn’t know what she’d said at first, but when she started slipping off her boots and coat he knew what she wanted. Hell, he’d been thinking of the same thing, even was in the process of getting undressed. Bent over, she stopped mid-strip and looked over at him, one brow raised.

“Come on, Stian,” she said in his language. “I know where your thoughts are … mine are right there with you.”

It was strange to see her so open and bold, and even if he liked it, loved it even, he was more surprised that she was acclimating to this life given how she’d ended up with him in the first place.
When she was nude, standing before him in all her delicious glory,
his cock went even harder. He lifted a hand and ran it along her throat.

“Beautiful, wife.” He saw her cheeks turn red, and felt pleasure at the fact he’d caused that reaction. He moved closer, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her fully against him. His cock pressed against his leathers, and before he got too wrapped up in loving her, he pulled away and got rid of the rest of his clothing. He went back to his woman, pulled her into an embrace, and kissed her like he’d never kissed her before.

How lucky he’d been to have this woman, and not only keep her as his, but have her start to accept her life. She had run, yes, but that was understandable. He’d have been worried if she hadn’t, because she definitely had a strong soul, and wasn’t going to back down easily. He moved back, took her hand, and led her into the warm body of water. The liquid was heated to the point that as soon as they stepped inside he felt his skin tighten.

The cavern was warmer, but because of the holes in the rock above them the chilled air managed to move around. The heat mixed with the coldness, and it was a startling, pleasuring effect. His dick was insistent, and although he’d like nothing more than being with her in every way, he just wanted to hold her and make her feel good.

“I will never let you go. If you run I’ll find you, but I will only show you pleasure.” He spoke fast, knowing she probably couldn’t understand him. “I don’t know why I deserved to find you, but I have you now, and no one will take that away from me.”

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Stian pressed his wet, hard body against hers and made a slow sweep of his tongue up her throat. His arms were wrapped around her, cushioning her back as she leaned against the rocky ledge of the pool. Her arousal pounded through her like a stampede of horses, causing her breaths to puff in rapid succession. Looking to the side, she saw the satchel had fallen out of her pocket. Maybe the temptation to go back to her old life would never leave her, but the promise of what she could have beckoned her even harder.

There was no doubt that Stian could see how hard her nipples were, could feel them on his chest, too. They stabbed out, chilled from the sea air that trickled through, and hard enough to slice through glass. As if he read her mind he dragged his lips down her neck, over her collarbones, and sucked her achingly taut nipple into his mouth.

Head lolling back, she closed her eyes, moaned deeply, and speared her hands into his hair. The short strands felt smooth and wet at the tips under her touch, and she used her grip to pull him closer to her. Her lips parted when she felt his mouth open wider, sucking more of her breast into his eager, hot mouth.

“Oh, God,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist, feeling the stiff outline of his cock pressing against her pussy.

“What is this God you speak of?” he asked, but he didn’t sound the least bit interested in anything but sucking on her.

“I am so wet for you.” She didn’t bother saying anything about the God comment, because he might not understand, or she was using that as an excuse so they could not talk about religion and just focus on this moment.

His groan vibrated against her nipple, causing a spike of electricity to travel right to her clit. The small bundle of nerves swelled even further, and she pressed her pussy against his shaft, needing to feel more of him.

“I want you inside of me so bad right now.” She had never been so wanton in what she said, but she felt like she could say anything and be whoever she wanted with Stian.

He groaned loudly. “I want you, wife. Need you.”

“Yes, Stian.” Her response was a breathy moan. When she wrapped her arms and legs around him, he removed his arms from around her. Stian ran his finger down the center of her pussy, parting her folds and then pushing the digit inside of her.

“So ready for me, Agata, slick with your need for me.”

“Please,” she whispered. His groan of need filled her with longing. Her inner walls squeezed around his finger that was gently thrusting in and out of her. When he added a second finger, filling her, causing a stab of discomfort to grow inside of her until it morphed into pleasure, she was forced to bite her lip to stop her groan from spilling.

He continued to suck at her nipple, alternating breasts until the flesh felt tender and heated. Slipping his fingers from her body, he gripped her ass, holding her to him as he pressed his cock against her. He mimicked the act of fucking and made her wish they were doing the real thing.

The place in the pool where they stood was shallow enough for Stian to stand, the water just touching his shoulders and giving him enough leverage that he could swivel his hips, press them up and into her so she grew closer and closer to coming. He held her tightly, kept her suspended in the water, and brought her to mind-numbing pleasure.

She wanted to reach down, grip his cock, and shove it deep inside of her, but if she let go of him she’d sink right down to the bottom. He started rubbing the tip of his dick along her folds, parting the lips and driving her insane with desire. It was hard not to twist her hips, trying to lodge the tip of his erection at the opening of her body. He eluded her every time, though. The crest of him teased her clit, causing the tiny bud to engorge even further. Faster and faster he rubbed himself along her folds, skittering along her pussy hole, yet moving away so quickly she wasn’t able to impale herself on him.

His hot breath tickled her ear, and she could hear the carnal need in his breathing. He wanted her, just like she wanted him, but he’d suddenly stopped. She thought of the words in his language to ask what was going on. “You stopped. Why?”

He pulled back and inch and smiled, a deliciously wicked one. She didn’t say anything else, just closed her eyes and absorbed the feel of him pressed up against her. “I’m not an animal, but you will feel good.”

She smiled at his words. His mouth was back on her throat, licking and sucking. He added a little more pressure to her clit with his shaft, and she exploded. Agata rubbed herself on him, riding the high of pleasure. When she came back to reality she opened her eyes and saw Stian watching her with a hungry gaze. She wanted to feel his cock inside of her, but when he pulled back without finishing himself, although she wanted him, she knew they wouldn’t be having sex right now in this oasis.

He smoothed his hand over her cheek, his teeth flashing straight and white as he grinned. “Today you learn to fight and hunt, my little wife.”

Agata held the massive, long and heavy sword Stian had just given to her. It was taking all of her strength to hold onto the big ass thing. He handed her a shield, leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, and this tingling happened inside of her body. How could she fall for someone so quickly, and under these circumstances?

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.

A middle-aged woman, who was several feet away, gestured for her to come forward. The frantic, panicked expression on the woman’s face had Agata moving toward her instead of going to see Stian and telling him what was going on. She was several feet from the hut, but from her vantage point could see Stian through the window still. The thick bushes concealed the young woman.

“You are Saxon, yes?” the woman asked.

Saxon?

“You speak my language?” Agata asked, and although it was broken up, a little hard to make out, Agata felt this thrill of having someone that she could communicate with fully.

The woman nodded, but looked over her shoulder, her eyes moving back and forth.

“But how?”

The woman faced forward again, closed her eyes, and breathed out. “Years ago, when I was a very young girl, there was a woman that wandered out from the woods. She looked strange, not of our land with the clothing she wore and the color of her skin.” The woman took a deep breath and spoke lower. “I was only four years of age, but one of the village men fell in love with her. He taught her our language, and when no one was looking I would sneak into her hut when the men would go hunting and she’d teach me hers.”

The woman spoke fairly good English, and although some of the words didn’t sound right when she said them, or placed in the right context, it was easy enough to follow.

“What happened to the woman and man?”

The woman shook her head. “The elder was furious that he would take a woman that wasn’t of our kind. There was a decision that she would be cast out, but before they could be called forth they’d disappeared in the night. No one has seen them since.” The woman looked down. “She was very kind, told me to always practice speaking and I would never forget, and I did, always practice.”

Damn, Agata could have asked the “Saxon” where she came from, if that witch woman had brought her here as well. But it seemed like the couple had been smart and had run and never looked back.

“I never spoke of this language to anyone, because I was too afraid.” She looked over her shoulder at the woods. “They will be coming soon.”

“Who?”

“The village men to finish Stian. They don’t feel the elder made the right choice in banishing him after what he did.”

Agata swallowed. “What he did?”

The woman nodded. “He slew his parents,” she said in a soft voice.

Agata felt her eyes widen.

“But he didn’t do it because he enjoyed the kill. He did it because his mother and father hurt him countless times.”

Agata looked over at the hut, saw the big, shadowed body of Stian in the window, and felt her throat close. She remembered all those scars on him, ones that were probably not all from battle. “What?” she asked in a shocked, wavering voice.

The woman couldn’t have been much older than her late forties, but she looked far older with the worry and strain around her eyes.

“He was but a mere child when he took the lives of his parents while they slept. The elders found him the next morning, crying and covered in blood in his hut, his parents dead. He didn’t deny it, and even if we all knew he was abused, it isn’t our custom to get involved.”

Anger the likes of which Agata had never felt filled her. Those bastards had known Stian had been abused, stood by and probably watched it happen, and when that little boy couldn’t take anymore he’d found his solution. She wasn’t about to try to understand this world, but from where she came a child was to be protected.

“He could have been sentenced to death for his crimes—”

“Even as a child, even though he was just protecting himself?” Agata asked outraged.

“Shh, please,” the woman said, then nodded at Agata’s question. “Yes, in our culture anyone that takes a life is subject to death, and now that the elder is dead they’ve come to collect on his life.”

It made no sense to put a child through that when they were abused, condemning them to death when they were in a horrible situation and had no other options, but again, she wasn’t going to try to understand this world or culture. She just wanted to make sure Stian wasn’t alone anymore.

That realization had her motionless for a second, had her stunned, and she felt so strongly about making sure Stian wasn’t alone anymore. Knowing that, knowing that she’d protect him as hard as he’d protected her, made this warmth fill her. Then she heard it, the sound of a horn being blown.

The woman grabbed Agata’s hand, squeezed it tightly, and said in a rushed voice, “You can still run. I can show you to safety.”

Agata shook her head before the other woman could even finish speaking. “I can’t leave him. I can’t run when he could very well die with these heathens coming after him.”

An arrow came flying through the air, and Agata landed on her face, the arrow barely missing her as it slammed in the tree beside her. Breathing out, dirt moving around her face, she grabbed the hilt of the sword that she’d dropped, looked around, and saw the horde of men coming at them. They had axes, swords, knives, and bows and arrows. They were shouting, blowing a horn to clearly tell everyone they were attacking. She turned around to look at Stian, scream for him to get ready for the ambush, but he was already outside, his sword in hand and his arm wrapped around her waist.

“Come, I need to get you to safety,” Stian said and hauled her off the ground. They ran toward the hut, and he pushed her inside. He had a rug pulled up and a trapdoor was on display. “Go. Inside, and take the tunnel all the way to the sea.” He pushed her forward, and before she could tell him she’d stand and fight these assholes he was gone.

Agata still had the sword, but it was bulky, and she saw a hand ax on the table. She picked it up. The handle was long, the blade rusty but sharp, and not as heavy as the sword. This shit as going down whether she fought with him or not, but she wasn’t going to stand back and let Stian go in this alone. She would fight beside him, because for the first time in her life she felt like she belonged somewhere, and she wasn’t about to let that go.