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air hit her body. She had never felt pain before, except for a couple of scraped knees as a kid, but within days, these welts overloaded her with pain.
    Enough. Wake up, Kathryn, cooperate and get past the pain. You are not a virgin. This big barbarian wants sex with you. Think about it for a moment.
    She lay back and quit fighting, just remaining passive as she waited. What he did next surprised her. He lifted a leg to remove her boot. She watched him through half-closed eyes as he undid one boot, tossed it aside, and repeated the process with the other.
    She stayed as still as a scared rabbit, green eyes half closed, watching his muscles move under the tanned skin. But wait, what the hell was he doing? He had moved up, sitting on his heels between her legs, pulling her closer, which opened her privates up to his view. She fought her own demon not to resist. Okay he just needed to look first before he entered, right?
    He reached and rubbed his rough fingers over her red bush, obviously fascinated by the thickness and color. He was exploring, and her damn body was reacting. She felt heat and moisture in reaction to the large hand.
    Rodmar looked up at her face and she knew he was aware of her body’s response. She could swear she almost saw a smile, a little one at least. No, come on, barbarian. I think I might want this as bad as you do.
    He moved his fingers down into her moisture. Her natural response was to jerk, but she wondered why she had tried to move away. She didn’t find his touch undesirable. Was this a natural survival response? She didn’t really care.
    He placed both large hands on her hips, almost spanning the width of her waist to haul her back against his knees. That spread her against him.
    “Hej.” He said only the one word in a deep voice. He had that same hand at her core with a finger deep in her. It hit with some type of intense feeling. Instead of yelling, Naj at him, she threw her head back against the furs, hoping to get enough air to keep her alive. She let her body push up against that hand as a second finger joined the first.
    She rode the orgasm he brought her, but before she was done, Rodmar was over her with his wide body, sliding something besides fingers into her, and she was saying one word.
    “Hej.” She was saying it repeatedly. She wanted this man inside her. This primal male could bring her release of a type she suddenly realized she had been looking for a very long time.
    She didn’t care if he was part of a cult that lived in the backwoods. He was strong and hard. He would protect her for the time that she was here and god, it felt so good.
    He held her with those large hands on her waist again, but her eyes had rolled upwards as she felt him fill her as no one had filled her before. He needed to hold her to keep his deep thrusts from pushing her away.
    As he pulled back and entered deeply again, she had to reach for him, to find a solid handgrip that was up under his arms, onto the muscles of his back. He now had his hands placed in the fur on each side of her head, above her shoulders, pinning her in place. She felt the next climax building as she lost track of everything but his hot body with their contact. She rode it higher, digging her nails into his back as she went over the edge, feeling him dumping hot seed far inside her body.
    Then, he collapsed on her. He rolled sideways just a small amount to pull out of her, but lay beside her, one leg over her, arms around her, head on her chest. As their breathing slowed, she was too weak and sated to complain or move. She finally heard a strange noise and understood it was Rodmar snoring. Boy, barbarians sure did it different from what her boyfriend did when he coaxed her into his bed. This one did it much better.
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    Asta came in with her arms full and it didn’t take Dick Tracy for Kathryn to figure out what the next job was. Clean up time. She decided it was better to go along with the local plan