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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.

Chapter Five

    Stian inhaled from Agata’s delicious smelling hair. It was a combination of the Locca flowers he’d picked early in the year and dried, but also her own natural aroma. She was plush and soft in all the right places that 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’d 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.
    “Please, this isn’t right. This isn’t what I want,” she said 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’d 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 were trying to refrain from letting go and letting him touch her the way he wanted. He pushed her hand out of the way and continued to slide it along the slope of her waist, moving his palm forward until he placed it right on her mound.
    She was hot, scorching even, and his cock gave a mighty jerk. He’d put leather back on, and only did so because it would help his desires be cooled off slightly. He didn’t want to frighten her, but have her get used to the feeling of him touching her. Moving his hand lower until he cupped her pussy, the only thing blocking him from her bare heat and flesh was the fabric of her shift. He rubbed her, touched her in a way that had her ass pressed right up against his cock, and had her murmuring things in a soft, breathy voice.
    “God, why am I allowing this?” she said softly in a voice that was a little strained. He wished he knew what she spoke of, but soon he’d correct that. Soon she’d speak his language, and he could tell her that she was his irrevocably.
    Her hands were tightly woven in the hides, had the material wrapped between her little fingers hard enough that her knuckles were white. He rubbed her, applied enough pressure that he started to feel her wetness seep through the material, and growled out in approval. He wouldn’t fuck her, not until he knew she was ready and willing for him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make them both feel good in the meantime.
    “So soft and sweet, wet and mine, wife,” he said right by her ear. The way she trembled for him, tried to push him away yet pressed her ass closer to his groin, told him that this female was strong-willed as much as she was giving. He didn’t expect her to give in so easily, or at least he didn’t want her