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)
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 suddenly stopped. She thought of the words in his language to ask what was going on. “You stopped. Why?”
He pulled back an 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 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.”
19
Agata held the long and heavy sword Stian had just given to her. It was taking all 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 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, 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 the sword out 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 putting 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 that he captured her in the first place. Wasn’t he afraid 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 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 who 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.