As Lora looked up at him, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm, she thought his body was stunning, powerful chest and well-defined muscles, in his arms and legs. His long, thick cock was proportionate for a man his size, and she knew instinctively it would be a tight fit.
She had no illusion that there wouldn’t be pain. She’d heard the whole story from her friend Jonda who had been married in the spring, who had assured her the unpleasantness would no longer be an issue after the first time. At least Wick had been kind enough to show her pleasure first. Even the promise of pain could stop the ache to be filled in her center.
There would be no going back after this; she would be his. As she looked up at him standing over her, she felt drawn to him. She caught a glimpse of his eyes in the moonlight, and they were dark with passion.
Momentarily, he sat on the pallet beside her and unfurled the coarse blanket to cover them before he lay down beside her again. He lay on his side and pulled her against him, so his cock pressed against her mons. He resumed kissing her, deeply and passionately, cupping her buttocks, and pulling her against him.
When they were both breathless, he rolled her onto her back and got on his hands and knees, urging her legs apart so he could kneel between them. Lora tensed momentarily but resigned herself to what came next. He had sated her desire twice; he deserved to have his quelled as well.
Wick leaned over her and held himself above her and lowered his cock to her pussy. He balanced himself on one forearm and dragged the head of his cock up and down over her slit, pressing its heat against her clit until she felt her inner walls clench and she moaned at the delicious sensation.
He slid it down and let the head slide into her entrance until it met her barrier. He thrust in and out a few times stopping at the barrier.
“Do it,” she urged him, her hands resting against his waist.
He nodded and let himself sink into her until she cried out in pain. He pulled back again and sank his cock all the way to the hilt and stopped.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Wick murmured, lowering himself until her breasts were crushed against his chest, and she hummed at the pleasing sensation, then panted against the pain.
Wick stayed still inside her and started kissing and caressing her face and lips. Then he kissed her deep tongue tangling kisses reaching between them to squeeze her nipples between his fingers until the pain receded and she moved her pelvis signaling her renewed arousal.
First, he rocked his hips to stimulate her clit until she clenched around him and then he started pulled back thrusting partway out and in. He set a steady rhythm increasingly faster and harder then reached between them to rub her clit as he was about to come. He held off as long as he could and finally let it go as he felt her inner walls hugging his cock.
Wick growled his release in triumph as he had taken her with him despite the initial pain. He stayed inside her, kissing and caressing her.
“Lora, baby, you did great,” he murmured between kisses. “It will be better next time.”
“Well, that was pretty good,” she said rubbing his back, hoping it didn’t hurt too much where she had dug her nails into it.
“You are mine, now,” he asserted punctuating his words with a deep-tongued kiss.
I guess so, she thought kissing him back. Eventually, he pulled out of her, and she felt the soreness returning without the heat of arousal to block it out. She was his woman now, she thought, replaying his declaration in her head.
She didn’t stop to think about how she really felt about it. But sex with him was mind-blowing. Things would be okay if he treated her well. That remained to be seen. It could all change when they got to his village in the mountains. She could find herself a love slave instead of a mate. She could take that from him as long as he did decide to pass her around to his friends. If he did that, she would take that long knife of his and drive it through his heart.
Lora woke with the sun on her face, wrapped in Wick’s arms spooned against his front and one of his hands over her left breast. As she opened her eyes, he slid his other hand down over her mons and cupped it, she thought possessively. As her inner walls clenched, she grimaced to herself. Sore, just as she expected.
She needed to get up and relieve herself and go to the creek to bathe herself. She moved Wick’s hand from her pussy and tried to pry his hand from her breast, and he woke.
“Where do you think you are going?” he asked and she wondered if he had just been faking sleep to see what she would do.
“To pee and take a bath in the creek,” she replied dryly. “You can come watch if you like.”
“I’ll pass on the first, but I’ll come with you to bathe. I could use a bath,” he said.
“Yes, you could,” she replied sassily. “Anyway, where am I going to go with a thin pair of moccasins and one set of clothes? While I might be able to forage for plants to eat, I don’t know how to find my way home.”
“Nobody ever taught you the lay of the land? Or how to figure out what direction you’re going by where the sun is in the sky or the moon and stars?”
“Women in the lake clans are lucky they get to learn to read and write and do arithmetic,” she told him as sat upon the pallet. “Did you wonder why I didn’t fight you after I realized you weren’t going to kill me?”
“A little,” he replied, glancing at her naked breasts before his eyes settled on her face.
“Because my father didn’t even give me a choice on whether I wanted to marry Vargan Rode. Vargan offered him a position on the council in exchange for me. “I don’t even like Vargan, I sure as hell don’t want to get fucked by him the rest of his life.”
“The rest of his life?” Wick asked.
“Because I probably would have killed him in his sleep after the first time,” she asserted.
Wick laughed. “Is that what you are going to do to me?”
She gave him an almost shy smile. “You are at least tolerable,” she admitted.
Faster than she thought possible, he grabbed her arm, pulled her down on the pallet and pinned her beneath him, holding both her wrists against the pallet.
“I’m tolerable, am I?” he demanded with a glint of humor in his blue eyes. Then he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her lightly.
He felt just as delicious as he had the night before with the hard muscles of his naked chest pressing against her breasts and his cock pressed against her pussy. Despite her discomfort from her first coitus, she felt a flutter in her core in response to the intimate position he held her.
“Very tolerable,” she murmured huskily when he freed her mouth, “but I really need to pee.”
He sighed. “All right.” Wick kissed her mouth again and rolled off her, releasing his hold on her wrists. He got up unmindful of his nudity and helped her up off the ground. He paused a moment to draw his fingers down her cheek.
Lora thought he was acting more like a lover than a vengeful captor. He was better looking and sexier than any man had a right to be. He should have been her enemy. The lake clans and the mountain clans had been feuding for two hundred years. But when he touched her the way he had last night, she only wanted was more as she fell completely under his spell.
“Take care of yourself, and then I will go to the creek with you,” he said, breaking the spell.
Lora decided then and there she would stick with him as long as he treated her well. She wanted more of what they had shared the night before. She didn’t delude herself that it was love. She wanted him, and he wanted her. She never wanted Vargan Rode.