Slow, easy. I need to remember this. I need to be gentle.

  But those things were not in my nature, never had been.

  And it was that primal side, that intense desire that had me knowing it was better to let Sansa come to me than go to her. Truth was I probably frightened her, and her leaving was not something I would let happen.

  Sansa

  One week later

  Knowing that Otto had enjoyed my cooking, that he complimented it every time I made him food, made this happiness and warmth spread through me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy his company, albeit he was the strong silent type.

  It had been a week since I'd come to his cabin, and things were flowing smoothly. We were in this routine. Although he didn't make me do anything, I cleaned up the cabin, cooked for him, and helped out in the garden.

  In fact, Otto tried on several occasions to stop me from doing any kind of work. But I liked keeping busy. It helped stop my mind from wandering to other things, things that would just bring me down. I felt myself growing closer to him. A week’s time in our world seemed more like forever.

  A storm had been raging outside for the last hour, hard pellets of rain beating against the cabin window like tiny bullets wanting to get in. Otto had started a fire before the storm started, and the warmth and ambience of it seemed to brighten the room in more than just a literal sense.

  He was busy cleaning and sharpening his ax, and in between me reading an old book I’d found—one that wasn't particularly interesting—I was keeping busy. But his presence was distracting. I lifted my gaze and stared at him.

  His forearms flexed as he moved the cloth along the blade of the ax, his skin tan, his body so strong. Over the last week I found the attraction I had for Otto growing tenfold. He made me feel warm in places I never knew were possible, made me think of things that seemed grossly inappropriate, but made me feel womanly.

  I felt beads of perspiration start to cover my body, and it had nothing to do with sitting by the fire. Just then it crackled and popped, the flames licking over the logs and startling me. I glanced over at the hearth, staring at it for long seconds, my mind a whirlwind.

  When I finally looked back at Otto I saw he watched me, his head cast down slightly, his eyes heavy-lidded. I felt like I was naked in front of him, bared so he saw every single inch of my body. It excited me.

  His pupils were big, dilated to the point they ate up the color of his irises. I slowly lowered my gaze to his hands, one holding the massive ax, the other holding the rag he was cleaning the weapon with. I imaged how it would feel to have his hands on me, the strength coming from them enough to make me feel feminine.

  I started breathing harder, my chest rising and falling in time with the beat of my heart. What I wanted to do was just go over to him, cup his face in my hands—the scruff of his beard under my palms scratching, arousing—and kiss him.

  “What are you thinking about right now?” he asked, his voice so deep, so masculine that it made the hair on my arms stand on end.

  In that moment I wanted to be honest, to tell him I needed his hands on me, his lips on mine. But I was afraid, nervous of even uttering those words. I'd never been around a man aside from my father, but the way Otto made me feel had this fire burning inside of me.

  There was no chance of it dimming.

  He set the ax down and braced his forearms on his thighs, his gaze still trained on me. “Tell me, Sansa. Tell me what you're thinking, tell me what you want and it's yours.”

  He seemed so close, yet so far away. The air was thick, heated, and the beads of perspiration on my body seemed to intensify, multiply. Could I be honest with him? Could I actually tell him how I felt even though I had only been here for a week? It seemed so forward, almost invading on what we had.

  I also knew these emotions were crowding me, speaking louder than I was able to ignore. And they grew over the days, hours, minutes. They were all I thought about, all I felt. Being honest was being true to myself, and I knew I didn't want to keep them inside any longer.

  “You.” I stared right into his eyes. “I want you.” And the words just tumbled out of my mouth on their own, like this living entity that needed to be released.

  The only thing I heard from him was this low rumble, this animalistic sound. And then he was standing, coming for me. I knew he'd give me exactly what I wanted.

  Him.

  6

  Otto

  The air heated, becoming thick, her arousal clear. I was standing just a few feet from her, all of my instincts telling me to go to her, to pull her against me and claim her mouth with mine.

  She’d told me she wanted me, and they’d been words that came from heaven, ambrosia from the gods. I’d been wanting to go to her, to tell her she was mine, but I’d stayed back, given her space.

  She wants me.

  That had me growling in approval again. And then she stood and stepped toward me.

  “I don’t want to fight this, or try and deny my feelings any longer.” She looked at me with wide eyes, the very sight of her making me so damn ready to claim her and make her mine finally.

  My cock jerked, and I knew I couldn’t deny myself, couldn’t deny the chemistry that moved between us any longer. I walked toward her, eating up the distance that separated us, seeing the desire clear on her face. My body became tighter, every part of me ready to finally claim her. I inhaled deeply, taking her very scent into my body, ingraining it, memorizing it in my very cells. I was only inches away now. We breathed the same air.

  “The moment I saw you I knew you were mine.” I wasn’t going to lie. I needed her to know how right this was, how true. I needed her to know that we were meant to be together. I smoothed my finger over her bottom lip and felt her tremble. She didn’t say anything. “I want you, and I don’t want you to be afraid of me.”

  She shook her head. “No, you don’t frighten me.”

  “Does what I say frighten you, how much I want to claim you, how much I want you as mine?”

  “No,” she whispered. “I want that, too.” She reached out, curled her hands around my biceps, and pulled me closer. She was breathing harder, her pupils dilated, and I could see the way the flush on her cheeks deepened.

  For long seconds we just looked into each other’s eyes, and I had a hell of a time not taking her right now, just pushing the chair away and taking her in front of the fire. I needed to take things slow with her, or as slow as I could make myself.

  “I’ve never been with a—”

  “I know,” I said before she could finish. Even if our world wasn’t as fucked-up as it was, I could see how innocent she was. I looked into her eyes. She breathed harder, faster, and I allowed my inner need to come forth. “You want me?” I watched her expression, the change in her body. She did want me, but I wanted to hear her say it, speak those exact words for me.

  She swallowed, and after a moment she licked her lips and nodded.

  I moved closer. “Then tell me exactly that.” I inhaled deeply, taking in her scent, making it mine.

  “I want you. I need you.” Her voice was soft, needy. “I want to be yours and I’m tired of pretending I can fight this, or ignore it. I can’t.”

  I started breathing harder the longer I stared at her, the more I let those words sink in. She looked at my body and then back at my face. “I’m nervous, but I don’t want to stop.”

  No. There would be no stopping this.

  She made me feel alive, made me feel whole. I had her up in my arms seconds later, turned, and walked us over to the bed she’d been sleeping on. For the last week I’d set up a pallet across the room, giving her space, and what privacy I could. But tonight I’d be sleeping with—claiming—my woman in our bed, and fucking hell would it be incredible.

  Once she was on her back, her eyes heavy-lidded, I just stared at her. I took in every part of her, every inch. The long fall of her hair washed over the linens, and her body seemed so small amongst the frame. I’d worship every part of her, make her scream out for more, beg for it to never end.

  I helped her out of her clothes, needing to see her bared for me, needing to see if her flesh was flushed like her face. I wanted to see if her nipples were a deep red or rosy pink. I wanted to see how hard they were, how wet she was.

  Once she was naked I stood there for long moments just staring at her. “Open those pretty thighs for me. Let me see what I’ll be claiming, making mine tonight.”

  When her thighs were open and her pussy was on clear display, a harsh groan left me. I was on my knees before her seconds later, the need in me demanding I claim her, fill her with my seed so she was big with my child.

  I smoothed my hands up her legs, over her thighs, and curled my fingers into her soft flesh. I pulled her thighs apart even farther. She smelled good, felt so fucking incredible. I leaned in until there was only an inch separating our mouths. My cock, still covered in my pants, was pressed against her inner thigh. I didn’t stop myself from grinding up against her.

  “God,” she whispered, her mouth brushing against mine as she spoke.

  I leaned back just an inch and lowered my gaze to her chest, saw her breasts rise and fall violently with her increased breathing, and felt my mouth water. I needed to taste her.

  A small noise of need left her.

  “I’ll never get enough. Never.” I looked down at her pussy again, saw how wet she was for me, her arousal glistening under the dim lighting in the cabin. “So wet.” I couldn’t stop the low, pleased sound that left me.

  I slipped my hand between her legs, but looked into her eyes, gauging her reaction, her emotions. I kept my fingers poised right on her inner thigh, right by that crease where her leg met the tight, hot little part of her. I felt the heat from her pussy and didn’t stop the animalistic sound that left me because of it.

  “Spread wider for me,” I said gruffly. And when she obeyed perfectly I touched her pussy.

  She opened her mouth and gasped.

  I speared my fingers through her wet, soaked slit, and grunted in arousal. “I want this, want you so fucking badly.”

  She didn’t speak for long seconds, but she didn’t have to say anything for me to know she was right here with me, that she was primed for me.

  And I’d make her so satisfied she wouldn’t ever think about leaving.

  7

  Sansa

  God, this was really happening. I’d never even thought about being with a man, seeing myself in this situation.

  Otto made me question what I wanted out of life. Before him and this situation I’d never thought about what I wanted for a future, never thought I particularly had one outside of the walls of my home. It had been about surviving, staying hidden, and hoping things worked out.

  But I had nothing and no one now.

  No; you have Otto.

  He grabbed me behind the head, tangling his big hand in my hair, and moved up my body to claim my mouth again. For long moments we kissed, our moans matching in intensity. When he pulled back I was disappointed, but sucked in a lungful of air, my arousal consuming me.

  He leaned back, this dark, aroused look covering his face. He looked down the length of my body, taking in every inch of my form, seeming to memorize every curve and dip.

  “Give yourself to me, only me, always me.” He stared right in my eyes. “I can make you feel good, make sure you’re happy, content. I can take care of you.”

  “I want you,” I said boldly.

  He made this low animalistic sound in the back of his throat. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

  A shiver worked its way up my spine. He leaned closer so he had his mouth by my ear now. He had his hand between my legs, his fingers moving along my slick folds.

  “You’re primed for me,” he whispered.

  I closed my eyes and found myself moaning, thrusting my breasts against his hard, powerful chest. Otto slid his other hand up my arm, over my bare shoulder, and moved his palm back down to my chest, settling right over my breast.

  He made me feel small, protected. Otto leaned in until I felt his lips along my jaw. I loved the stubble from his cheek as it slightly abraded my flesh. Inhaling deeply, I took in his intoxicating scent, the aroma that made him all male. I closed my eyes and absorbed the pleasure moving through me.

  Otto moved his mouth along my neck, stroking my skin with his tongue. Goosebumps formed along my body, making me feel exposed, bared in the best of ways.

  He moved his mouth to my ear and whispered, “Are you ready for me, Sansa? Are you ready to be mine?”

  I shivered in response, unable to help myself. I’d never been more ready than I was now. “Yes,” I said softly.

  His stiff dick pressed against my inner thigh, so big and long, hard and massive. I might be a virgin, might not know much about the world or the opposite sex, but my mother had taught me enough to know what to expect. She’d told me about men and women, about how men reacted to females, how their bodies responded. I know how sex worked, how it felt good, created babies.

  I knew enough to know what to expect. And I anticipated this.

  “I’m so on edge I’m barely hanging on.” Our breathing was loud, identical. Otto smoothed a finger along my cheek, his gaze on my mouth. Then his lips were on mine, his tongue now between them. He tasted potent, powerful. He tasted like he was mine the way I was his.

  “You’re all mine,” he groaned against my mouth, his voice deep. He moved his thumb along the pulse right below my ear. He gently bit my bottom lip, and a gasp left me.

  I had my hands on his chest, his muscles firm beneath my palms, the strength pouring off of him. He growled out, grabbed my wrists in a firm but gentle hold, and brought my arms above my head. I was stretched out for him, at his mercy.

  “Yes,” I found myself saying.

  He leaned down and ran his tongue along the arch of my throat. I moaned out for more. Before I knew what was happening he had me on my belly. I felt him smooth his hand over the length of my spine. My heart was beating in my throat, and I heard it in my ears.

  Everything was happening so fast, but I didn’t want it to stop.

  He ground his erection against my ass, and I closed my eyes and bit my lip. He was huge, and I wished he’d take off his clothes so I could feel all of him. As if he read my mind, he moved away only long enough to all but tear his clothes off. I looked over my shoulder and felt my eyes widen. I knew Otto would stretch me to the point I’d feel like I was splitting in two.

  His erection was long, thick, and massive. Otto grabbed himself and started stroking.

  “You like watching me?”

  “Yes,” I said instantly.

  “This is all for you.” He took a step closer. “This will only ever be for you.” Otto was back on top of me a second later, his bare erection now on my naked ass. A gasp left me at the heat that came from him.

  He placed his hands on either side of my outer thighs, and slowly moved them up, his hands warm, big, calloused. They were working man hands. He pressed his dick in the crease of my ass. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?” His words were low and deep, and I bit my lip.

  “Yes.” I inhaled deeply.

  “It’s my first time as well.” Although maybe that shouldn’t have surprised me, seeing as he lived out here in the middle of nowhere, the fact we’d lose our virginities to each other had this warmth filling me.

  He moved down the length of my body until I felt his warm breath along the top of my ass. He kissed and licked my flesh, and then grabbed the cheeks and clenched his fingers around the mounds. When he spread my bottom and the cool air moved along the crease, I let out the breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding.

  “You’re soaked for me.” He moved his finger through my slit.

  “More, Otto. Give me more,” I said. Otto moved his hand over my ass cheek again, lightly spanking me, bringing me to new heights, making me experience things I had only dreamt of.

  He rubbed me between my legs again, proving that I was even wetter after he spanked me, had my body craving things I’d never thought possible. At the first touch of his tongue between my legs I couldn’t contain the cry that left me. And then he feasted on me. He licked up the center of my pussy, and I cried out as the pleasure consumed me.

  “Yes,” I said on a whisper.

  He groaned against me, the wet sounds of him eating me out filling the cabin.

  My ass was propped up more, my knees slightly bent, my lower half propped up. I was obscenely shoved into Otto’s face. He groaned. I moaned, not letting the unusual experience of it all, the foreign feelings, deter me from being with him in every way.

  He sucked my clit into the hot, wet depths of his mouth, and that was the end of it. I came for him, just opened myself up and experienced what he had to give me. I knew I could enjoy this, embrace it, because this wasn’t the end.

  This was just the beginning.

  He sucked even harder, and my breath hitched.

  “This will always be about pleasing you.” Otto sucked on me harder. He ran his teeth along my sensitive folds, teasing me, tormenting me until I was begging him for more, gasping at the sensitivity of it.

  He pushed my legs open more, stood behind me, and before I could contemplate what was happening, he had me flat on my back again. He had both of my wrists in one of his hands once more, thrust above my head, and had me submitting to him in the most basic of ways. I felt like a real woman with Otto.

  Otto let go of my hands and bent down between my thighs, his mouth back on my pussy.

  He was relentless as he rubbed my clit, moving a thick digit around the opening of my body, not penetrating me, but promising that he could take me any way he wanted. I couldn’t think straight, had never felt such intense pleasure before in my life, and didn’t want it to end. He started to penetrate me with his finger, just one, but it was thick, long. He moved into my body slowly, gently. He kept his hand on my belly, making me take all of this, making me cry out for more.