He was relentless, wicked and demanding as he flicked his tongue back and forth over my clit. He hummed against me, murmured my name, and made me dizzy with lust. The sound of his voice made vibrations on my clit, and I moaned out for more.

  He murmured against my flesh, “You’re mine, Sansa.” He started sucking especially hard on the little nub, and I came again for him, begging for more, pleading for him to not stop.

  I don’t ever want him to stop.

  I came down from my high and panted, not able to breathe, not able to think clearly. Otto pulled me into his arms and just held me, and it felt like heaven on earth, like I was right where I should be.

  This is where I should be, where I’m supposed to be.

  8

  Otto

  “I’ll never get enough,” I said softly, my voice harsh from the post-euphoric pleasure she’d given me. Sansa was my world. I didn’t need years to know this. One look at her and I’d known.

  She licked her lips, and I was riveted to the sight, imagining her mouth wrapped around my cock. God, I’ll never get enough.

  I reached out and pushed a piece of her hair away from her forehead, letting my fingers trail along her smooth flesh. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me this is what you want.”

  She stared at me with this innocence reflected back, with this vulnerability that did something primal to me. “I’m yours,” she said without hesitation.

  Hearing her say that pleased me immensely. I smoothed my hands along the bare flesh of her shoulders, continued down her arms, and then stopped at her waist.

  “Only mine.” I moved my tongue along the seam of her lips, and the flavor of her was addictive. When she started kissing me back I didn’t stop the groan that left me. I broke the kiss and trailed my lips along her jawline to her ear. “I am so hard for you.”

  She made this soft noise, one that sounded like need and desperation, and everything that turned me on. I slipped my hand to her nape, curled my finger into her soft, warm flesh, and started kissing her pulse. I did that for long seconds, enjoying the flavor of her, the feeling of her.

  She made another small noise and dug her nails into my flesh. That sting of pain mixed with my desire, and my cock jerked. I knew that I had to claim her now.

  I had been trying to go slow, easy, and make her see that I could be gentle. But I couldn’t hold off anymore.

  I dragged my hand up her belly and over her ribcage to cup one of her breasts. I didn’t stop myself from thrusting my pelvis forward, grinding my cock into her softness. I was a virgin the same as she was.

  I’d been waiting for this moment my entire life.

  I sucked on her neck, dragging my tongue up the slender column of her throat, and thrust back and forth against her softness. Pulling back was hard as hell, but I managed to do it, to breathe in deeply, try and calm myself.

  I memorized every part of her. I was going to devour her.

  I pulled her forward and lowered my head to lick the curve of her throat from collarbone to ear. Her flesh was sweet, addictive. She gasped.

  “That feels so good,” she whispered.

  I took hold of her nipples between my thumb and forefingers and pulled at the already taut flesh. I was shaking with the effort to keep calm. I lowered my head, removed my hands, and sucked at one of her turgid peaks. After a few seconds I let go of her nipple with an audible pop.

  My dick was so hard it ached, and my balls were drawn up tight to my body. Right now all I wanted to do was attack her like an animal, to fuck her hard and rough, make her mine.

  Slowly, as if she read my mind, she parted her thighs. The sight of her pussy lips spreading, showing me her pink, wet center, had me feeling like I would snap.

  I have to be gentle with her.

  I reached down to take hold of my cock. I started stroking myself from root to tip, not able to control my need to touch myself as I stared at her body.

  “Show yourself to me.” I was being a dirty bastard, but I couldn’t help myself.

  All I could do was watch as she reached down, spread her pussy lips wide, and showed me exactly what I owned.

  9

  Sansa

  I touched myself, showing Otto the most intimate part of me, the area of my body that I wanted him to touch, the part I wanted him to own. I wanted to please him in the same way he was pleasing me. I looked down at the long, thick length of his erection that stood hard between his muscular thighs.

  This man was a brutally hard male, one who knew hard work, knew how to survive. His body showed this, his personality screamed it, and it made me wet with need.

  He stroked himself in slow, almost lazy motions, his focus on me. I was transfixed by the sight, getting more turned on by the second, and knew that once we were intimate all else would fade away.

  I felt my eyes widen at the sight of the clear fluid that dotted the tip of his shaft. I lifted my gaze from his impressive length, moving it up his chest. I stared at the light sprinkling of chest hair that covered his pectoral muscles, and looked at his face.

  I was more than ready to have him move closer, to have his big body right on top of mine, and have him thrust deeply into me, claiming me, marking me as his.

  He took a step closer until he was at the edge of the bed and kept his gaze trained between my splayed thighs, his hand still on his cock, his motions still lazy and unhurried. But as the seconds moved by Otto started stroking himself a little faster. The sound of his palm moving over his flesh filled my head, made me dizzy, excited. His bicep contracted and relaxed from the rapid motion of him masturbating.

  “How ready are you for me?” he asked, even though I knew he could see how wet I was.

  “So ready,” I said instantly.

  He groaned but finally moved onto the bed and placed his hands beside my hips. I felt myself grow wetter at how big he was, hovering over me. The way he watched me made me feel desire like I’d never imagined.

  “Tonight I make you mine.” The position he was in made him look so very fierce.

  I needed him to kiss me. He didn’t make me wait long, and only a second later claimed my mouth. His flavor was sweet, but also slightly spicy, like how I’d envisioned a man would taste. I couldn’t stop the small noise that came forth from me.

  He moved his hand behind my head, grabbed a chunk of my hair, and forced my head back. My throat was now arched, bared for him. I felt the hot, hard length of him press between my thighs as he continued to kiss me.

  I wanted to feel him pushing into me, making me feel full and complete. He swirled his tongue around the inside of my mouth with possessiveness.

  Without breaking the kiss, he reached between our bodies and placed the tip of his shaft at the entrance of my pussy. Everything inside of me stilled, tensed. This was it, no going back. But truth was I wouldn’t even think about stopping this.

  Otto pulled back, breaking the kiss, and looked down at me. “You’re mine until I draw my last breath.”

  There was no doubt he meant every word.

  In one deep, fluid motion he slid into me. My back arched, my breasts thrust out. He broke through my innocence, the pain intense, the stretch burning. He groaned above me, closed his eyes, and I saw how taut his body became.

  I felt the heavy weight of his balls press against my bottom when he was fully inside of me. The air left me, my heart stalled, and all I could do was hold on for what would be a moment that changed the very essence of me. He gave me long moments to adjust to his size, to get accustomed to the penetration before he started moving.

  I felt full, stretched, and the discomfort was so shocking that I couldn’t catch my breath.

  When he started moving in and out of me I grabbed onto his biceps and dug my nails into his firm flesh. He didn’t speak, but he breathed hard, heavy, and kept his eyes closed.

  The perspiration that covered his face dripped onto my breasts, turning me on even more. His massive chest rose and fell as he breathed, and his big arms shook as he held himself up above me. It was clear he was trying to control himself.

  I felt myself become wetter.

  “Fuck,” he said harshly. He pushed into me and pulled out, over and over, groaning with every thrust.

  I felt my inner muscles clench rhythmically around his girth. The sensation was uncomfortable, but all-consuming, all-encompassing. He stretched me, filled me completely.

  When the tip of his cock was lodged in the opening of my body once more, I held my breath.

  “Look at me, Sansa. Watch as I fuck you.”

  I stared between my thighs, and could see his massive length inside of me. When he started to pull out I saw how my wetness glistened on his shaft. He plowed in and out of me, claiming my innocence, taking it as his own. Sweat dripped down his hard, muscular body. With each passing second he picked up speed until he was slamming his dick into me, making me slide up the bed with each thrust.

  I couldn’t hold myself up any longer. And when I was flat on the mattress again he went primal on me, slamming in and pulling out, over and over again. The sound of our wet skin slapping together filled the room, making it so that was all I could hear. Right before I felt myself falling over the edge, Otto pulled out of me and flipped me onto my belly.

  A gasp left me at the sudden feeling of emptiness and at the quick movement, but he didn’t make me wait long to feel full once more. He palmed my ass with his big hands, gripped the mounds, and squeezed them tightly until I gasped from the sensitivity of it.

  “So fucking beautiful. So damn perfect.” He grabbed my waist and hauled me up so I was now on my hands and knees, my ass in the air and my legs spread. I was on clear display for Otto and I loved it.

  And then I felt him place the tip of his shaft by my entrance once more. He slid inside of me in one smooth, fluid motion.

  “Oh. God,” I found myself whispering.

  He moved in and out of me slowly, but as the moments ticked by, his motions became harder, faster. He growled and held onto my hips in a bruising hold. I felt empowered. I lowered my head and looked down the length of my body, and could see the heavy weight of his balls swinging as he thrust in and out of me.

  God, that was so arousing.

  He groaned and grunted, and my pleasure increased, went so high I thought I’d never touch the ground again. Otto held my hips so tightly that the pain had me gasping, but also mixing with my pleasure.

  Otto buried himself deep inside of me, and I could feel the hard jets of his seed fill me, bathing me in this possession.

  And then he came.

  He filled me with his seed, filling me in it until all I could feel, smell, and hear was Otto. And when he pulled his mouth away from my neck and groaned out, shivers raced over me.

  He covered my back with his chest, and his breath, coming out in hard pants, covering my flesh. My arms shook as I held myself up, the pleasure consuming me. When he pulled out of me I couldn’t hold myself up any longer. He lay beside me, keeping his hand between my thighs, the possessiveness in that act clear.

  “Mine,” he said huskily.

  This warm feeling filled me when he leaned down and kissed the top of my head. He seemed brutal, hardened by the life he’d led, but with me he showed this soft side, this different experience.

  He pulled the blankets over us, and I leaned closer, loving the heat that came from him. I took his scent into my lungs. I felt safe, protected in his arms.

  I knew the future was full of possibilities and uncertainties. I didn’t have my family anymore, but that didn’t mean I had to be alone.

  A new life had found me, and I embraced it.

  Sansa

  Hours had passed since he’d claimed me, made me realize what living was really like. We lay beside each other, Otto’s big hand on my waist, my body pressed right up against his. Contentment filled me.

  I stared at the fire, the flames burning brightly over the logs, shadows moving along the walls.

  I thought about my mother and father, and wondered if they’d be happy with where I was in life, with what I’d accomplished. Maybe I didn’t do much for others, but I had survived, and in this world that meant everything.

  They’d be glad I found someone who cared for me.

  I’d never forget where I came from, the world we lived in, or the dangers we might face in the future. But with Otto by my side I wasn’t afraid or alone.

  I shifted and looked at Otto, saw he slept, and reached up to cup his stubble-covered jaw. I had never thought I’d be able to see myself in this situation, and certainly not so soon after meeting him. But here I was, ready to face the world with Otto by my side. I was not ashamed to admit he was bigger, stronger than me. He would protect me, make sure I was happy, and in return I’d do the same.

  I didn’t have much to give him, but I could give him my heart, my loyalty. I could give him my happiness.

  I didn’t know what the future held, but I did know that I wanted to stay right here with Otto.

  Epilogue One

  Otto

  Six months later

  I wiped the sweat from my face and rested the ax against the chopping block. I looked over at my woman, the female who made me complete, the only person on this planet who meant anything to me.

  Sansa was in the garden, tending to the vegetables. A slight breeze picked up and I watched as the tendrils of her long hair blew gently along her back. Her hair had gotten so long in the last six months. Every time I looked at it all I could think about was how good it smelled, and how nice it felt wrapped around my hand as I took her from behind.

  She stood up, the basket in her hand filled with carrots, potatoes, and cabbage. She was making me vegetable soup tonight, and it honestly didn't matter what she cooked, because everything she made for me was incredible. Because Sansa was the one who prepared it, it was like fucking ambrosia on my tongue.

  She turned to face me, her focus on the basket, my gaze locked on her round belly. She’d gotten pregnant not long after she arrived here, and with the baby due in a few short months, I couldn't help but find her even more beautiful.

  She was my woman, and she carried my child. That had this protectiveness and possessiveness in me rising to the surface. I did everything in my power to make sure she was safe, to make sure where we lived wasn't compromised.

  I knew these woods like the back of my hand, and had lived here all my life. I wanted to make sure that nothing ever happened to her.

  She looked up at me and smiled, and because I couldn't help myself I walked up to her, grabbed the basket from her hand and set it aside, and pulled her in for an embrace. She snuggled into me, her head resting on my chest. It was clear she didn't care that I was a sweaty mess. Sansa wrapped her arms around me and held me just as tightly as I held her.

  “I love you,” I said, my voice gruff with the emotion.

  “I love you, too,” she said against my chest, and I kissed the top of her head. Just then she gasped and pulled away.

  For a moment fear and panic claimed me, but when I looked at her smiling face I felt those emotions dissipate. She reached out and grabbed my hand and placed it on her belly.

  And then I felt our baby kick for the very first time. My heart started pounding harder and faster, and I felt my eyes widen. Wonder filled me. Love consumed me.

  I dropped to my knees in front of her, pulled up her shirt, and kissed her round stomach. I whispered all my hopes and dreams to my son or daughter, not caring if this seemed weak or less than masculine.

  I didn’t care about anything aside from this woman and the child she carried. And until the day I took my last breath they would be my world.

  Epilogue Two

  Sansa

  Six months later

  I looked down at my son, the little person Otto and I had created. He had a head full of dark hair, and I ran my fingers through the locks. They were soft, smooth.

  Even at only a couple of months old Liam was observant of his surroundings, happy in his life. Rarely crying, and always smiling when he saw us, he was the light of our lives.

  He was the reason we made sure this place stayed protected and safe.

  The front door opened and I looked over my shoulder to see Otto carrying the crib he'd made. He set it over by our bed and the scent of fresh pine filled my nose. We didn't need to live in civilization to have the luxuries that life offered.

  We were free, and that's all that mattered.

  Otto came to stand beside me, crouched on his haunches, and cupped the back of my hand, which held our son’s little head. He stared down at Liam, and I didn't know if I could ever be any happier than I was right now.

  “It's because of you and him that I breathe. I fight every day to make sure you are protected and safe, and I will continue to do so until the day I die.” Otto reached up and cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing right under my eye. “You two are my world.”

  And I felt the exact same way. They were my world, my life, and I looked forward to the future and seeing how much we would grow as a family.

  The End

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