Bride of the Sea (The Prophecy of Sisters #2) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,5
around my shoulders, her fingers gripping me tightly as she tilts her head back to look up into my eyes.
I am overcome with the urge to kiss her and I do not understand why. My eyes search her own, and something fills me from deep within, from a place that I have never felt before. I have the desire to claim her, to keep her, to own her.
She speaks, but I do not understand her words. Shaking my head once, I keep my gaze focused on hers. I can see inside of her soul through her bright green orbs. I have never seen a color as exquisite as them before.
Lifting my hand, I cup the side of her head, gripping the soft red hair in my fingers. Tugging her head back, I touch my mouth to the center of her throat.
“Minn,” I growl.
Her body trembles beneath my grasp and I do not blame her. I would be terrified as well. I plan on taking her, keeping her—owning her. Grinding my hard böllur against her belly, I groan at the feel of her erect nipples against my chest, I can feel them through her soft fabric.
Gripping the material of her clothing at her waist, I slowly tug it up, exposing her stomach then her breasts. Her lips part and her eyes widen as she lets out a gasp. She doesn’t push me away, not that I would allow it anyway.
“What’s your name?” she asks.
I only understand name, so I assume she has asked me my name.
“Aaric,” I purr.
It is not normal for me to be so informal, especially with a woman who will be my bed slave when we return. With her, it feels right.
“Liv,” she whispers.
Chapter Two
LIV
My entire body feels like it’s on fire as he holds me in the middle of these woods. I don’t know what’s going on or where I am, but it seems as though my body is taking over my mind at this point, because I don’t care as long as I am in this stranger’s arms.
Aaric.
I don’t know what nationality that name is, but I’m assuming it’s Scandinavian of some kind judging by his clothes, or lack thereof. His lips drag the entirety of my neck, his tongue peeking out to taste me causing both of us to moan.
His grip on my hair is firm, it’s rough and I’m not sure why I’m not only allowing this, but wishing that it would go farther. I haven’t been with a man in a while and I’ve never been with someone that I don’t know, never allowed a stranger to touch and kiss me this way.
Shifting my hands down to his chest, I try to push him away, my good sense finally coming back to me. He doesn’t allow it though. My heart starts to pound and a million things run through my mind.
But what comes front and center is panic. There is no other way to describe what happened next, just that I freak the fuck out—completely.
“Who are you? Where am I? What is happening?” I scream as my heart starts to slam against my chest again, the same way it did when my eyes opened in this strange place.
“Holy shit. I’ve been kidnapped. Oh my God,” I ramble as I cry, my body beginning to tremble. “I’ve been kidnapped and you don’t understand anything I’m saying. You’re probably like those assholes on that show Vikings and you’re going to rape me, maybe sacrifice me to Odin or some shit. Oh my God,” I whimper.
Aaric stares down at me in nothing other than what can be described as complete and total confusion. He shakes his head once, as if he is trying to figure out why I’m freaked the fuck out. I try to push him away again, but he shakes his head again, his eyes darkening as his brows furrow.
“Nei,” he barks.
Licking my lips, I shake my head. “Yes, Aaric.”
He leans in, his mouth touching mine, but he doesn’t kiss me. His lips are just resting against my own.
“Nei, Liv,” he rasps right before he releases my hair and grabs ahold of my silky slip nightgown and rips it down the center.
Rips.
It.
Down.
The.
Middle.
I let out a scream, but he doesn’t even flinch. I take a step back, but before I can turn around and run, he has me flat on my back in the mud and grass. Pinching my eyes closed, I give up fighting him.