Ravish Her Completely by Jenika Snow Page B

the right thing, even if it hadn’t ended the way she’d wanted.
    Patting the wounds with the cloth, she looked at his chest and noticed they were just superficial. He took hold of her face with his big hands, cupped her cheeks, and looked down at her lips. He whispered something low, almost needy in nature. Before she knew what was happening, or could focus on the fact she was really going here with Stian, he kissed her.
    His lips were firm, full, and the flavor of him reminded her of the kiss they’d shared before she’d kneed him in the groin. The bowl dropped from her hand as her fingers started tingling, and water splashed along her feet. She braced her hands on his thick biceps, knowing that what she was going to allow happen went against all reasoning and common sense. But right now she didn’t care. God, she didn’t care.

Chapter Seven

    He moved his hands down her face, stroked his fingers along the sides of her neck, and continued lower until her gripped her hips. Stian flexed and released his fingers on her hips, and she knew that this encounter would be fast, furious, and so heated that it would be like she had disconnected from her body. The fire running through her veins could not be ignored, could not be extinguished. He kissed a path along her collarbone, his voice low, growling in intensity.
    She breathed out heavily. Only Stian, a man she hardly knew, and should hate with a passion, had such heated, crazy feelings moving through her. Stian made her wet and so ready to take him into her body. He ground his hardness into her belly, and she gasped.
    “No, Stian, don’t stop,” she said even though there was a language barrier. He grabbed onto his arms and pulled him closer, groaned against her neck, and ran his tongue up the length of her throat until a shiver worked its way through her. Agata grabbed his head, tangled her fingers in his short hair, and pulled his head back until she could look into his eyes.
    He flared his nostrils, and his eyes glazed over with lust. She could see it as much as she felt it. She glanced down at his mouth, and for the first time in her life she threw caution to the wind and didn’t think about anything but allowing herself to feel good. Agata took control of the kiss and gave back just as forcefully as Stian had. He groaned against her mouth, and grabbed a chunk of her hair behind her head. He broke the kiss, pulled her head back, and growled out something in his native tongue.
    She gasped when he ran his tongue back down her neck and along her pulse. He was rock hard, so big and thick that wetness coated her inner thighs. He smoothed his hands over her bottom, down the back of her thighs, and gripped her behind the knees. Before she knew what was happening he had her shift pushed up, and had his hand between her thighs.
    “Oh, God,” she said and closed her eyes as his big fingers found her soaking slit. She wrapped her thighs around his waist when he lifted her easily off the ground. He moved them backward until the pallet stopped him from advancing. The hot, hard length of him rubbed along her inner thigh through his leathers, and she felt this gush of moisture leave her. He claimed her mouth once more, and speared his tongue between her lips.
    Running his hand up her ribcage, he grabbed a breast, moved his fingers to the collar of the shift, and in one swift movement tore the material open. Her breasts sprang free, shook back and forth, and her nipples hardened further from the chill in the air. He immediately took possession of one of her breasts with his mouth, swirled his tongue around the already stiff peak, and sucked it between his teeth, giving it a little tug.
    She moaned and grabbed Stian’s wide shoulders for support. His hot breath skimmed over her flesh, causing her to suck in a deep breath of air. He moved from her nipple and licked a path between her breasts and back up the column of her neck, lightly sucking and scraping his teeth over the skin