Two

Aria’s POV

The stranger’s hand wrapped around my waist was possessively tight. His musky scent had immediately infiltrated my nostrils, creating an instant wetness between my thighs.

I gasped as his other hand moved closer to my left breast, threatening to grab it. I tried to fight out of his hold but he held me still.

“Relax,” he whispered, arousing goosebumps on my skin. But I oddly felt relaxed at the same time. “Let’s get out of here. Let’s go somewhere quiet.”

It was the strangest and scariest request any girl should get from a random stranger. I haven’t even seen his face since he’s holding me from behind.

That, and the fact that he was a stranger were good reasons why I shouldn’t even give his request a second of thought.

But instead, I found myself being compelled to stand up and follow him. The bartender returned with a polite smile that faded when he saw the figure behind me.

He cowered away from the counter and lowered his head.

“Let’s go.” The stranger breathed in my ear. And like a puppet, I stood from my stool. He held my hand, leading the way.

I finally got to see what he looked like from the back and it was making my heart drum hard. He was so tall, like 6 ‘5. He had a broad back and long blond hair that danced at his heavy steps. He was wearing a black cloak that looked like he came from the medieval packs.

Who is he?

I was shocked when I noticed everyone stepping out of his way quickly as he walked through the dance floor. Soon we were outside, but he wouldn’t stop walking.

He led me deeper into the woods and while my heart drummed incessantly, I still followed him. The creepy sounds of growls and howls in the woods were giving me a slight panic attack. But the man dragging me by my hand didn’t seem a teeny bit fazed. And somehow, I knew he wouldn’t let me get hurt either.

We finally stopped at a tent. I felt his grip get lighter and I quickly snatched my hand from his grip. But I didn’t move away.

Slowly, he turned around and a gasp left my lips. Good heavens. He’s damn handsome. Like…ethereally handsome. But scary at the same time.

I don’t know how to explain it but he has a perfectly chiseled face with a dark expression and darkly hooded eyes that make him look scary.

Curls of his silver hair danced on his face, making it a bit of a struggle to really get a good stare at his face. But I swear he has a scar around his left eye.

“Let’s go inside,” he said in that chilling deep voice, gesturing at the tent.

My logical side screamed at the top of its voice that I shouldn’t go in there.

Father always taught us never to follow strangers. Definitely not into the deepest, scariest part of the woods. And most definitely not into their tents.

He always said any man who demanded that we follow them to such places was a predator. We should fight, kick, and run away from them.

But how the hell do I fight a man this muscular and gigantic? He looks abnormally huge and again, somehow, that doesn’t terrify me.

I must have hit my head hard somewhere. God, I must have lost my mind! Because why the heck was I considering going into that tent with him?

“Give me your hand,” he demanded, stretching out his hand.

My hesitation didn’t last for more than ten seconds before I gave him my hand. He led me into the tent. It was empty. Just a small bed.

I panicked slightly when he zipped up the tent door. But soon his eyes were completely fixed on me. Hungrily. It caused a sudden, twitching wetness in my panties.

“You’re wet,” he croaked out, making my heart pound. I didn’t get the chance to deny or accept it. Because he just pounced on me, swallowing my lips up in an urgent kiss.

His hand slipped into my panties and I jerked as he touched my sensitive spot. A moan escaped my lips but got swallowed in the kiss. My legs danced as he continued touching me there. My head was threatening to burst in pleasure. I wanted him to continue touching me as much as I wanted him to stop.

Soon, he swept me off my feet, and I found myself being lowered onto the bed. He didn’t stop kissing me. But I felt him part my legs, settling between them.

He shoved down my panties and his fingers teased my tight entrance. I jerked as he sent a finger inside. A small cry followed as two fingers slid in. He began slowly thrusting his fingers and that almost drove me insane. The pain mixed with sensation was mind-blowing. He seemed just an expert in what he was doing though. In a few minutes, I was a shattering mess. It was my first orgasm and it was everything I had read about it. Everything I’d fantasized it to be.

He finally released my lips from the kiss he had trapped me in. His taunting face gave a thin smile.

“Easy, love.” He said in a husky tone, drying my tears with his thumb. It was at that point that I realized I was crying.

He fiddled with his pants for a few seconds and lowered himself more on top of me. But it didn’t feel like he was suffocating me.

He held my gaze for seconds. Then he gave a tiny smile.

“You’re one hell of a cutie.”

Cutie. He called me cute. Was that good?

“So fucking thrilling that you’re mine.”

His? I’m not…ouch!

I bit out a cry as I felt something huge pushing its way inside me. I jerked off the bed but his weight held me down.

“Easy. Easy, love.” He whispered like a mantra as he pushed in and out of me. Slowly. Until the pain morphed into pleasure.

I was finally comfortable and could only moan to his slow firm thrusts.

“I’ll find you. I need to. You can’t imagine how long I’ve searched and waited for you.” He said between grunts. His words made no sense so I didn’t pay attention to them.

My senses were shut. The only thing I could think about was how tonight was the most sinful yet interesting night of my life.

“What’s your name? I need to know if I’m to find you.” He said, as he hit a spot that made me lose my voice in screams.

“Aria!!!” I replied, convulsing to the intense pleasure that had taken over me.

“I’ll find you, Aria. I swear to the goddess.”.