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and she rolled her head to one side. Lucas pushed her long hair back to bare her neck, then kissed her, sucking gently. Anja felt heat rising beneath her skin as feeling stirred between her legs. She knew what those feelings meant, and they had become harder and harder to resist. Lucas seemed to sense her weakening resolve, and his lips worked hard to weaken it further.
Anja wrapped her arms around him and ran her fingers over his shoulders, enjoying the hard curves of muscle beneath his buckskin coat.
Lucas's hands slid down her back and swooped over the narrow curve of her waist. He moved lower, and Anja stiffened when he fondled her bottom. "Not here," she said, glancing nervously up and down the path. "What if someone sees?"
Lucas grinned. "Everyone's huddled in their homes, afraid of the Beast. Besides, we're betrothed. You think we'd be the first couple to go off into the woods for a little fun?"
Perhaps it was the looming threat of a Sending, but Anja felt bold. Her lips turned up in a mischievous little smile. "Let's go off in the woods then," she said.
Lucas took her hand and pulled her toward the trees, but she stopped him.
"Don't forget," she said. "I must remain a virgin."
Lucas flashed a wolf-like grin. "Then we'll just have to get creative."
They found a wide old oak on the other side of a low ridge, close to the road, but out of sight. A soft blanket of leaves covered the ground beneath its spreading branches, and thick, twisting roots spread out from the wide trunk.
Anja skipped toward the tree, looking back at Lucas with an inviting grin. He followed eagerly, eyes sparkling with lust as he wrapped an arm around her waist. She laughed as he half-carried her to the oak. He pressed her back against the rough bark and bent to kiss her, parting her lips with a forceful thrust of his tongue. The day-old stubble of his beard scratched her face, but his lips felt good on her mouth, and she opened to him as he pressed and sucked with urgent need. His hands found her breasts and squeezed through her woolen dress, and Anja's nipples swelled at his touch, pressing against the rough fabric, firm and sensitive. His fingers slid over them, rubbing and pinching until they ached.
Lucas's mouth moved down to her neck again, and his breath was hot and fast on her skin, like an animal about to tear into his prey. There was something wild and dangerous about his passion, and Anja's heart raced when they were alone.
Her slender hands slipped beneath his buckskin coat and found the laces of his trousers. As she worked them open, her fingers brushed against the bulge of his manhood, a pulsing length of meat as thick as her wrist. Lucas shuddered at her touch, and when she pulled his cock out of his pants and wrapped her hands around it, his desire became a frenzy. She stroked him the way he'd shown her, slow at first, then faster as he urged her on. His hands tightened on her ripe, round breasts until they ached. She wanted his mouth on them, but when they were alone, Lucas decided what they would do.
"Get on your knees," he murmured in her ear, his low voice almost a growl. When she didn't respond, he pressed down on her shoulders until Anja's legs bent and her knees pressed against the soft earth.
Cold moisture seeped through her dress, but she barely noticed. Lucas's cock stood in front of her, long and hard, its head red and throbbing. When she looked up, his eyes shone with a fevered light as he watched her.
"Use your mouth," he said.
Anja frowned, confused. What did he want her to do? When his hips thrust forward, her eyes widened. Surely not... "Lucas, I..."
He grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her head and pulled her forward, cutting off the rest of her words as his cock slid between her lips.
Anja tried to gasp in surprise, but he cut her off. She writhed and tried to pull away, but he held her head in an iron grip and brought
Anja wrapped her arms around him and ran her fingers over his shoulders, enjoying the hard curves of muscle beneath his buckskin coat.
Lucas's hands slid down her back and swooped over the narrow curve of her waist. He moved lower, and Anja stiffened when he fondled her bottom. "Not here," she said, glancing nervously up and down the path. "What if someone sees?"
Lucas grinned. "Everyone's huddled in their homes, afraid of the Beast. Besides, we're betrothed. You think we'd be the first couple to go off into the woods for a little fun?"
Perhaps it was the looming threat of a Sending, but Anja felt bold. Her lips turned up in a mischievous little smile. "Let's go off in the woods then," she said.
Lucas took her hand and pulled her toward the trees, but she stopped him.
"Don't forget," she said. "I must remain a virgin."
Lucas flashed a wolf-like grin. "Then we'll just have to get creative."
They found a wide old oak on the other side of a low ridge, close to the road, but out of sight. A soft blanket of leaves covered the ground beneath its spreading branches, and thick, twisting roots spread out from the wide trunk.
Anja skipped toward the tree, looking back at Lucas with an inviting grin. He followed eagerly, eyes sparkling with lust as he wrapped an arm around her waist. She laughed as he half-carried her to the oak. He pressed her back against the rough bark and bent to kiss her, parting her lips with a forceful thrust of his tongue. The day-old stubble of his beard scratched her face, but his lips felt good on her mouth, and she opened to him as he pressed and sucked with urgent need. His hands found her breasts and squeezed through her woolen dress, and Anja's nipples swelled at his touch, pressing against the rough fabric, firm and sensitive. His fingers slid over them, rubbing and pinching until they ached.
Lucas's mouth moved down to her neck again, and his breath was hot and fast on her skin, like an animal about to tear into his prey. There was something wild and dangerous about his passion, and Anja's heart raced when they were alone.
Her slender hands slipped beneath his buckskin coat and found the laces of his trousers. As she worked them open, her fingers brushed against the bulge of his manhood, a pulsing length of meat as thick as her wrist. Lucas shuddered at her touch, and when she pulled his cock out of his pants and wrapped her hands around it, his desire became a frenzy. She stroked him the way he'd shown her, slow at first, then faster as he urged her on. His hands tightened on her ripe, round breasts until they ached. She wanted his mouth on them, but when they were alone, Lucas decided what they would do.
"Get on your knees," he murmured in her ear, his low voice almost a growl. When she didn't respond, he pressed down on her shoulders until Anja's legs bent and her knees pressed against the soft earth.
Cold moisture seeped through her dress, but she barely noticed. Lucas's cock stood in front of her, long and hard, its head red and throbbing. When she looked up, his eyes shone with a fevered light as he watched her.
"Use your mouth," he said.
Anja frowned, confused. What did he want her to do? When his hips thrust forward, her eyes widened. Surely not... "Lucas, I..."
He grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her head and pulled her forward, cutting off the rest of her words as his cock slid between her lips.
Anja tried to gasp in surprise, but he cut her off. She writhed and tried to pull away, but he held her head in an iron grip and brought
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