Chapter 2

She stirred in her sleep, the heat from the fire gently warming her skin. The crackling of the fire was a distant sound, but she could also hear the crunching and shuffling noises. She opened her eyes and rolled over, looking towards the door.

The window next to the door, which had been completely dark when she arrived, was now filled with bright light filtering through the grimy glass. In front of the window was the man, rummaging through her stuff.

“Hey!” she called out, sitting up. “What are you doing? That’s my stuff!”

He turned his head towards her, his gaze intense. “Mine,” he echoed in a deep, raspy voice, as if he hadn’t spoken in ~years~.

He stood up, his towering height making her feel small, and she was once again reminded of his nakedness. She tried not to look at the impressive cock hanging between his legs.

His nakedness reminded her of her own. She looked down at her body and yelped, quickly covering her chest and squeezing her thighs together in a futile attempt at modesty. She scanned the room for her clothes, only to realize they were gone.

She looked back at him. He was still watching her from across the room, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“Where are my clothes? They were right there.” She pointed frantically to where she’d left them the night before, one arm still wrapped around her chest.

His eyes narrowed, and he stood there, stark naked, his lips set in a stubborn line. He clearly wasn’t going to answer her.

She frowned but didn’t try to get more out of him. She stayed by the fire, which was comfortably warm compared to the rest of the cabin. She was sure of it.

He went back to rummaging through her things, inspecting everything she had brought. She felt like he was invading her privacy.

But when he finished with her things and came over to her, she really felt like he was invading her personal space. He stood in front of her, his cock at her eye level.

She blushed furiously and turned her head away, trying to focus on anything else. Maybe he didn’t understand English and there was a misunderstanding between them.

Strong fingers gripped her chin, turning her to face him. He was kneeling next to her now, their eyes level. His dark brown eyes stared deeply into hers. They were so dark she couldn’t tell where the iris ended and the pupil began.

She thought he was finally ready to talk and opened her mouth to speak when he pressed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened in surprise and confusion. A hot blush spread over her body as his tongue swept over hers, invading her mouth.

Then it hit her—he was kissing her. She pushed him away and covered her mouth. He must’ve thought she was some naked whore lying next to him.

He was only the second man to ever kiss her, and it made her feel dirty, but her body responded like a wanton whore.

“~How dare you~,” she hissed, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. She stood up, hoping he wouldn’t see her nakedness as an invitation.

He didn’t make a move, but he watched her, and she saw the result of their single kiss standing proudly between his legs. He stayed on the floor where she’d pushed him and said nothing as she went to look for her clothes.

She didn’t find her own, but down the hall from the kitchen were several bedrooms, only one of which seemed to be in use. In the closet, she found men’s shirts, and in the dresser, everything was too big.

Whoever lived there was huge. The shirt hung on her, reaching below her knees like a dress.

She walked back into the living room semi-dressed, and he was still sitting naked by the fire. He looked over his shoulder at her and seemed even more turned on by her single piece of clothing. His gaze devoured her.

“Do you know the way to Devidat?” she asked, hands on her hips.

He turned back to the fire and leaned back on his arms, completely ignoring her. Or maybe he really ~didn’t~ understand English.

“If you tell me where my clothes are, I’ll leave right away and you won’t have to deal with me anymore, sir.”

She couldn’t just leave in a single oversized shirt. He’d hidden everything: her shirt, pants, coat, underwear, socks, and even her boots.

“No,” he said, his voice rough like he’d been swallowing shards of glass his whole life.

“No?” she echoed, waiting for him to explain. No, he wasn’t going to tell her where they were? Or no, she wasn’t bothering him?

She stomped over, standing in front of him just like he’d done to her. Except she didn’t have her womanhood in his face, and at his height, he was level with her stomach. He looked up at her with his dark, sad eyes.

“Why won’t you give me my things? You’ve hidden them from me,” she cried out like an outraged child.

He didn’t seem bothered and grabbed her by the hips, burying his face in the soft skin of her stomach.

“No, no, no.” She swatted at his hands, trying to pry his fingers off her. “Let go of me, you brute.”

“~Brute,~” he repeated in a tone that suggested he disagreed, his voice vibrating against her belly. In one swift move, she was on her back with him on top. “If I were a ~brute,~ I would’ve already fucked you on this dirty floor,” he said, his nose touching hers, his lips barely brushing against hers.

She froze, unsure of what to do.

He propped himself up on his hands and knees above her, a hand on either side of her head. “You haven’t said anything to me,” he accused.

She blinked in confusion. “Uh, yes, I have. You’re the one who hasn’t said anything to ~me~.”

He tilted his head to the side to study her. “You want me to speak first when you’re the one who found me. You found me.”

She nodded slowly. “I did find you—by accident. I was just looking for shelter.”

She attempted to shift, but his arms held her in place. Even though he wasn’t aroused at the moment, she could feel the soft press of his manhood against her, shifting slightly as he spoke.

“So, you want me to say it out loud,” he insisted, his voice carrying a hint of an accent she couldn’t quite place.

She was sure something was getting lost in translation. She had no idea what he was trying to convey. “Yeah, sure. Say it.”

He brought his face closer to hers, his voice a whisper as he declared, “You’re mine.”