CHAPTER FOUR
Warmth
Female Perspective
Ayangla lay with her face turned to the side. In resignation, she lay as she had fallen.
It was dark, and the fire had mostly gone out. She wanted the cover and warmth of her dress, but it was lost to her.
Three times she’d tried to pull away only to have her new master’s powerful hand grip tighter about her hair. He never woke up, but it was clear that he wasn’t letting her go, not even in his sleep.
The only part of her that was passably warm was the side that bordered him. He was hot to the touch. So very warm.
Ayangla bit her lip as she shivered. If moving away was not an option, then that left just one thing to do.
There were too many more hours in the night to face and it was only getting colder. Slowly she turned and moved in to cuddle against her master’s side.
She gasped slightly as full contact was made with him. It was almost too much for her to manage as she felt her right breast settle over his chest even as her other pressed into his side intimately.
Shyly she let one thigh coast up over the top of his. That done, she let her hand settle down over his chest.
The grip upon her hair lessened and then left altogether as his hand came down to splay out over her back just above her bottom. She let her cheek rest down against his shoulder and wearily she closed her eyes.
The man was so blessedly warm. He was also savage and entirely domineering.
He’d made the point of his ownership over her very clear. She literally felt his possession of her like it was a tangible essence that could be observed.
From the possessive hand on her back to the copious amounts of his seed deeply poured into her, she felt it, but it was even more than that. He had given her pleasure.
Untold amounts of pleasure. She would never have dreamed such pleasure was possible if he hadn’t made her to feel it and he very much had worked hard to make her feel it.
Her insides ached from the feel of his burgeoning shaft having its way up into her so aggressively, but there was also a deep-seated ache to feel him do it all over again. The pleasure had been so intense and somehow even in this there was a testament of possession over her by this man.
She wanted to feel the pleasure he’d given her again. She wanted him, his shaft, inside her, again and again.
How had he made her love these new pleasures? In a way she should hate him, but really the only question to that was, “Why?”
He’d fed her and even now he was a source of warmth for her. Just being with him was a security of safety and as longevity went it was clear that he intended for her to remain with him.
Children were most definitely in this man’s plans and that wasn’t something to not be desired. She wanted children to.
She’d just never imagined things ending up like this. Instead of her children being born into the life of a slave maybe they could be something more. Something special.
The man was leaving civilization far behind. He was going into the wilds where very few went.
They could die quickly. But at least out in the wilds if they did perish it would be in a state of freedom.
This man may have claimed her roughly to be his, but it was also clear that he was no typical slave master. There was something that said she had value in his eyes.
A value above, simply what pleasure could be afforded to him by the use of her body. She’d been used for years and she knew what it felt like to be used and what had happened earlier had felt like something completely different.
The man’s heat warmed her in wave after wave of assurance of his virility and Ayangla with very few reservations for the future ahead of her fell asleep with her hand poised over Alon’s heart.