CHAPTER TWO

She was so nervous, her heart was pounding, and suddenly she worried that the man carrying her might hear that too. But Olivia is determined to do whatever needs to be done even if it will cause her, her head. The pain is just too heady to be ignored.

The Matra walked inside the inn as if he owned the place. He kept on walking until they reached the last room, it looks surprisingly neat and well maintained, contrary to its exterior. 'More importantly, where could the owner of the inn be? is it okay for them to waltz inside like this?'

Impressed by her feeble sanity talking, Olivia gave herself mental praise.

The man settled her to stand on her own feet and closed the door. Its clicking sound sounded like a death sentence to Olivia stripping her off with the last cover of her sanity completely....'And here I am excited for what's to come, I must be going insane' she thought to herself.

Mustering all the courage that was left in her, she turned around and faced the man. As she did so, she drew a sharp intake of breath.

A while ago, Olivia was preoccupied by the heat and her surroundings making her miss his towering height. Now, facing him in all his glory, an ample height difference between her and his chin was so hard to ignore. Despite the dim light in the room, she could clearly see his broad shoulders and strong features underneath his cloak.

The man must have noticed the embarrassment in her eyes as his lips slowly twisted to a faint smile. He loosely threw his heavy cloak with one hand, revealing his face.

In the dark, his piercing deep emerald eyes remained clear and bright, reflecting the wildness of a beast. His features were brutally beautiful. Filled by an overwhelming fascination for this man, she unabashedly fixed her curious gaze on him yet again.

Olivia can't deny the fact that she's attracted to the man her kind often called a barbarian. Feeling the heat starting to overpower her will she clenched her fist and gritted her teeth to avoid making uncomfortable sounds. Olivia's head started to get heavy and dizzy her face flustered, her chest heaving heavily as if she might pass out anytime.

"Please......" A tear formed in her eyes as she swallowed her pride and asked a savage beast--literally out of her league to help her--a princess of Estia, to ease the unfamiliar sensations slowly winning over her body. With trembling hands, she reached for the man's chest and laid her dainty fingernails atop it. From the start, she was determined to do this even if she knew that she could die. Hence, at this point, there was no reason for her to prioritize her pride as a noble.

As she slowly looked up and caught his searing gaze, she noticed that his pupils slightly thinned and her jaw instantly fell. To witness this peculiarity in this proximity was awe-striking.

Deeply fascinated, she lost track of the seconds that ticked by, but a deep, throaty chuckle brought her back to her senses.

Olivia then pushed the man’s chest inaudibly, trying to make room between them. However, the strength of her frail arms was feeble--the man hardly moved. Instead, his smirk grew as he watched her struggle.

'He sure is enjoying this' she glared at him and was rewarded with another flash of amusement in his eyes.

He then yanked her abruptly into him by her hand, and she stumbled forward, off-balance as he caught her. His arms tightened around her waist.

"Tell me your name." He lifted her chin as he fiest his eyes on her. Olivia drew a sharp breath as she felt his skin touch hers, inflicting more pain on her.

"I-it's Olivia." Leaving her surname unknown to him. She may personally lose her dignity as a princess but never will she let her kingdom suffer the same fate in front of this gorgeous beast.

"Olivia." He repeated, hearing her name rolled in his tongue so smoothly made her cheeks flushed even more.

"Amon, that's my name." Grazing her cheek with his thumb, he lowered his touch to her pinkish lips, forcing them to open. Olivia shivered in anticipation.

"I didn't ask for your name." She said stubbornly as possible to cover up her difficulty in breathing. Olivia wants to end this suffering at once, and she hates how relaxed the man--Amon is! He even had the nerve to ask for her name while stimulating her!

Amon chuckled and rested the tip of his nose to hers, tilting his head, he looked straight in her eyes, gone now the humor in his features wearing the very similar expression of a beast wanting to pounce on its prey.

"But you'll be screaming my name sweet Olivia, it's important to know the name of the d*ck's owner buried deep inside of you."

Biting her lips, Olivia let out a soft moan in response to his vulgar words, her noble person ready to rebuke such words befitting a barbarian who doesn’t adhere to any culture, but whatever she was about to say died down as heat took contol of her body, taking her sanity away.

she surprised herself by getting excited and felt a rush of pleasure. Realizing she fanned the fire burning rapidly to the beast, Olivia tried to cover her mouth but was soon quickly held by Amon.

"D*mn it Olivia." She was about to open her mouth but Amon continued. "I hope you're ready for the consequences in waking up my beast." Tears of anticipation and pleasure mixed with worry and regret escaped her eyes. She can't take this anymore!

“Why the tears Olivia? We have not yet started.” A wave of passion swept over his sunken emerald eyes which promised one thing--a long, restless night.

She just wanted this to be over. Reflecting the same passion and desire in his eyes, she tried to remove her robe but the man whispered in her ears, making her fumbling hands freeze.

“I should be the one to do that.” Amused by her bold action.

Before she could protest, large hands lifted her body effortlessly. The man handled her as if she weighed nothing.

Cradled in his arms, she looked at him, brimming in embarrassment and drunk with burning desire.

“Are you scared?” Amon asked cautiously. As he laid her carefully on the bed and climbed sleekly on top of her. The bed creaks underneath his weight. His slender fingers grabbed Olivia's chin and thumb rubbed her plumped lower lip.

"No." Olivia breathed. It's true, she didn't know how, but she felt comfort and security to the stranger.

He grinned widely at her abrupt reply.

Without a word he started undressing her and within seconds, she found herself wearing nothing but her undergarments. The man looked at Olivia with content, raking his eyes all over her body, Amon's smoldering gaze seemed to be stinging her exposed skin, boring holes to places he set them.

He grabbed Olivia's thighs and parted them. Wedging his body in between, he was able to keep them apart that even if she wriggles her body, his frame won't budge. His waist had already been lodged between her legs.

Because of his large physique, their gazes were leveled despite how her legs were wrapped around him as tightly. The man silently looked at her for a moment, then slowly pressed their faces closer, he stopped when their noses nearly touched.

His emerald eyes sparkled in mischief and desire, Olivia's breath hitched. His forehead bumped hers as he whispered, “Let’s do it in order.”

Before she could say anything, he smashed his lips on hers. Surprisingly, the kiss was light and gentle. However, it didn’t last long, the kiss that followed was ravenous. His hot tongue probed her lips open and surged inside her mouth.

It was hot and wild. His velvety tongue roughly wandered inside her. When it left her, it found its way in, again and again, leaving her no room to breathe. He sucked her lips and did things she didn’t know was possible.

As their tongues intertwined, his hands slid down her body and wandered about. Unlike the rough kiss, his caresses were surprisingly gentle.....almost soothing.

Breaking the kiss, his tongue swept her earlobe while one of his hands started its impish descent. From the hollow of her neck to the sides of her torso and finally cupping her heaving breasts....nstinctively, Olivia stiffened at the foreign touch and braced her body for what’s to come---the man tightly gripped the cloth separating his palm from her nakedness and without hesitation ripped it off.

In split seconds, Olivia’s peaks were exposed. Pink buds stood upright on her perky round mounds. The man’s eyes danced over them with delight and satisfaction.

Her plump breasts fit perfectly on the man's large hand, he played them eagerly while looking straight into her eyes. Her skin tightened under his wicked touch.....The rosy buds were locked between his fingers---he rubbed them in circles, pinched them even as he pleased so.

Suddenly, his mouth moved to the side of her neck, where her pulse raced and jumped---he tasted and nibbled hungrily. She gasped, her lips parting as she struggled to regain her normal breathing. Nonetheless, the heart that raced against her chest seemed to have escalated its notion. She couldn’t help but grab the man’s thick and broad shoulders while he touched her to his content.

Olivia never felt these sensations before, everything was new to her, they felt wonderful and drowning at the same time. Unable to keep up with the heat, she tried to wiggle her body underneath him, hoping to gasp air and regain her sanity.

"A-amon.....stop ahh....."

Hearing this, the man whispered in a gentle yet raspy voice, his eyes shone with mischief, ignoring her plea.

"Open your legs.”