I pressed against him, our bodies fitting together in a way that felt devastatingly right. His tongue stroked mine. Claiming. Teasing. Taunting.
More.
More.
More.
My breasts were heavy with desire, my hardening nipples rubbing against the chiseled planes of his chest as his hand splayed across my back, pushing my waist against his rigid, impressively large cock.
I groaned, wanting to wrap my fingers around him—no—have all of him inside me, deep, relentless, until nothing else in the world existed but this.
Despite the difference in our sizes, I fit against him like I was made for him. Like we were inevitable. A perfect balance of fire and ice, strength and surrender. Right.
This was right.
How it should be.
Him and me. Us.
One.
I tore my lips from his, breathless, fingers tightening around his. His gaze was molten heat, his chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven breaths.
“Come with me.”
His mouth quirked in a wicked smirk. “I’d like to.”
I laughed and pulled him onto the bed.
Rykr wasted no time pulling me into his arms once again. “Fuck,” he breathed, heavily. “I want you, Seren.” Our mouths collided, and he pushed me back against the pillows, pinning my arms above my head with a strong hand. His other hand smoothed down to my breasts, and he dragged his lips away from my mouth, down my neck, then lower still.
His lips enclosed one nipple, his hand palming my breast. My back arched as he drew my nipple into his mouth, his tongue sweeping over the hardened peak. A low moan came from my throat, and my core ached for him.
I needed more. So much more.
I gasped, my senses swimming. “Aren’t you afraid I might lose control again?”
“I’m willing to take my chances dying if it means doing this,” Rykr growled, his mouth returning to my breast.
“Rykr, fuck, yes. I-I need?—”
I gasped as he moved from one breast to the other. “What do you need, solwyn?” His breath was warm on my other nipple, then he took it into his mouth.
My body dissolved into an explosion of bliss.
Think clearly. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a quiet warning bell had begun ringing. I wanted to drown it before it was too late.
“Gods. You. Please …”
Rykr’s lips dropped to my jawline, the scruff of his face rough against my cheek, eliciting a shiver from me. “Are you sure?” he asked as his mouth caressed the side of my neck. “Remember what the Seidr said?”
Damn that fucking Seidr. Right now, prophecy and potential death seemed remote, ridiculous possibilities. What I needed and wanted was right here, in front of me. And I might never forgive myself if we stopped now.
“Fuck that. We might die tomorrow. I need you …” I turned my face toward his, seeking his lips, which he gave me without hesitation. His mouth was like drinking from the most delicious, heady wine imaginable, and I wanted all of him. “Inside me. Now.”
“I like it when you order me around.” Rykr’s arm wrapped around my waist, while the other dipped lower. His fingers brushed through the tangle of curls between my legs, then found my clit. A slow circle. I moaned, pushing myself against his hand while reaching for his cock.
As my fingers wrapped around the thickness of his length, his hand dipped lower still. I was soaked and slick for him and he pushed one finger deep inside me, my thighs clenching together reflexively. “Please …” The pleasure of his finger inside me was driving me wild.
