“Now.”
Bébhinn took his hand and practically ran to her bedroom, kicking the door closed. Whatever was between them was the very thing that had been missing with Harry. She’d never felt so frantic to be intimate with someone.
He took over the moment her bedroom door slammed behind them, pulling her shirt off and then his. They kicked their shoes off and ripped their pants down. Breathless, they stood only in their underwear.
He closed the gap and ran his hands up her bare sides, stopping at her bra. “Are you sure this isn’t too soon for you?”
She appreciated the question, but it was unnecessary. “The cave would have been too soon. Now, not so much.”
It was all he needed to hear. He unhooked her bra and slid her panties down, where she could kick them off. He was on her as soon as she’d toed off the last remaining barrier. He had her in his arms, her legs around his waist, his mouth and hands touching her everywhere.
Her hands weren’t idle either. Since the moment they were interrupted on his couch, she’d thought of nothing but getting him naked. She leaned back in his arms to give him better access to her breasts.
“Feels so good, Dag,” she moaned. She tightened her legs, rubbing her slickened sex up and down the bulge stretching his boxers, causing him to groan around her nipple.
He watched her face as he let one of her nipples slip from his wet mouth and guided her body to slide down his until her feet touched. “Lie on the bed.”
The huskiness of his voice had her scrambling to obey. She was on her back, elbows propping her upper body. They were both watching and waiting.
“Bend your knees and let them fall apart. I want to see all of you.” He was slowly stroking himself through his black boxer briefs.
She complied, whimpering at how aroused she was having him see her like that. Finally, he shed the last barrier to the part of him that she wanted most. When his sex sprang free, saliva flooded her mouth.
He was thick and long with protruding veins and a leaking, swollen head. “Dagr. Please.” She wanted him so badly. Her hips began to slowly thrust up and down, her body’s way of enticing him closer.
“You want this?” he asked as he stroked his length.
“I want everything.”
He kneeled on the bed and crawled slowly over her body, kissing and licking as he went. He kissed her core as he passed, causing her to fist the sheets.
“Later, baby. I need inside you. Now.”
He stayed on his knees and grasped her hips to lift her high enough to align their bodies. He slid his sex along her wetness twice, hissing at the ecstasy the friction caused.
“Ready for me?”
“More than,” she groaned, lifting her ass even higher. Dagr looked like an ice-cold villain set on mayhem, with his white hair and almost clear eyes—he looked vicious in the best way.
There was no easing her into the invasion. He slid into her body in one go, causing them both to gasp at the surge of heat and tightness.
He stayed as deep as he could get while he fused their mouths, their warring tongues and teeth clashing until she had to turn her head to breathe.
He began to pump in and out, slow at first and then faster, frantic, hitting her G-spot over and over until a high-pitched whine erupted from her throat. The pleasure was too much and not enough.
“Dagr. Dagr. Dagr.” She repeated his name like a spell she wished would bewitch her forever.
His movements became less smooth, faster, and out of sync. “I’m close,” he practically roared. “Come for me again, baby. Now!”
Her body obeyed, as her back bowed and her thighs quivered. Dagr Griffiths marked her body inside and out.
She knew there was no going back for either of them after this.
forty-five
THE WATCHER
He was numb.Shattered.
