Long fingers curled around her throat, squeezing lightly.
She swallowed around his hold and wiggled under him. One side of his mouth curled, his thumb feathering over her lips. The tip of her tongue darted out, licking the digit and making him snarl.
“Demanding flame. Are you sure?” She nodded as his grin twisted into something heady and intoxicating. “Once you have felt me stretch this pretty cunt of yours,” he tapped her slit and she bucked, “there will be no going back.”
A witty remark disintegrated on her tongue, her body humming.
Carefully, his knees nudged her legs apart, making room for his massive form. His mouth closed around one pebbled nipple, and her eyes fluttered shut.
A finger dipped inside her, the stretch delicious and maddening.
It was so different from anything she’d ever felt when tending to her own needs, his finger longer and thicker than hers, reaching a spot that made her entire body shudder.
Smiling as he moved to show her other breast the same attention, he stroked his finger in and out of her, curling them until starlight flickered in her vision. His tongue lathed over the tight peak, swirling and sucking and driving her higher and higher.
She teetered on the edge of a cliff, about to crash over the edge when he withdrew from her completely.
The heat in her fingertips receded, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as she dug her nails into his hips, sharp enough to make him hiss.
“No. More,” she sobbed, clawing at his back.
“Patience, kona. I wish to stoke your fire.”
“Demon,” she breathed, tossing her head back into the furs and closing her eyes, helplessly clenching around nothing.
“Yourdemon. Now look at me,” he commanded. “Watch me as I make you come on my cock, little flame.”
The subservient, worshipful Jarl from a few minutes ago vanished, leaving a devoted demon in its place. He moved with an inhuman combination of determination and restraint.
A jolt prickled along her spine as he kissed lower, his length poised at her entrance.
Her pulse thundered in her ears as she waited for the pain she knew would come.
“Hush,” he soothed, his mouth resting on the shell of her ear. “Relax for me. I will make you feel so good, kona. Pleased and satisfied like you deserve.”
The words were a balm to the frayed nerves sizzling beneath the surface. Cold sweat clung to her skin, stinging against the need building with each drawn out breath.
Slowly, the tension in her limbs uncoiled and she melted into the furs.
“Good girl. Now watch as I make you mine.”
As he slid inside, her eyes went impossibly wide, the stretch more intoxicating than anything she had imagined. He moved slowly, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, murmuring against them as he pushed past the point of friction.
She hissed, the sting fleeting as the pinched pain dissolved into a warm heat.
Gods.
It was the most indescribable torture she had ever experienced.
Dark eyes glittered at her from under wild braids. Njáll stared into her soul, pausing his movements until he found what he was looking for in the depths of her gaze.
With a shaky hand, she held his cheek, scratching through the coarse hairs of his beard.
“Njáll,” she whimpered.
“Too much?”
“Not enough.”
