Finally,blissfully, he moved.
He set a rhythmic cadence that left her dizzy and breathless. Each drag of his hips spoke of something that transcended them.
All centered on this one binding moment.
She struggled to keep her eyes open.
His cock hit that spot inside her, sending her deeper and deeper into a fog that made the world vanish.
Lines creased around his eyes and mouth, strangled breaths slipping through his clenched teeth.
Nails curled into her waist, marking the skin as he pumped into her in more demanding strokes, determined to wrench her release from her trembling form.
Every thrust was a promise. Every groan pulled from his chest was an oath to her, sworn before Freyja and the cosmos.
She fluttered around him, taking more of him as she clawed helplessly at his forearms.
“I’m so close,” she purred, feeling like the wick of a candle about to catch fire.
“Yes. You are,” he grunted, struggling not to collapse on top of her. “Choking my cock with your tight cunt. Scream my name to the gods. Let them all know who you belong to. Let them know you haven’t captured a demon. Let them know who that demon belongs to.”
“Oh. Oh.Oh,”she sobbed.
Their bodies moved together, Elara meeting his thrusts, chasing the pleasure building low in her belly.
Fingers tangled in her wild nest of curls, Njáll urged them closer together until no space remained.
Sweat and residual water from their bath dampened their slick skin, mixing with their musky scent in the smoke-tinged air.
Lewd, wet sounds permeated their rasping breaths.
Soon, the thread in her abdomen frayed, snapping when Njáll’s thumb brushed once, and then twice over her clit.
“Njáll,” she cried out, loud enough to make the ornaments on the walls rattle.
He wiped the sweat and tears from her face, brushing the hair off her brow as her entire body convulsed with the force of her release.
The muscles in his belly flexed, his cock swelling and twitching inside her as he snarled.
On the next snap of her hips, he gave in to his own consuming release, hot seed spurting into her.
Ragged breaths hummed over his cracked lips, his thrusts erratic and desperate as he spilled all of himself, burying deep inside her.
“Elara!”
He cried out her name, the guttural rasp purring over her breasts as collapsed on top of her, his forearms supporting the brunt of his weight.
For a long time, the only sound was the harsh, shared beat of their uneven breaths, punctuated by the logs crackling in the fire.
As he softened, he slipped out of her, a rush of their combined release staining the furs.
A protest hissed from her and he chuckled, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him.
Their legs tangled into a mess of limbs; his lips pressed to her temple.
With their naked bodies pressed together, she felt so tiny in his embrace. A string of Norse words mumbled against her skin, his fingers tracing a rune into her stomach as he spoke.
“What did you say?”
