Teeth nipped at his lips as her eyes rolled back. Flush highlighted the scattered freckles on her collarbone, and Njáll lavished a series of searing kisses over her jaw and down to her breasts.
The tip of his tongue flicked at her nipple, a finger slipping into her fluttering sex.
A whimper pierced the sound of their strangled breaths, her back arching off the bed and her nails digging into it, clawing helplessly for something to ground her.
Her cunt squeezed him, fluttering so prettily, clenching so desperately. He was close to spilling his seed like a young boy.
“That. More… More of that. Please,” she rasped, her broken pleas unraveling his already crumbling restraint.
Heat swam in his belly, making his balls rise higher, tightening and desperate for release. Her walls clenched around his finger, taking him deeper with each thrust.
“Greedy, kona,” he purred, teeth grazing the lobe of her ear. “Tell me, do you want my cock to stretch this tight cunt of yours?”
Dampness coated his palm as he brushed the sweaty strands of hair from her brow.
Those eyes glared with defiance, frustration, and fury. All of it leveled at him. It made his heart swell and his cock ache.
“Yes,” she hissed, the growling command more adorable than threatening.
“Good girl,” he cooed, fisting himself and groaning at the minuscule relief that followed his strokes.
Small fingers traced the rigid lines of his abdomen as he settled between her spread thighs, her cunt glistening with her arousal. She clenched his hips, trying and failing to pull him closer.
He teased her entrance with his tip, punishing himself more than her.
“Njáll. Would you dishonor Freyja this way? By torturing me?”
A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, her lip damp on his finger as he feathered his thumb across it soothingly.
“If only to heighten your pleasure, little flame,” he hummed, fusing his lips to hers in a bruising kiss that made stars explode behind his eyes.
Finally, he sank into her, putting them out of their shared misery. Her tight heat instantly molded to him, wet and clenching and perfect.
Njáll snarled, tossing his head back as his throat bobbed.
A series of muttered Norse curses escaped him, each one more ragged than the last. Once fully seated inside her, he stilled, their desperation settling, replaced by a slow, simmering pleasure.
He braced his forearms on either side of her head, pulling his hips back before snapping into her in a brutal, punishing thrust that made her body jolt.
The blood in his body burned.
Burned for her. Burned for them.
He set a slow, deliberate pace, focused entirely on her pleasure.
Skin bounced under his fingers as he traced the elegant curves of her torso. A low moan of pure appreciation purred from her, the sound the most melodic thing he’d ever heard.
Sharp breaths stung his chest, his cock thickening with need. He pushed his own wants aside, determined to feel her shatter around him.
On the next snap of his body, she turned desperate, bucking her hips into his, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Her walls fluttered around him, clenching and grasping, her eyes glazed and her body rigid.
“That’s it,” he cooed, caressing the hinge of her jaw. “Doing so well. Let go, kona. Strangle my cock with that pretty cunt.”
A keening wail tore from somewhere deep within her, her entire body convulsing as her climax ripped from some forgotten part of her.
Njáll growled, refusing to spill his seed while she rode out her release.
