Twin souls bound by Freyja, entwined in a single braided thread.
“Can you blame me, kona? Your beauty burns. If I could spend a lifetime buried in your sweet cunt, I would.”
Lightly, she swatted his tree trunk sized thigh, annoyed when he didn’t even react to the sting.
Still, she molded into his solid form, their naked bodies pressed close together. A sheen of lavender-scented oil glistened on her legs, the muscles deliciously loose there.
Teeth grazed the shell of her ear, trailing lower until he nipped at her collarbone.
“Relax. Allow me to ease the ache that I caused.”
“Yes, Jarl,” she purred.
“You are trouble, kona.”
“Only for you.”
Hot oil dripped onto his large, rough palms, glazing the skin. He rubbed his hands together, his velveteen voice dropping into a dangerous rumble in her ear.
“Lay on your belly,” he whispered, the sinful command making her wish his cock hadn’t stretched her so thoroughly the previous night.
Too curious to snip back, she obeyed, pushing her breasts into the soft, obsidian furs. They cradled her hips, taking all the pressure off her back.
Warm, oiled hands gently stroked her shoulders and down her arms.
Njáll’s knees rested on either side of her waist, careful to keep his weight off her. Lashes fluttered against her cheeks, her hands tucked under her chin.
“Move your hair for me, little flame.”
Humming, she gently swept her curls to one side. Hot breath blew over her nape, the tender scrap of teeth along the spot making gooseflesh prickle her skin.
“Good girl. I like the obedient version of you almost as much as I enjoy your defiance.”
“I will show yo—Ohhhh,” she moaned, the retort dying on her lips as his talented fingers kneaded a knot below her shoulder blade.
Whatever she had been about to say disappeared, the words forgotten as Njáll tended to her with expert touches. Oil pooled in the small of her back.
Slowly, he worked over her back, down her legs and back again until she floated in some hazy version of reality.
“My pretty kona. Have I served my penance?”
“Hmm. You might have to serve it again tonight.”
“Whatever you wish, Elara.”
For so long, she lay there, blissfully floating between dreams and waking. Njáll rose, letting her linger in that beautiful place while he tended to his morning activities. After changing into a loose tunic, he crouched, gently tipping her chin up.
His lips slid along hers, warm and coaxing and soft. The tip of his tongue swept along the seam of her lips, asking for permission instead of taking. She granted it, opening to him and tangling her tongue with his.
Too quickly, he pulled away, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before staring into her eyes.
“If I could, I would let you stay here for days, but I need to meet with the Konungr. And you should join me.”
Thoughts raced in her mind, her body failing to keep up and still drunk off his ministrations. Lazily, she reached out, running her fingers through his hair to push the wayward strands off his face before scratching through his beard.
“Is something wrong?”
“No.” Long fingers wrapped around her wrist and he pressed a kiss to her palm. “Just reporting what we encountered at the border. There is nothing to worry about at this moment.”
