And she would have it. All of it belonged to her.
Inky black eclipsed the swirls of green in her eyes as her hand dipped under the steaming water, encircling his cock. A growl slipped through his teeth, and his kona breathed a soft laugh.
His massive hand collared her slender throat, his thumb tipping her head back. Her lips parted with a shuddering breath.
“Then all of me you shall have. Set me aflame, Elara.”
Twenty-Six
Elara
Ablaze ignited between her thighs at his command, making the creases of her vision blur. She would swim through a sea of flames if it meant Njáll would claim her, feed what fire threatened to consume her.
When he gazed at her with that feral, possessive glare, it made the light in her chest flicker, waiting either to be snuffed out or for life to be breathed into it anew.
“Gods,” she whispered, unsure if it was a prayer or a plea.
Perhaps both.
Njáll’s dark chuckle made her insides twist as she bucked on top of him, seeking any sort of friction.
The velvet-wrapped head of his cock slid under her hand.
It was thicker, heavier than she had imagined. For one terrifying moment, she wondered how he intended to fit it inside her. She sucked in her bottom lip, nibbling on the tender flesh.
Njáll leaned forward, the lukewarm water making room for him. Pine, sweat, and something musky lingered in the damp air. A callused thumb plucked her lip free, his dark eyes raking over her body.
The touch sent a series of shocks through her, making her stomach clench. Her core contracted and her nipples ached.
A mix of excitement and hesitation coursed through her limbs, sending a series of tremors through her limbs.
“Do you fear me, little flame?” he asked, pinching her chin.
“No.”
Confidence laced her words, even though she felt on the verge of disintegrating. Soon to be nothing more than flecks of ash and dust, drifting away with a gust of wind.
She didn’t fear him. But she’d be a fool not to question what waited on the other side.
Not to wonder what kind of pain came at the cost of pleasure. Girls talked of bleeding on their wedding nights and needing daily baths to stem the sting in their centers.
Most of all, she wondered about the finality of this decision. Deep down, she knew there was no coming back from this, from Njáll.
Whatever latent ability lay dormant inside her flared to life in Njáll’s presence. The pulse in her fingers, the light in her chest, they both hummed to bursting.
That feeling propelled her forward, desperately wanting to tether a piece of herself to her jarl. To have his steady, strong presence anchor her in the storm that awaited them.
But right now, the only storm she wanted was his. She wanted to see lightning strike in his eyes, and hear him growl like looming thunder. She wanted to unleash something primal in herself and give it all to Njáll.
“Then why do you shiver?”
Without waiting for an answer, his mouth latched onto her fluttering pulse, sucking deeply until she nearly melted under the water. His arm banded around her waist, keeping her upright, his teeth grazing the bruised skin.
“Many reasons,” she murmured.
The rigid length of him pressing into her stomach. An unfamiliar noise rattled with a strangled breath.
Something unhinged settled into his two-toned eyes, making saliva turn to ash in her mouth.
