Brunhild lowered herself to the bed again and braced her palms against the wall.“We’ll do it your way," she said as she threw him a warning look over her shoulder.
His eyes glittered as he took the end of the cloth that bound her and began to unwind it.She arched her back to give him more reach, and as the wend of fabric unfurled, she exhaled.Every brush of his knuckles in the dip of her cleavage sent her pulse racing.
When only a single strip remained, Brunhild lifted her chin in challenge and peeled it away herself.
He effortlessly flipped her about, and one calloused thumb slid down her cleavage before he scooped her into his arms and lay back.
Chapter Ten
Herbodywaslongand lithe over his own, her eyes glowing through the dark mask that framed them.
“This changes nothing.”
Toran grazed her cheek with his knuckles.Her kiss, willingly given, had changed everything.She'd lost herself to him that afternoon, oblivious to their audience.And then she'd saved his life without hesitation.He knew she would refute the truth of what lay between them, so he would claim her as an each uisge claimed his mate.He would show her with his hands and his teeth on her skin.
When he lifted his mouth to her throat and skimmed the pulse that fluttered there, she moaned and arched over him.He teased her pulse, flicked it with his tongue and grazed it with his teeth.Lightly nipped it and scraped the corded veins with his incisors.
Because his beast was eager for her taste, they always grew longer in her presence.Since he’d branded her with the sigiled runemark of his each uisge half, and sipped the blood from the wound, he’d been mad with need.
His tongue and teeth chased the path of gooseflesh across her bared skin.When he reached her cleavage, he ran his nose between her breasts, savoring the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the way the flush that had suffused her cheeks now spread there too.
He laid his cheek against her skin, his fingers trailing up her side before brushing the taut coral nipple in front of his mouth.Her body surged, and she made a gurgled sound in her throat.
With a groan, he raised his head to lick the furled, flushed tips of her breasts.The taste of her filled him —salty and warm with a hint of sweat and the mint she used to clean her body.
He laved her breasts, switching from one to the other, in no hurry to move beyond this destination.Because he knew without a doubt when morning came she’d regret everything they’d done, he intended to savor her this whole night.
He flipped them over again, so she was beneath him, and when he crouched in front of her and sank his tongue into her navel, she squirmed.“What are you doing?”
“I’m tasting every inch of my wife because I don’t know if she'll allow me the chance to do it again.”
“I thought I told you to finish this,” she grumbled.
“You’ll thank me later, wife," he promised with a low growl.
When he slid his hand down her leg and grabbed her ankle, she gasped.He pushed, until her leg was bent and she was open to him —her center just below his chin.He teased her open thighs with the scruff of his beard, inhaling her scent and reveling in the slight tremble of her body’s response.
The way she smelled here was more earth and musk, and his mouth watered with the need to bury his tongue deep inside her and taste her release.
He let his chin rest on her pelvic bone as he watched her with a hooded gaze.Her body rose and fell at the mercy of his touch and he wanted to worship her surrender.
When he clenched the hood of her sex gently between his teeth, and gave it one broad determined stroke with his tongue, she bucked at the pressure.He smiled against her as she fisted the coverlet beneath them and nearly kicked him in the face.
His beast roared at the smell of her arousal, and his cock swelled against the bed, pinned there by the position he held her in.
He thrust two fingers into her channel as he licked her again and she hooked her other leg around his neck, squeezing him to her as she arched backward.
“Come for me, wife,” he commanded.She writhed beneath him again as he curled his fingers deep inside her and thrummed his tongue against her clit.
Her body surged beneath him as she tangled her hands in his hair, kneading his scalp as her heel beat a steady rhythm into the small of his back.He growled his approval against her and she burst like a shooting star all around him.He lapped up every drop, rolling them on his tongue and savoring them as they slid down his throat.She keened, a sharp wail that made his beast scrabble for control, and collapsed.
When her fingers slid from his head, he crawled up her body.His mouth met hers and he wanted her to taste what he’d done to her.Their tongues tangled together and her knees rose again as she hooked her heels at the base of his spine.
Her body burned like the fires of a hearth beneath him, and he imagined if he closed his eyes he’d be able to see the sparks of their passion behind his lids.
He wasn’t going to close his eyes because he wanted to absorb every moment.When he leaned back on his haunches, she spread her legs wide.“Come, husband.”
That purred invitation was all the coaxing he needed, and he took the base of his cock and plunged inside her with one hard thrust that left them both gasping.
