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She knew already of course. She couldfeelthe pulsing of the Viking runes carved into his body, branding him as hers.
Brands that he put there of his own choice. Probably by his own hands.
To punctuate her point, she pressed forcefully against his tender knot with the two knowing fingers still buried inside his tight, scalding heat, making his whole body seize and shudder with an internal orgasm, unreleased. Making his still stone-hard cock jerk against her lips, smearing them with pearly cum.
His shoulders hunched forward, and his head dropped lower as he shivered uncontrollably, this orgasm subtler than the last, but stretching for far longer.
Just as overwhelming. Just as devastating. But in an entirely different way.
The fall of his lashes and the darkened color upon the blades of his cheeks told her that no one had ever owned him this way. He’d let her inside him in every way, and let her see every raw, unguarded piece of him.
He didn’t answer this time, wordlessly telling her to discover the rest of his secrets on her own. Finally, painstakingly, he pulled away enough to pin her beneath him with his heavy, hot body, until they were face to face again.
He tunneled the fingers of both hands into her hair, holding her face on each side.
Deeply, he stared into her eyes, searching.
Again, she wondered what he saw. Wondered whether it was enough. If she could ever be worthy of this magical, glorious male.
And then, he kissed her, silencing her doubts.
His tongue flicked over her lips and thrust knowingly between them, tasting himself, tasting her.
His thighs parted her own, making room for his hips between them, until the hot, plump tip of him rubbed against her pearl, then slotted against her opening.
And pressed inexorably inside.
Filling her with exquisitely hard steel, a fullness and wholeness she’d never known.
They moaned in unison at the indescribable feeling, their joining slow and meticulous. Inch by smooth, satiny inch.
She felt torn asunder by the strength and thickness of him, yet put back together at the same time.
His sex anchored her. His body owned hers. Clasped so tightly and deeply within her core, he felt as if he was an indelible part of her.
She owned him too, in the most intimate, instinctive way. Woman to man.
He held her face as he kissed her slow and deep. As his body rocked in perfect synchronization into hers, moving together as one.
This was not fucking, she knew. This was infinitely more.
She felt it with every surge of his hard body within hers, every delicious push and pull. She felt it in the way his mouth worshipped hers, the way his breath trembled and rasped.
The aching beauty of his possession brought tears to her eyes, and Eir was lost all over again.
This man could not die, she shouted in her own mind. He had tolive! He was everything bright and bold and good in the world. She needed him to live!
“Eir…” he husked against her mouth, his voluptuous thrusts gaining depth and momentum with each pass, tying them tighter and tighter together.
She never wanted to be apart.
“Eir…” he whispered brokenly, the hands that held her face quivering against her skin.
She shook her head from side to side, as much as his hands allowed the movement.
It was too much.
This closeness, this oneness. It devastated her in ways she didn’t, couldn’t, comprehend. She couldn’t bear it any more.
