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‘Yes. Oh, don’t stop.’ She pressed herself closer to him, inviting him to continue caressing her. The frantic jerk of her pelvis against his hand melted his frozen heart a little when it occurred to him that perhaps she had never been pleasured in this way before.Faen.She was so innocent, and he wanted to teach her everything.
‘I have no intention of stopping,’ Eirik promised. ‘But we will be more comfortable on the bed.’ He lifted her onto the mattress, removed her shoes and panties and rolled her sheer stockings down her legs. ‘This is how I pictured you when I chose the jewellery for you to wear to the ball,’ he said hoarsely. ‘Naked in my bed and adorned with emeralds that match the colour of your eyes.’
The feral gleam in Eirik’s eyes shocked and excited Arielle. No man had ever looked at her as he was doing, as if he wanted to devour her. Desire sharpened his features so that his skin seemed to be stretched tightly over his high cheekbones. He stared at her mouth as she flicked her tongue across her lower lip.
‘I want to make love to you.’ His voice was harsh with need and sent a thrill through her.
It hardly seemed possible that she—ordinary Arielle Tremain, who had changed her name to hide the dark secret in her past—could be responsible for Eirik’s transformation from an urbane prince to a hungry wolf.
He knelt on the bed and straddled her with his knees on either side of her hips and his hands beside her head. ‘You want me too, don’t you, my beautiful siren?’
Oh, she did, with a desperation that stunned her. She had never felt this turned on with her ex. She’d only slept with Jack because he had expected her to. Her lack of confidence had made her believe that a dud boyfriend was better than no boyfriend. But Eirik was nothing like Jack, and her instincts told her that sex with him was not going to be a disappointing fumble under the duvet.
‘How can I please you?’ Eirik asked softly.
Arielle bit her lip, reluctant to admit her experience of sex was so limited that she did not know what she would enjoy. ‘It seems unfair that I’m naked and you are still dressed,’ she murmured.
He sat back on his heels and gave her a sexy grin. Taking her hands, he placed them on his shirt front. ‘Feel free to undress me,musaling.’
Arielle had never undressed anyone other than herself. With unsteady fingers she undid a button on his shirt. ‘What ismusaling?’
‘It means little mouse.’
She frowned. ‘Mice are drab and unexciting.’ Was that how Eirik saw her?
‘I disagree. They are cute, timid creatures.’
‘Nothing like me, then.’ Was there a more unflattering description thantimid? Determined to show him that she wasn’t a nervous almost-novice—even though she was—she tore open the rest of the buttons and pushed the shirt off his shoulders.
His body was hot in every sense. She ran her hands over his golden skin and felt the soft abrasion of his chest hairs against her palms. The ridges of his abdominal muscles fascinated her as she skimmed her fingertips over the fuzz of blond hairs that arrowed down to the waistband of his trousers.
It was stupid to feel shy, Arielle told herself as she hesitated before undoing his belt. Her breath caught in her throat when she put her hand on his trouser zip and discovered the unmistakable proof of his arousal. He groaned as she tugged the zip down and her nails scraped over the bulge of his manhood.
‘I’ll take it from here,’ Eirik growled. He levered himself off the bed and quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes. His eyes locked with Arielle’s wide gaze as he pulled his boxers over his hips to reveal his impressive erection. Her heart missed a beat as she tried to imagine him sliding his swollen length inside her.
Naked, he was a work of art: long-limbed and lean-hipped, a washboard-flat stomach and that broad, muscular chest. A Viking prince with searing passion in his eyes. The air was thick with sexual tension. Arielle’s breathing was shallow, and her heart was racing as Eirik stepped closer to the bed and put his hands on her thighs, gently pushing them apart. He dropped onto his knees, and she trembled when she realised his intention. Her secret sexual fantasy was for a lover to put his mouth on her, and she could hardly believe that it was going to happen.
With slow, deliberate movements that heightened her anticipation, he hooked her legs over his shoulders and slid his hands beneath her bottom to lift her towards him. And then he buried his head between her thighs and flicked his tongue lightly over her opening.
Arielle’s whole body jolted in reaction. What Eirik was doing was shockingly intimate, especially as, really, she hardly knew him. But it did not matter. Nothing mattered except that he should continue his wicked caresses with his tongue. She felt utterly wanton with her legs spread wide open while he pleasured her, and it was better than she could ever have imagined.
He quickly took her to the brink, and she curled her fingers into the sheet, dimly aware that the husky moans that filled the room came from her. Eirik’s hands were busy too, and the sensation of him sliding a finger inside her and gently stretching her, while simultaneously he closed his mouth over the sensitive nub of her clitoris, sent her over the edge. Her orgasm swept through her in rippling waves of pleasure.
When Arielle came back to earth, tears pricked her eyes. Eirik’s consideration and patience as he’d brought her to a climax threatened to dismantle the barriers that she knew she must keep around her heart.
He stood up and rolled a condom over his thick length before he joined her on the bed. But even then, he did not rush her. Only his ragged voice as he muttered, ‘You drive me insane,skatta,’ reassured her that his need was as great as hers.
Propped up on one elbow, he was a golden god with his dark blond hair falling across his brow. He idly trailed his hand over her body, discovering the fragile line of her collarbone before moving down to cup her breast. He bent his head and took her tight nipple into his mouth. The sensation of him sucking hard sent a sharp tug of desire down to Arielle’s feminine core. He transferred his mouth to her other breast, and she gasped when he slipped his hand between her legs.
‘You are ready for me,’ he said softly as he explored her slick heat with his fingers once more. ‘I can’t wait much longer.’
Nor could she. ‘I don’t want to wait. I want you,’ she whispered. She moved her hand between their bodies and stroked her fingers along the length of his erection, eliciting a groan from him.
‘Not this time,’ he said, pushing her hand away. ‘I’m about to explode.’ He positioned himself over her, and the hard gleam in his eyes made Arielle’s tummy flip. ‘Open your legs wider.’
She complied with his hoarse command and held her breath when he lowered his big body so that the tip of his shaft pressed against her opening. Slowly he eased forwards and entered her, filling her inch by incredible inch. She shifted her hips as the sensation of fullness intensified.
‘Am I hurting you?’
