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His tongue flicks against my belly. Strong hands grasp my thighs, tugging them wider. Sigurd grabs the hem of my underwear, and I lift my hips, thinking he means to remove them, but in one quick move, he rips them off instead. I gasp, staring wide eyed as he tosses the ruined fabric away. Cool air tingles my skin, and before I can react or even form words, his mouth is on me.
“Sigurd!” I scream as his tongue laps against my folds.
He consumes me. All thought, all reason, narrow to the feel of him against me, twisting the knot in my core tighter with each flick of his tongue. His fingers return, meeting the aching need that has lingered since he retreated moments ago.
My vision blurs. My back arcs. I clutch the sheets to anchor myself to this world as he draws me to the precipice of release. I’ve never been this high, this wild.
Sigurd finds my spot with his fingers, and I buck against him, unable to be still against the surge of pleasure racing through me. He growls against me. The thrusts of his fingers quicken. Bolts of energy race out from my core.
Then he takes my clit between his lips and sucks.
I shatter.
Waves of ecstasy burst through me. My scream echoes in the room. All is white-hot light, joy, and a deep desire for the man wringing out my pleasure with the expert slide of his fingers.
“Wren. Beautiful Wren.”
His thrusts slow, bringing me back to him. Sigurd’s other hand caresses my hip, sliding along my stomach and down my upper thighs.
He kneels between my legs. His eyes glow a bright, ethereal blue. My dampness glistens on his fingers as he draws them to his mouth. His gaze locks on mine as he sucks them between his lips, tasting me.
Impossibly, more heat blooms in my chest, crawling up my neck. I pant on the bed, loose and liquid. Cool night air races over my heated skin and teases the moisture between my spread legs.
“More wondrous than I ever imagined.” Sigurd crawls up the bed to lay beside me.
Waves of pleasure roll under my skin, and I can’t will myself to move. Nor do I want to when he pulls me into his arms and hugs me against his chest. His pulse races, fluttering like the wild beast within me.
“You—” I search for words I cannot find. “That—”
Laughter rumbles in his chest. He claims my lips with his, sealing our passion and reviving my senses.
His manhood, still hidden within his pants, prods against my thigh, unmistakable in his proof of unfulfilled desire. I rub his length through the fabric, and oh sweet Jesus, what an impressive length it is. Enough to dry my throat and build the pleasure twisting within me again.
Sigurd groans in response and nuzzles my neck.
“May I?” I rasp.
He jerks back. “You would…”
The surprise on his features nearly guts me.
“Of course.” I stroke him again. “I want you, Sigurd. More than…” My heart clenches.More than I should. More than I ever thought possible.I lick the sheen of perspiration on his chest. “Besides, what kind of person would I be if I didn’t return the favor after such generosity?”
I yelp as he rolls, pulling me with him until I straddle his hips. His thumbs rub circles over my skin as he stares up at me, a satisfied smirk on his face.
“I’ll take anything you’ll give me, Wren.” His smile fades. “For however long I can have you.”
My throat tightens, but I swallow it down. The future won’t ruin this night. The past won’t either. This night is ours and ours alone.
“Good,” I say ghosting my fingertips down his chest. “I have a number of things in mind for you too.”
Chapter 31
Themorningofthefinal game, we watch the sunrise from Sigurd’s balcony at the lake house. I’ve always loved the pinkening of dawn just before the sun crests, morning dew clinging to the grass, and the happy chirp of birds just rising from their nests.
Not today though.
Leaning against Sigurd’s chest, a blanket shielding us both from the cold, that light is a bringer of doom. The chill of my bare feet against the stone climbs up my body, causing me to shiver.
