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“Punishment for leaving me,” I growled. “One for every century.”
Astrid gasped again when I spanked her a second time. “Punishment, or reward? Feels more like a reward to me.”
My cock twitched, and my pulse increased at her bratty challenge. I slapped her ass a third time. “And then one for each day since I arrived here, unless I hear you begging for my forgiveness.”
She glanced over her shoulder at me, her eyes gleaming in challenge. “And if I don’t?”
“You will.”
She wiggled her ass in defiance. I spanked her again and then again. Her last one for the centuries I’d been without her, the sixth, was harder than the rest, and it showed in her response that was more of a grunt than pleasure. Her grip on my arm also tightened, nails digging in.
I massaged the globes of her ass, easing the sting. Her Valkyrie healing would take care of most of it, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t take care of her, too.
Astrid looked at me with apologetic eyes, understanding the anguished length of time I’d wandered alone, desperate to find her again, yet she didn’t voice her apology.
“Apologize, Astrid.”
She refused me again. I slapped her tender backside, not hard, as the first day I found her was a reward. She moaned, her eyes hooding. I spanked her several more times, each one at a different strength that corresponded with the difficulty I felt being so close to her, but not with her. I ordered her to repent, but still, she held out.
Her body trembled beneath my touch and soon, her desire dripped over my wrist. Watching her enjoy her punishment drove me wild and tempted me to end this early and show just how much I missed her—wanted this new her.
Then, when I’d gotten over halfway through the days’ count, she whimpered out, “I’m sorry.”
I paused mid-pullback. “What was that, Valkyrie?”
She opened her eyes and gazed back at me. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me, Tyr.”
A glimmer of rebellion still lingered in Astrid’s gaze, but I knew I wouldn’t bend her will to total submission. She was too willful for that. And I could tell she had outgrown this playful game.
I slid my hand along the curve of her hip, along her side, and cupped one of her full breasts, pulling her against my chest. Astrid’s eyes hooded, and she snaked her arm around my neck.
“I forgive you,” I murmured before dipping my head and kissing her.
Astrid arched into my hand as I squeezed and played with her, her nipple pebbling under my touch. I circled the erect bud with a finger, teasing her just long enough to make her groan out desperately for more into my mouth. The groan deepened to something temptingly primal when I rolled her nipple between my fingers.
Her hips rocked, and she rubbed her pussy eagerly against my wrist. Her bare, slick folds slid back and forth, grinding into me. She moaned when she hit the perfect spot for her.
I chuckled, breaking our kiss. “Greedy little Valkyrie, you are.”
“I am,” she moaned. “I want so much from you.”
“And I’ll give itallto you.”
I devoured her with my eyes as she panted and grinded against me, relishing the sensation of fondling her soft breast in my hand, and her slick, needy heat against my wrist. Our eyes met and a current of intense desire locked us together.
This was a part of Astrid that differed from the past. She wasn’t as timid about what she wanted. She’d never been shy, but she had a reserved nature when we’d enjoyed each other. That reservation didn’t seem to exist with this present version of her.And I like that a lot more.
Her breath came out fast and heavy, and a smile split my face. “Come, Valkyrie.”
She closed her eyes and rocked her hips more. I pinched and tweaked her sensitive nipple and Astrid threw her head back into me. She screamed and her hips bucked as her orgasm tore through her.
I didn’t cease my attention until she lay boneless beneath me, gasping for air and trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. Pleased, I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before trailing my tongue down the sensitive shell of her ear. “I hope you don’t think I’m done with you.”
She grinned seductively as her hands dropped from my neck and she turned to face me. “I’ve got enough practice in me to not be a one-hit wonder. And I believe becoming a Valkyrie gave me an added stamina boost.”
Not wanting to think about the other men she’d fucked, I distracted myself by allowing my hungry gaze to roam appreciatively as she reclined back. Her legs casually spread, putting her spectacular body on display for me, the glow of the moon lighting her flushed skin in an ethereal glow, mixed with her magic lights still floating around us—each supple curve begged to be caressed; splatter of freckles needing to be kissed; her sternum tattoo deserving to be traced and appreciated for adorning her so perfectly; glistening folds unobscured by a curtain of curls requiring to be—
“You’re overdressed,” she said. “It’s making it difficult to appreciate you like I’m allowing you to for me.”
