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And I had no idea what to do about that.
Until Albin covered the distance between us and took me into his arms. My breath hitched in my throat when I tilted my head back and looked up at his handsome face, bathed in the firelight. He dipped his head and pressed his lips to mine. I shuddered and grabbed a fistful of his shirt, drawing him closer.
What were we doing?
We barely knew each other, but Albin kissed me with an intimacy that surprised me like he wanted to claim every last inch of me as his own.
And I let him.
“Albin,” I whispered into his mouth. “You taste so good.”
“So do you,” Albin murmured in between kisses. “And you smell good too.”
My heart was pounding wildly against my ears as Albin’s hands moved from my face to my waist. He dug his nails there, sending dual waves of pain and pleasure ricocheting through me. A swarm of butterflies erupted in my stomach as he hoisted me up and carried me into the bedroom. Once he set me down on the bed and stepped back, something heavy settled in the center of my stomach.
I sat up, reached for Albin, and he pulled me to him.
Every part of me yearned for him, for the sweet oblivion only he could provide.
He made a low growling sound in the back of his throat as he fumbled with the zipper on my jeans. I could barely breathe, and my fingers trembled as I tried to tug his jeans down. Albin captured my wrist with one hand, his mouth never leaving mine. Red-hot desire sliced through my veins as I heard the rustle of fabric, and the jeans went sailing over his head.
“You’re so beautiful.” Albin paused to look at me, his eyes sweeping over me and leaving a trail of heat in his wake. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
They fell to the floor with a flutter, quickly joined by my own jeans.
Goosebumps broke out across my flesh as I scrambled back until my head hit the headboard. “Albin, please.”
He drew the cover up over his head and lowered his head to kiss me again. Every touch, every sweep of his mouth, every whisper drove away all other rational thoughts. As far as I was concerned, nothing else existed outside the room.
Nothing that mattered.
With a growl, Albin nudged my legs open and settled in between them. When I felt him pressed against me, another wave of desire rose through me. Albin lifted my arms over my head and pinned them in a viselike grip. Using his other hand, he traced a path down my stomach and paused to nip on my lower lip. A sigh fell from my mouth as my lips parted, and his tongue darted in.
Two fingers darted in between my wet folds, and I cried out.
He swiped back and forth as rivulets of sweat formed on my forehead and the back of my neck. I lifted my hips off the mattress and arched my back. Then he released my arms, and they fell to his shoulders. I raked my fingers over his back before winding my fingers through his hair.
Why did it feel like I was burning from the inside out?
And Albin was the only thing keeping me in one piece.
Albin buried his face in the crook of my neck and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses there. “That’s it, Martha. That’s a good girl.”
I sank my teeth into his shoulders and whimpered. “Oh, Albin.”
The force of my orgasm ripped through me, leaving spots dancing in my field of vision. I shook and writhed underneath him while his fingers still moved inside me. Without warning, Albin removed his fingers and positioned himself at my entrance. In one quick move, he was inside of me, and my vision went white.
This was how it was supposed to feel.
Like I couldn’t tell where he began and I ended.
My eyes flew open, and I stared at him, his hair matted to his forehead and hunger written in the depth of his eyes. He lowered his head so we were at eye level and began to move. I didn’t look away as he eased out and slammed back into me, sending a jolt of electricity racing through me.
“You feel so good.” I breathed, hardly able to hear over the pounding of my heart. “Don’t stop.”
“We’re just getting started,” Albin promised in a voice thick with desire. “Hold on tight.”
Albin placed one arm on the headboard, and the other grazed the skin of my thighs until he reached my feet. He locked my legs over his torso and thrust into me until he reached the hilt, and I bucked. Then he made a low guttural sound in the back of his throat and brought his forehead to rest against the headboard.
