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“Saga,” I said, a quirk to my lip. “Are you suggesting we claim every spare moment to bed each other? If so, I could not agree more.”
Any more jests or words faded when Saga lowered to her knees. My blood overheated, sweat prickled over my brow, and she’d done nothing yet. Merely looked up at me, grinning.
I swallowed the thickness from my throat and cupped her chin. “To see you like this, I hope you know, has the power to destroy me.”
“Tell me what you like,” she whispered and gripped the shaft of my length.
A deep moan slid from my throat. I threaded my fingers through her hair. “Everything from you. That is what I like. Every. Damn. Thing.”
Saga’s tongue swiped out and teased my tip before wrapping me with her soft, full lips. Heat blazed over my face. I was certain I’d forgotten to breathe, and I fought to keep my bleeding senses as she swiped her tongue back and forth.
My body grew rigid and trembled from the pent pleasure. Saga dragged her hands up and down my legs, soothing the tension and drawing me to the sweet sensation of her mouth. I let my head fall back. Saga rolled her hands over the length of me, following her lips.
“Gods, Saga.” My jaw clenched for a few breaths until I found air to speak again. “Just like that.”
She preened at the praise, and I’d say the same thing a thousand times if it meant she claimed me with this new confidence, this new eagerness every bleeding time. She held me captive in a perfect rhythm, causing a pleasure-induced fog to fill my skull.
I braced a hand against the window when the burn of release grew closer. Movement drew Saga’s eyes to mine, as though she thought she might’ve done something wrong.
Against every instinct, I tugged on her hair and eased her mouth away. Saga pouted her lips when I drew her back to her feet. I kissed her hard and pulled away with as much vigor. “When battles are won, I will let you taste me down that perfect throat. Until then, I’ll not let any moment to fill you pass by without this body tangled with mine.” I dipped my head and kissed her neck, lowering my voice to a whisper as I said, “Go to the bed.”
Little bumps lifted on her skin. Saga’s eyes were wide and dark with need. She shuddered and scooted backward over the plush mattress wide enough for four men. I planned to take the whole space in any contorted way until the dawn.
We could sleep when we died.
Unlike the woman I took vows with mere weeks ago, this Saga backed over the furs until her shoulders hit the wooden headboard. She held my gaze, then viciously she let her knees part, tormenting me until my length twitched and I wasn’t certain I’d even make it over to her.
I yanked off my top and reared over her body.
There was something feral, almost primal, about the way she crushed me to her. It meant more than any tryst in the past. It meant Saga trusted me. She trusted I’d never hurt her, I’d never do anything to trap her where she couldn’t escape.
Saga reached around my waist and dug her fingernails into the fleshy muscle of my ass and pulled me against her hips until the crown of my length slipped just beyond the opening of her seam.
“I’m yours, sweet menace,” I rasped against her throat. “Take what you want from me.”
Saga arched and bucked her hips, pulling me against her, until I slid deep inside. We groaned in unison. Her eyes fluttered. I forced mine to remain open, transfixed by her beauty, her pleasure, the little smile in the corner of her mouth.
By the hells, I didn’t want to miss a moment.
I met the tender rhythm of her pace. A gentle build was as intoxicating as a rough, quick collision. My fingers pinched the peak of one breast. I licked the other. Saga hooked her heels around my thighs, locking me in place. Two short gasps, and she lifted her head, holding her damp brow to mine.
“Ari, I’m—” She swallowed, still softly moaning while sweat slicked our skin with every slow rotation of our hips. “I’m yours too.”
I leaned forward and kissed her; our pace quickened. Deep, long thrusts had my pulse like fire in my head. A maddening spin that left me feeling out of control and in control all at once. Frenzied, I pulled out, needing more, and sat back on my knees.
Before Saga could protest, I hooked my arms under her knees and elevated her hips just enough to meet a new angle when I slammed back inside. Saga cried out, her arms flew over her head, and her palms braced against the headboard when the movement bounced her entire form.
From this vantage, I could see the soft contours, the beautiful curves of her figure in the golden candlelight. There was something mesmerizing about this moment, something I’d never felt, a vicious sort of love.
It struck me like a blow to the throat, this was the soul-deep love Valen always talked about with Elise.
I swallowed the knot and studied every gasp, every moan, every furrow of Saga’s brow as her climax built. It was an intoxicating kind of sensation, knowing I’d watch worlds, gods, kingdoms burn so long as Saga woke with every sunrise.
I knew I’d defend her with my life before, but faced with being separated by the sleep and poison blood, it hit me now just how much I would sacrifice for this woman—anything.
Saga whimpered as her body writhed through the violence of her release. I followed a heartbeat after, going still with untamed pleasure. I held her legs around my waist, head back, the final pulses of release throbbed between us.
Saga’s chest rose in heavy breaths. Throat bared, eyes closed, she chuckled. “I had so . . . many plans to . . . ruin you with my tongue but . . . hells, this was a much better plan.”
