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He kissed the crook of her neck while he thrust, his pace increasing until his body quaked, her name roaring from him as he came.
Both their breaths were ragged, and when he pulled out from her, Eirah was uncertain if she was to stay or return to her bedroll. But then he drew them onto their sides, so his chest was to her back, his arm wrapped around her middle. She wondered if he’d held all the past maidens he’d bedded like this once they were finished, but with how hard his heart thumped against her, she had an inkling that he never had.
No, little bird, I haven’t.
Eirah smiled at his words, pleased that she could hear important things like this from him, things that he would never say aloud. Yet he continued to open up to her, and it was something that drew her in more and more. No longer an enemy, but something else, something she couldn’t easily put in a box.
“Now we sleep,” Morozko said in a gruff voice, “and in the morning, I’m going to have you grip the desk while I take you from behind.”
21
MOROZKO
Morozko opened one eye. The embers from the fire flickered, but no light poured in from outside yet. If he was right in his assumption, it was just before dawn. He’d slept soundly, with no vision to disrupt his slumber.
Slowly, he sat up, reminding himself of where he was. He peered down, taking in the sight of Eirah curled up against where he had been, and everything came rushing back to him. The phantom touch of Eirah’s fingers gripping him as he rode them into pleasure tripped his heart into a gallop, making the blood rush straight to his cock. In part, he wondered if having her beside him for the night relaxed him enough to rest.
It wasn’t the first time he’d had her by his side while they slept, but it differed vastly from when Eirah fluttered around on his pillow. He’d bedded her, allowed her to remain by his side, and the thought of shoving her out of the ice house repulsed him. Whether she was a virgin or the village whore meant nothing to him. In fact, most he tumbled had been deflowered many moons ago. But in this instance, he could lay claim to Eirah. Branding her with his touch and ensuring she’d never forget him.
At that moment, Morozko didn’t want her toeverforget him.
Eirah stirred next to him, rolled over and patted the bedroll, then looked around a moment later.
It was a simple gesture, but one that spoke loudly to him. No female ever looked for him, and if they did, it was only for another moment with the king. Nothim.Yet somehow, Eirah, after everything, cared. Even though she could’ve been sacrificed, she still cared.
“You were snoring.” Morozko shook his head as he stood.
Eirah’s brow rumpled. “I was not.”
He nodded, chuckling. “So loudly, in fact, it woke me up.”
“You’re still a prick.” She laughed, tossing the fur blanket away to grab her linen shirt. As she rose to her feet, Morozko couldn’t keep his gaze from drifting to the curve of her body, her milky skin, the way her rosebud nipples were peaked, as if demanding his touch.
Morozko tsked, reaching to grab her wrist. “Did you forget last night’s promise?” His eyes fixated on hers, even as a blush crept up her neck and cheeks. Eirah didn’t look away, but her confidence wavered a fraction as he leaned in. “Are you too sore?”
“No. I thought you might have changed your mind.” She glanced up at him and lifted her hands to let her fingers drag along his bare chest before replacing them with her lush lips.
Goosebumps rose on his skin in the wake of her sensual movements, and warmth flooded his body. “I don’t jest about such things,” he said huskily.
Instead of speaking, Eirah only journeyed lower, her mouth against his abdomen, in heated, reverent kisses. Her hands roamed along his thighs, to his backside as her tongue swiped along his length.
Morozko sucked in a breath the moment her lips circled his tip. For as inexperienced as she may have been, she certainly knew how to use her mouth.
Eirah dragged her lips to his tip, letting her tongue explore the dips and curves of his cock. Then, she descended on him, sucking hard as she drew back.
“What were you dreaming of last night? Was it me?” he whispered, threading his fingers in her hair. “Did you think about sucking my cock, little bird?” Morozko shuddered in delight as she took him deeper, and he groaned in appreciation.
He was hard before, but now? Morozko fought the urge to thrust his hips forward, but it was so damn hard. Her mouth worked on him, her tongue rolling against him. Every so often, her gaze would flick up to him, watching his reaction as she tried something new.
“That’s enough,” he rasped, gently tugging on her arms to raise her up. “I’ll get my pleasure in a moment, but you… I want to hear you pant my name, understand?”
Eirah lifted her brows, her lips twitching into a smile. “We’ll see.”
Morozko closed the distance between them, his hips brushing hers. Eirah looked up at him, and he stepped forward, forcing her back, then he did it again until he pushed them over to the desk. “Spread your legs.”
Eirah’s eyes grew hooded as she obeyed, her nipples hardening even more. He bit his bottom lip, drinking in the vision of her as the scent of her arousal tickled his nose, begging him to devour her.
He dropped to his knees before her, glancing up at her, then slid his hands down her ass, tilting her hips at a better angle so he could access her delicious sex.
