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A smile tugs at the corner of his sinful lips as he studies me, a thread of wonder shimmering in the molten amber of his eyes. I reach up, tracing the outline of his face with reverent fingers. His skin is warm and smooth beneath my touch, subtly roughened by the light dusting of stubble on his jawline.
"Kyron," I whisper, the name falling from my lips like a prayer. It's the devotion in his gaze that undoes me—the way he looks at me as though I'm both his salvation and damnation. As though I hold the power to mend and destroy him. I'll only ever do the former.
"Say it again," he breathes, his voice husky and raw. The soft command makes my core clench, a thrilling sensation that makes me feel alive in a way I've never experienced before.
"Kyron," I repeat without hesitation, loving the way his name tastes on my lips. It's the embodiment of strength and resilience—just like the Fae himself.
He captures my mouth once again, his kiss filled with a desperate fervor that leaves me breathless. "Du er i min verdenv. You are my world," he whispers against my lips. "I love you."
I gasp, my heart trembling as it lights up with his name. "I love you too, Reaper."
He groans, his big body shuddering above me.
I slip my hands under his shirt, tugging it up his muscular body. He helps me pull it off over his head, leaving him naked from the waist up. It's not enough to satisfy me. I want him as bare as I am, stripped raw.
I reach for the button of his pants.
"Valkyrie," he groans. "You play with fire."
"Ja," I breathe. "And I hope it burns."
His growl sends a shiver of delight through me.
I unfasten his pants, peeling them down his powerful thighs with a mix of impatience and reverence. He rises to his knees, shedding the last of his clothing before he hovers over me once again. The sight of his body in the dim light sends shivers through me, the scars scattered across his perfect skin telling entire volumes of his story.
I reach for him, tracing the old scars etched deep into his skin. As I touch each one, I press my lips against them, loving him the same way he did me.
When he can't take any more, he flips me effortlessly beneath him and takes control. The dominance in his movements is primal, a potent testament to the need coursing through his veins.
He traces a line of heat down my body, his large hand covering my breast with unapologetic possession. His thumb grazes over my hard nipple, and I gasp, arching into his touch. He chuckles, low and rich with masculine pleasure.
"Kyron," I whimper, lost in the sensation of him against me.
"I love the way you cry my name, little Valkyrie," he says on a heated whisper, the rumble in his voice causing an answering pulse between my thighs.
I say it again, his name spilling from my lips like a prayer, a plea for more. With each pass of his wicked fingers over my sensitive flesh, my world narrows to him and the pleasure he gives me.
His mouth descends on mine in a fierce kiss, stealing my breath and sanity. His tongue moves in sensual rhythm with the motion of our bodies as we grind against one another—intense, urgent. He pulls away long enough to drag my leg up over his hip and I feel the intimidating size of him against my folds.
"I'll be gentle," he promises, amber eyes ablaze with desire.
I give him a defiant smile. "Don't be gentle. Be my mate."
A growl rumbles in his chest as he crashes his lips onto mine, notching his erection at my entrance.
In one swift movement, he enters me, taking away what little breath I had left. There is no pain, only a brief sting that fades to an exquisite pleasure that takes over all thought or reason.
He pauses, resting his forehead against mine. "Are you well, solsken?"
"Yes," I moan, my nails embedded in his broad back. "So well."
His dark chuckle makes my core clench. "Good. Now, it's time to make you even better, little Valkyrie."
The world tilts as he thrusts forward, claiming what's always belonged to him.
He becomes my entire universe then—the only reality that exists. Each stroke of his cock inside me brands his claim deeper into my very being. His muscles flex beneath my fingertips as he moves rhythmically over me, the feel of him sliding deep inside me intoxicating and overwhelming.
The intensity leaves me reeling, filling me with a pleasure so fierce it borders on pain. But I love it. God, I love every breathtaking second of it.
