Page 48 of A Darkness So Sweet

Maia nodded, answering his question.

As the steam billowed out from the tub, she felt his fingers at her shoulders. The backs of his fingers brushed against her skin, dragging down her spine as he slowly worked her out of the shirt. Her entire body shuddered at his touch as he moved down to the base of her spine, and then the shirt just slipped.

It moved down off of her shoulders, free from her form to pile at her feet. Then there was nothing left to cover her but her undergarments that had seen better days. The small strip between her legs had seemed to be the only rebellion she could have when she was still back in the human kingdom. She didn’t stay true to the old undergarments that were little more than a dress. These were new and different from what other women wore. But they showed far more of her skin as well.

She thought to cover her breasts with her arms, but then that brave part of her that he’d awoken decided no. She wasn’t going to do that. She was going to see what he would do next.

Ragnar groaned, the sound echoing through his chest and into her back. He leaned forward, ever so slowly, and removed the last remaining barriers between them. The fabric gave so easily to his touch, and those clawed hands came up to cup her breasts. The sight of them was enough to send heat flooding between her thighs. They were massive, clawed, and striped with colors that were so inhuman. To see those hands carefully holding onto her, to see those fingers moving to grasp her aching nipples? She wasn’t sure she would survive this.

Breathing hard, she arched into his touch. It pressed her back to his chest while displaying her body for him to see. With his head leaned low, he whispered dirty things into her ear that made her see stars.

“Someday, when you are ready to earn new piercings, I will place my mark here.” He pinched her nipples hard enough to make her stop breathing. “You will wear my bars, troll wife. Soon enough, I will see you dripping in gemstones.”

Her heart raced as one of his hands trailed down her stomach. His palm was so big that his hand spanned the space between her hip bones, but then his fingers slid between her legs and she ceased to think.

“Troll wives are more than just pretty things to decorate,” he murmured as his fingers moved. Slickly playing with her clit as he rocked his fingers back and forth, the speed too slow and yet somehow burning where he touched her. “You are an instrument to play. Your moans are a symphony to my ears, fire hair. Let me hear them.”

What was he doing to her? The moment he said it, she let out a moan that made her turn bright red with embarrassment. But as a reward, he pressed his thumb down on her clit and circled it in a way that was so perfect she made the sound again.

“I will be your slave,” he rasped. “I will do all that you require and more. All I ask is for one thing.”

She’d give him anything at this moment with her entire body on fire and her heart thundering in her chest. “What?” she gasped.

“Tell me what you want, fire hair. I would hear you say it.”

She couldn’t. But the creature who lived inside of her could. She heard herself moan and then cry out, “I want you to make me come, troll.”

The sound he made was part animal, part man. And suddenly he spun her. Turning away from him was easier, but now she was leaning against the tub with him on his knees before her. He gave her one long stare before he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. She had only a moment to blink at the piercing in the center of that pink appendage before he was on her.

He licked her long and deep, that tongue flicking over her clit. His tusks pressed against her thighs, the sensation foreign and yet somehow so right. Just as she thought she was going to explode, suddenly she felt that warm metal ball sliding against her as well.

The things he could do with that tongue. She hadn’t expected him to be so talented. Obviously, she’d touched herself with her fingers before, and she’d thought she was rather good at that. No one could do it better than herself.

But this man poured every ounce of who he was into devouring her whole. He wasn’t a gentleman about it. He was loud and messy, almost embarrassingly so as he groaned into her pussy and lavished her with attention. His fingers spread her wide, making her hold herself steady on the tub so she didn’t tumble right into it.

He hooked one of her legs behind his shoulder, using it as an anchor to pin her in place when she ground against him. But he didn’t rush her. He just enjoyed himself with pleased sounds and echoing groans that mingled with her own as the sound of this immoral act filled the room. This was wrong, but damn it, it was so right.

She wanted his fingers inside her. She wanted his tongue to plunge into her depths. Fuck, she wanted him to push his cock between her folds and make her see stars.

“Please,” she whimpered, trying to rotate her hips against him. “Please, I need more.”

“You’ll earn more later,” he gruffly replied, before palming her ass and squeezing it too hard. “This is all you get for now, troll wife. Soon you will have more than this. But for now, all we both get is the taste of you on my tongue and the bliss beyond.”

With a tortured sound, he attacked her again, this time with a frenzy that made her see stars. And suddenly, impossibly, she could feel herself tighten. She wound more tense with every strong flick of his tongue, every lingering lick.

Then... There it was. Her entire body clenched as she cried out and gripped his hair. She arched in on herself, likely a horrendous sight to behold, but her entire body felt like it was seizing as the pleasure coursed through her. He didn’t stop. He licked and sucked until she was shuddering and begging him to stop. Only then did he give her a break, easing back on his knees to look up at her.

Maia still had a solid grip on his hair. She loosened her fingers, almost apologizing for how she’d tugged on those strands before he silently pressed a kiss to her thigh.

Saying nothing else, he pointed to the tub and then... left. Like what they had done hadn’t changed everything forever.

ChapterTwenty

RAGNAR

He made himself scarce for a while after that. But even days afterward, Ragnar hadn’t forgotten the taste of her on his tongue. He could still hear the little sounds she’d made and feel the way she’d twisted in his hands. He had been completely enraptured by her movements. She was the rising wave of passion that he had ridden with no hope but to be dashed upon the sands of reality.

Ragnar should have known this would happen. She was his troll wife. Already the Blood Witch’s magic was connecting them. Their blood had mingled. Their magics had been drawn out of their bodies to meet the other. They were, without a doubt, bound in a way that neither of them could ever escape. Only through death, and now that he had accepted her, he would not let her die. Not without him.

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