Page 61 of A Darkness So Sweet

Every muscle in her body coiled tighter, seizing up until she came. She stopped breathing, unable to even do that as she focused on the tight coil of her body and the sudden release of all that pressure. He rode her through it, every single movement sending more pleasure sparking until there was no more burning pressure or shifting across the table.

There was only the light trace of his fingers again, drifting around her clit until she was panting again. No longer crying out with every hard thrust, she was still panting with need until she looked at him again.

Maia swore there was a slight look of pity on his expression. “You’re very small, fire hair.”

She shook her head, nearly delirious now. “So?”

“So we will have to take our time with this. A cock like mine would break you.”

She let her eyes trail down the length of him, her gaze lingering on the shape of that bar in his pants that was impressively larger than she’d even thought. She knew he was huge. Maia would have to be blind to think that trolls weren’t huge everywhere, considering how tall they were. How broad. Every inch of them was bunched with muscle, but that wasn’t the only reason their kind was huge. Even if he lost all the muscles that made him so bulky, he would still be a massive beast.

His fingers started moving again, and she jerked. She was so sensitive that even the smallest movement made her entire body react.

“What are you doing?” she asked, as he slid his finger back inside of her, curling it up in a way that had her gasping.

“Taking it slowly,” he replied. Ragnar licked his lips, staring down at her body, and then back up to her eyes. “It is a pleasure to serve you, troll wife. Let me make you scream again.”

“Scream?”

But then she couldn’t talk. He’d brought his tongue back to her clit while his fingers worked inside her. This was different. The first time she’d been so caught up in the pleasure that it was hard to think, but now she was riding the high of an orgasm while he fought to bring her to another, and she wasn’t sure she would survive it.

Her heart thundered. She could feel it banging against her ribs, but she couldn’t focus on that right now. Not when his tongue was doing that thing against her clit that made her stomach clench so hard it almost hurt. He was circling, then flicking, circling again. All of it was too much. She was going to come too fast. It was too soon.

Maia rode the edge of pain, or at least, she thought she did. Until he drew his finger back and there was suddenly a burn.

A second finger. He was trying to put both of his fingers inside of her. She flexed her stomach, drawing herself up to look down at him in shock.

“I can’t—” Maia arched when he sucked on her clit so hard that she nearly came right then and there.

Everything seemed to freeze. He drew back from her, looking up with her pleasure smeared across his face and so much desire in his gaze that she burned. He looked like a predator. Like a creature who had been caught in the midst of feeding and she was the foolish one who had disturbed him.

But then his fingers were pressing against her again, and there was the slow glide of them. It burned. She was fuller than she’d ever been in her life, but with that came the feeling of pressure. Like she was meant to do this. Like she had been born to take this much and that her body needed it.

The pain wasn’t all that bad, but with that pain came the pride that she had done it. Even though she’d been afraid of it, his blunt fingers were now sliding easily inside of her.

He pressed his hand to her chest, lying her back down silently before feasting again. His lips and tongue and fingers plunged inside of her, licked her, soothed her, spun her entire body into a tight little ball. She was a writhing creature made of pleasure and pain, laid out for him to do what he wished.

Maia barely recognized her own voice as the room filled with little cries and whimpers. His hand came up to her breast again, yanking the fabric of her dress down so that he could touch the heat of her flesh. His fingers were on her nipple as well, pulling and tugging on it until she was blinded to the world. There could have been another rock slide and she wouldn’t have even noticed as long as he didn’t stop.

She came harder than she ever had in her life. So sensitive already, but then this one felt different. It was like her entire body tried to climb out of herself, reaching for some strange reset that made all the stress in her entire life melt out of her form.

The cry that left her lips was animalistic, and wrong, but so right at the same time. She held her breath and stayed in this moment of both pleasure and pain until the crushing wave of it left her.

Ragnar let out an answering long groan, followed by the slam of his hand against the table beside her. He stood, looming above her with his eyes closed. One massive arm shook as he braced himself over her. His other hand was pressed hard against the front of his pants, where a darkened stain had spread.

Had he...

He had, she realized. Just the mere act of bringing her pleasure had made him come in his pants like he was a young man and she was the first woman he’d spread out like a banquet before him.

For some reason, Maia had never felt more pride. She should have been embarrassed, but all she could think was that her pleasure had made him so excited that he couldn’t contain himself.

Breathing hard, they both remained frozen in place until he opened his eyes and met her gaze. They stared at each other for a few moments. She wasn’t sure what to say to him. Did she tell him he’d done a good job? He certainly had. There should be some kind of praise for what he’d done.

But then he wiped his hand on his pants and cupped her cheek. With the slightest huff of a chuckle, he shook his head and gave her a wry grin. “You are going to be the death of me, fire hair.”

Biting her lip, Maia tried to hide her own grin. “Well, I wasn’t the one who started all this.”

“You absolutely did. You were standing in the middle of my kitchen, making bread for my people who needed your help. What is a man to do but offer pleasure?”

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