Page 76 of A Darkness So Sweet

It was like she had unleashed an attack dog. Suddenly, he was everywhere. His fingers pinched her hardened nipples through her dress, creating a friction that was equally wonderful and maddening. He surged toward her, his tusks scraping up her chest to her neck, where he growled into her ear. The hard bar of his cock pressed against her lower belly, and she was so disoriented she didn’t even think about the size of it.

His mouth opened, teeth clamping down on her neck in a claiming bite that had her squirming. She couldn’t move, not even if she wanted to. There was so much control in those jaws. He told her without words to stop moving as he reached between her skirts and moved them out of the way. Those long, blunt fingers found the core of her, sliding through her folds with ease.

Cool air joined his fingers, brushing between her thighs and making her see stars. She blinked her eyes open, not sure when she’d closed them, only to see the monster of him right before her. Heaving chest, massive muscles bared and ready for war, mountains of flesh that were all hers for the taking. She spread her fingers wide across his chest, trying to feel as much of him as she could.

He released his hold on her throat with a deep groan before grabbing her waist and heaving her up. The dress protected her from the tree’s rough bark, but now she was even higher. She wouldn’t be able to stand if he put her down, but perhaps that was the point. Ragnar hooked her legs around his shoulders, and then he was between her legs again, his head buried beneath her skirts, and then there was histongue.

That broad, flat tongue plunged into her softness. He licked and sucked, teasing her with the flat of it. He knew what she liked already. He knew how to torment her, how to make her buck against his mouth like a wanton creature. She lost herself in the warmth of him. The heat of his tongue, the way he seemed to salivate at the taste of her. Her own wetness slid down her thighs, and she squeezed his shoulders to keep the feeling of him just a little longer.

He turned his head, biting her thigh hard enough to make her squeal before he plunged two fingers inside her.

“There’s not as much time as I’d like,” he said against her thigh. “I would’ve been gentler with you. Stretched you. Made sure you were ready for me.”

“I am,” she whimpered, even though she wasn’t entirely sure what she was agreeing to. “I want you, Ragnar.”

She’d never felt so empty in her life. Clenching around his fingers, she needed more than just those. Even as he plunged them in and out of her, even though he curled them in on that spot that made her see stars, it wasn’t enough.

She wanted him rutting against her, grunting and groaning with her. She wanted to be pressed against this tree, incapable of even forming words.

“Come first, fire hair,” he said, and then his tongue joined in with his fingers. Flicking and sucking and circling her clit until she didn’t know which to focus on—his fingers, his tongue, or the rough sounds he made as though he were a starving man at a feast.

She splintered, shattering apart and tightening around his fingers so much that he froze inside of her. And that sound he made added to the burning pleasure, a deep groan that came from his chest at the feeling of her coming around him.

He stood, moving her body like she weighed absolutely nothing. He had her pinned to the tree so easily with just a single hand, and with the other, he freed his cock.

She’d only seen it out of the corner of her eye in the bathwater. But now, with that massive beast between her thighs, she felt the slightest bit of nerves. It really was massive. A gigantic cock that his hands somehow made look manageable, with a broad head and a darker purple than the rest of his skin. And then there was all that glinting metal that caught her attention.

He thumbed the scorching head of himself, one clawed finger smoothing over a pearlescent drop. Eight bars pierced through the underside of it. Sixteen circular beads that gave the entire beast an entirely different appearance than she was used to. Would those ridges hurt? She reached between them, trailing her fingers gently along each piercing to get used to them.

“They’ll feel good,” he promised, his voice a rasp. “I’ll make you feel good.”

She had no doubt of that, but she wondered if she’d be able to walk after.

Staring down her own body, she watched as he rubbed that massive head against her pussy. It was sohot. Blunt and swollen, appearing between her thighs as he thrust against her a little harder. Another drop of come appeared on the top, disappearing as he slid it between her folds and something about that made her moan.

She slammed her head back against the tree, shutting her eyes as the sensations danced over her. He notched himself against her, pushing just the slightest. It seemed like he was waiting for something. For her.

But words had long ago failed her. She had no idea how to tell him to keep going, that if he didn’t, she feared she would die.

So she rocked her hips, lifting them, rising so it was easier for him to wedge himself inside her, and pushed down.

The burn.

The stretch.

The ache of just the head of him pushing into her body was a stark contrast to the clenching emptiness in the rest of her. Some part of her wanted him to slam inside her, to get it over with and plunge so deeply that she wouldn’t know where she started and where he ended.

But then he pulled out again, and that emptiness was almost unbearable.

She whimpered, her eyes flicking back open to see him staring down at where they were just joined. Again he pushed, sliding into her just a little farther than the first time. The first bar touched her outer lips, pressing and then sliding into her.

Maia’s eyes rolled back in her head. “Oh my god.”

“Easy, fire hair. You’re doing so well.”

He pulled out again, all the way, leaving her bereft until he moved again.

This time she could feel herself stretching, aching, accommodating the massive length that slid two bars deep into her body. Out again. Three bars.

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